“Faster,” he commands. “Go for it, Sophia. Show me how sexy you are.”
A surge of anxiety rises up within me at those words.
My first instinct is to think, But I’m not sexy.
But then I slam down on those thoughts.
Solomon tells me I’m sexy.
Solomon wants to be with me, forever.
Maybe it’s time I stopped letting nervousness and pain dictate my life.
I grind my hand frantically up and down my pussy, driving the heel of my palm against my clit, moaning in an endless tangle of choking and screaming and pleasure now. It all comes out of me, all the pleasure I’ve saved up over the years, aimed at Solomon, never believing he could ever see me as more than the dorky girl with a mouthful of braces.
I throw my head back as the orgasm punches into me, making my lips feel as though they’re swelling, my clit getting tight and pulsing in time with the wave-like expansion of the orgasm.
It spreads into every part of me like sunlight, filling me until I feel as if I’m about to burst and send the whole freaking helicopter plummeting into the sea.
“Louder,” Solomon snarls.
I scream so hard I feel the veins in my throat bulging, my hole sending streams of boiling wetness into my panties, soaking me right through.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, deflating and letting my head fall back.
“Don’t you mean oh my gosh?” Solomon lightly teases, aiming a smirk at me.
I smile over at him, and then reach out and place my hand on his thigh. I don’t know where this bravery comes from. Maybe it has something to do with the confidence swirling around inside of me as a result of the orgasm, performing for him in a way that turned him so savage.
He tenses up, letting out a shivering growl.
“You’re so damn perfect, Sophia.”
I give his leg a squeeze, feeling how hard and tense he is.
“Not as perfect as you,” I murmur.
He chuckles darkly.
“You better remove your hand for the time being,” he says.
I flinch, wondering if this is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for when he reveals that this is all some twisted joke.
He narrows his eyes at me for half a moment and then turns back to the window.
“No, Sophia. Not because I don’t want to feel that hand wrapped around my dick. I want it too badly. I won’t be able to focus.”
“Oh,” I say, giggling. “It feels so good to drive you crazy. I dreamt of seeming sexy to you for so long. But I never thought it would become a reality.”
“Oh, my little dreamer,” he says. “Together, we’re going to make all our dreams come true. Look.”
“Where?” I ask, turning to the blue sky.
“Down.”
I glance at the sea and then I spot it. A large yacht sits in the middle of the ocean, growing grander in scale as we fly down toward it. Solomon handles the helicopter smoothly, making our descent easy and nowhere near as rumbly as when he was bringing me to a mind-searing orgasm.
“So this is your surprise?” I say, glee shimmering in my voice. “A private yacht? Solomon, it’s so great.”
“Anything for you, Sophia. Always.”
He hovers over the yacht and then brings us down on the helipad. I’m still in awe that he knows how to pilot a helicopter and, even more than that, I never heard about it.
Over the years, I’ve done so much reading about Solomon Sky, studying his photo in Time more times than I can count.
But everything is so much sweeter in real life than in silly fantasies, so much purer, so much warmer, so much more real.
As we wait for the helicopter blades to stop rotating, I grin broadly across at him.
I know that the time has come.
And I know that I’m ready.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Solomon
I stand on the balcony, gazing out at the ocean as the late-afternoon sun sets the water ablaze.
After we landed, I had lunch with my queen on the deck, but it was hard to focus on the taste of the food when my mind was brimming with the taste of her.
I remember how she creamed for me, squirting into my mouth, her juices exploding in unstoppable lust.
Now I’ve given her some lingerie to change into, arranged on my flight back from the UK.
My manhood presses against my zipper, my seed urging it to burst free, urging me to charge in there and throw her onto the bed before she’s changed into that outfit.
I grip my hands behind my back, grimacing, trying to slow my breathing.
But it’s impossible when I hear her voice through the diaphanous silk curtains, blowing in the ocean breeze.
“Solomon,” she calls, her voice shifting somewhere between sassiness and nervousness.
I swallow hard and try to remind myself that her precious pussy has never been touched before. I need to be gentle, to take it slow, to try and tame