by Sara Hazel
I shrug. “Kinda.”
“Kinda?” Billy asks his voice high pitched with astonishment. “You’d better pay me back if you’re going to think we’re just friends.”
I roll my eyes. His childish tantrum embarrasses me in front of the man I’ve fallen for. “Let it go, Billy. You’re making yourself sound so pathetic.”
The man releases Billy with a shove.
While Billy nurses his wrist, I walk to the end of the aisle and join my new friend, sitting down in the seat next to him.
“What’s your name?” I ask, desperate to put a name with that body for my fantasies later.
Despite his help with Billy and the way he looked at me, his earlier rejection won’t let me believe he’ll actually follow through with his own desires. Not that I intend to back down, of course. I plan to tempt him until he breaks. He will be my first real lover, one way or another.
“Deacon,” he says, offering me his hand.
His grip is firm and his hand is enormous. My body tingles with anticipation of what hands like that can do to my innocent body.
“Nice to see you again, Deacon. I’m Molly.”
“I remember.”
He remembers!
I steel myself for the boldest thing I’ve ever said. “You’re mine from now on, okay?”
My heart pounds in my chest as his eyes dart across my face. I try to look as confident as possible so that he’ll see me as something other than just another dumb kid.
For a reply, he simply nods and wraps his arm around my shoulder.
Every ounce of my body screams with desire at that simple touch.
He wouldn’t have to ask twice for me to suck his dick right here in front of everyone. Instead, he takes the popcorn from me and dumps it over Billy’s head.
“Don’t you ever look at Molly again, got it?”
Billy doesn’t dare turn around to make eye contact. He holds up a middle finger. “Whatever, man. Hope you like blue balls. Molly doesn’t put out.”
I’m so sick of Billy’s antics, and I have no interest in the stupid action movie he picked anyway. I lean over to whisper into Deacon’s ear. The masculine scent of him overwhelms me. I spend a few seconds just inhaling him, trying to lock this memory in my mind forever.
Tonight, I will lose my virginity to this solid rock of a man.
“Let’s get out of here,” I eventually whisper after the first explosion on the screen.
Deacon stands when I do.
As we rise, I slap the back of Billy’s head. “The only reason I never put out for you is because you’re a childish punk. I’ve been waiting for a real man.”
Deacon and I hurry out of the theater.
3
Deacon
“So that was your boyfriend, huh?” I ask, trying to mask my rage at the way he’d treated the innocent woman who has captured my heart.
“Ex,” she says adding a lot of emphasis to the single, magical word.
My pulse quickens.
As if unable to stop herself from chattering, she adds, “I was just killing time with him. He was just a placeholder so I’d have someone to go with when my friends all went out on couples’ dates together. It’s weird being the only one not with someone, you know?”
I nod. “Sure. In the military, I had many of those kinds of girlfriends over the years.”
She smiles as she pulls her hand from mine, leaving me feeling empty. She pouts her lips. “A whole bunch of them?”
I snort. “Not a whole bunch, I guess. Too many, for sure. It seems I was just killing time until I met my girl.”
“Am I just another one to hold you over until you find your girl?”
I pull her to a stop. What I’m about to say is too important to not be looking her in the eyes when I say it. “You are my girl, Molly. There will be no others. Now that I’ve found you, I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”
I lean down and kiss her full lips. It’s my first perfect kiss. All the ones before were pale imitations. I don’t rush it. I linger on the fruity smell of her hair and the feel of her lip gloss.
My cock is hard as a rocket and ready to launch, but instead of pulling her against me, I run my hand over the smooth skin of her cheek.
She’s perfect.
We finally break apart when a passing car honks at us. We both flip the driver the middle finger at the same time, which sends us into each other’s arms as we start laughing.
“Wow,” she finally says. “That was some kiss.”
“Tell me about it,” I agree. “I need you so badly. Your smile, your sexy body, those perfect lips. I need all of you.”
“Me, too. I’ve never been this ready to strip out of my clothes in front of a man before. We can’t go back to my house, though…”
She lets the words trail off.
This incredible woman is hinting she wants to come back to my house to fuck.
My dick throbs with desire.
Walking across town to my place will take about twenty minutes. I’m not going to make it that long. I should have driven to the theater.
“I know a spot. Do you trust me?”
I hold out my hand, and she immediately grabs it without any sign of hesitation. She’s as ready as I am.
We’re only a block from the high school. It only takes us a minute to jump the fence around the football field and reach the privacy beneath the bleachers. There are a few picnic tables that the bus drivers use when they want to sneak a smoke. They look like the same ones that were there when I was in school.
I lift Molly and sit her on the nearest one.
As we kiss again, I unbutton her pants and tug on the zipper.
Molly giggles. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve got to taste your sweet pussy, Molly. Right here, right now. I can’t survive another second without knowing what you taste like. And I need to claim you by making you come against my tongue.”
“Oh,” she says with a soft gasp of surprise. “I think I’d like that.”
“I personally guarantee it.”
Molly lifts her hips, and I pull her pants and panties down with one tug.
My mouth waters at the sight of her shaved pussy. She might look all sweet and innocent, but it looks like my girl has a wild side.
Time to find out just how wild she’ll go.
Molly
I can’t believe this man I just met is about to become the first person other than myself to ever touch my pussy. My heart is ready to burst with the love I feel for him. It’s crazy since I barely know him, but I can tell my sense of love at first sight for him is real.
I squeal with delight as his tongue lightly glides through my slick juices. He’s barely touched me and I’m already soaking wet for him.
I’m so nervous. I’ve only ever kissed boys before. How can I possibly satisfy this hulking man who is so much more experienced than me?
“You taste better than honey,” he says.
His mouth is so close, I can feel his breath on my sensitive bud. My nipples poke painfully into my bra. I nearly rip off the rest of my clothes, but suddenly remember I’m already seriously exposed in a public place where anyone could walk right up and sneak a peek.
The thought makes me keep my shirt on but still makes me more desperate for his touch even as his tongue continues to lightly tease me.
I need more.
I grab his head and pull him closer. Rolling my hips, I grind against his firm tongue as a moan escapes my lips. “Right there. Fuck, yeah. Right. Fucking. There.”
I feel his lips stretch into a smile. He mumbles something that I can’t make out between the pounding of my heart and the desire between my legs.
“The tongue feels so good, but I need something inside me,” I say.
I mean his dick, but instead, he effortlessly slides a long, thick finger into the depth of my desire.
“More.”
He adds a second finger and starts roughly fucking me with them.
I drench his fingers and feel the overflow run down my legs as he continues to eat my pussy right here out in the open. If someone wants to watch, I might as well put on a good show.
“That’s it. Fuck this tight pussy with your big, strong fingers. Get it good and ready for that giant cock of yours.”
I haven’t seen his dick yet, but the memory of the outline I’d seen in the parking lot promises me I won’t be disappointed.
His tongue presses more firmly against my clit. His fingers curl up against my belly, hitting something there I’ve never found on my own before.
“Whoa. Keep doing that.”
It kinda feels like I need to pee, but I’m definitely about to come, too. I don’t have time to warn Deacon, and I’m not sure I would have anyway. My mouth forgets how to do anything other than gasp for breath as his relentless tongue and fingers unleash an orgasm that stretches from my core straight down to the tips of my toes.
I convulse as he continues lapping up my juices while his tongue slides up and down between my swollen, sensitive pussy lips until, overwhelmed, I push him away.
“Too much. Hold on. Need a sec.”
“You’re beautiful when you come, Molly. I can’t wait to grab those beautiful curves while I fuck you once you recover.”
“Right here?” I ask, suddenly shy.
He smiles. “If you think you’re up for it.”
I’ll do anything he asks. I’m certain he’ll do the same for me.
“Oh, I’m up for it, soldier. I’ve been waiting for that dick of yours since I first laid eyes on you.”
He unbuckles his belt and works on his zipper.
In the split second before I’ll finally get to see his cock, a car alarm goes off in the nearby parking lot.
Damn it!
We freeze in place.
The owner of the car quickly silences the alarm, but instead of getting in and driving away, I hear their footsteps approaching.
“Where are my panties?” I whisper in a panic.
He holds them up, but instead of giving them to me, he shoves them in his back pocket. “I’ll keep them for now.”
He helps me get my pants up over my hips. Before pulling up the zipper, he runs his palm over my pussy.
“Keep it wet and ready for me. My dick is going to be ravenous by the time I get you back to my apartment. I won’t be able to wait another second once I lock the door behind us.”
I blush, but my body responds to his challenge.
His strong hand presses against the small of my back as he leads me in the opposite direction of the approaching footsteps.
I giggle as we escape out the far side of the bleachers. At the first street corner, rather than slowing, I start walking faster, desperate to get to his place. He matches my pace which makes me speed up even more. Soon we’re both running through the streets in a mad dash to find somewhere where I can lose my virginity.
4
Deacon
When we first walk into my tiny studio apartment, I worry what her reaction will be when she sees I don’t have much more than a bed, a couple pots and pans, and a handful of unpacked boxes. I’ve known many women who are more concerned with the furnishings a man can provide than the man who provides them.
I brace myself, prepared to explain this is a temporary situation to hold me over until my new home is ready, but she never gives me the chance.
She presses her full breasts against my chest. “I believe you made certain promises about what you’d do to me when we got here and locked the door.” She shuts the door behind us and locks both the deadbolt and the chain lock. “You weren’t teasing me, were you?”
She retreats when I step toward her until she bumps against the door. Then she jumps and wraps her arms and legs around my body. Her mouth finds mine and time stops.
She is so perfect.
This moment is perfect.
I don’t want it to ever end, but we’re also both wearing way too many clothes. I need to get her naked so I can feel her soft skin against my hard body.
“The bed,” I manage to say as she continues kissing me.
She shakes her head, loosens her grip, and slides down my body like a firefighter responding to an alarm. Her hands fumble with my belt buckle before she surrenders and tugs on my zipper instead. Her small fingers reach through the opening and tug roughly on my cock to work it free of my underwear and out of my pants.
Stunned at her aggression, I still haven’t moved when her warm lips suck me deep into her mouth.
“Molly—”
She garbles something while bobbing on as much as she can fit into her mouth. She grabs hold tightly with both hands and is pumping her little fists so fast they are a blur.
“Molly—”
She mumbles something else as her tongue explores the throbbing pulse running the length of the vein on the underside of my shaft.
It’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had.
“Molly, where in the world did you learn—God damn.”
There’s a loud pop when she pulls her lips off my dick.
I reach for her head while she says, “I watch a lot of porn.”
I make a note to buy the best internet available at the new house as I pull her back onto my dick. “You are fucking amazing, Molly.”
She pulls away with a gasp. “I’m so wet and horny, Deacon. Can you please fuck me now?”
“Darling, you will never need to ask me twice. But you will need to let go of my dick long enough for us to get naked.”
She pouts her lips. “But I love this dick, babe.”
Pretending I can wait all day, I cross my hands behind my head. “Your call. I’ll never be able to deny you anything you crave.”
“I suppose I could let go long enough to get naked and bend over your bed so you can fill me from behind.”
My dick bounces in anticipation, but I shake my head. “I want to look into your lovely green eyes this first time we’re together.”
She bites her lip and nods her agreement.
Pre-cum drips off the end of my dick and falls to the floor.
We both glance at the wet spot on the floor for a split second. It must unlock something in her the same way it does with me. We race across the studio, shedding clothes along the way.
We fall onto the bed.
I grab a handful of her ample ass while my mouth finds one of her hard nipples.
She takes advantage of the distraction to roll me onto my back.
“What are you doing up there, little lady?”
“You said you wanted to look into my eyes. It looks like you can see them just fine from right there.”
She places her hands on my chest and grinds her sopping wet pussy against my stomach. “Your abs are so hard.”
I growl deep in my throat as she continues grinding against me. “If you really want something hard, you’re sitting in the wrong spot. Let me help you out.”
I clamp my hands against her hips and lift her up directly over my dick. My slick juices mix with hers, but I don’t pull her onto me. She’s breathing so fast, I want to give her a chance to make sure she’s ready for the next step.
Eventually, her breathing calms and she smiles down at me, her blue eyes steady and calm. “Thanks. I’m ready now.”
“Why don’t you take the lead?” I suggest.
She nods once and then her pussy starts to wrap itself around my cock as she descends, painfully slowly, until an eternity later she’s sitting squarely on my lap, my dick completely inside her. “Wow. It’s so big. This is incredible.”
“Get used to it. I’m not going anywhere.”
“All you men say that,” Molly says as she starts slowly rising up and dropping back down, her eyes little slits as she focuses on her pleasure.
“I don’t ever say it. I’ve never wanted to settle down with anyone before you, and there won’t be anyone for me besides you from now on. We’re going to be together forever.”
“Mmm.”
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sp; I’m not sure if she’s replying to my words or my dick, but it clearly isn’t the time or place for this conversation.
Molly increases the pace. Her tight pussy feels so incredible I can’t lie still.
I thrust inside her, matching her frantic pace as we both rush toward orgasms.
She comes first. She screams my name and scratches her nails down my chest.
Rather than slowing, she fucks me harder. “Come inside me, Deacon. I want you to come inside me.”
With one final grunt, I come deep inside her, filling her with great threads of my cum until I’m completely drained.
She collapses on my chest.
My hard dick remains in her pussy.
Before I can even breathe regularly again she asks, “Forever, huh?”
Molly
I’ve gone from virgin to very experienced in one night. Deacon’s stamina and the short amount of time he needs for recovery is as unbelievable as the rest of him.
He finally fell asleep an hour ago. I tried, but sleep just won’t come. My naked body is half-draped over his as I rub my hand over his sculpted abs and dream of a future together.
For the first time in my life, I imagine a life for myself that’s bigger than Willow Hills, and don’t tell myself it’s all impossible.
I’ll be able to visit the grand cities of the world and spend time in their museums, cafes, and parks. I’ll have the chance to buy paintings from street artists while the paint is still fresh. I’ll eat exotic candies while strolling cobblestone streets. I’ll look down on Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower at night, the city awash in lights.
I’ll be free of my controlling dad. My days of limiting myself because he doesn’t trust the world not to hurt me are done.
Deacon will protect me.
The thought startles me. After a lifetime of doing everything I can do to escape my father’s protection, why do I crave the same from a man I barely know?
Because Deacon is a good man.
There’s something about the man that’s broken down my barriers and allowed me to believe in a man for the first time in as long as I can remember. He’s the only one who’s made me feel like a future together won’t involve me bending to his every whim.
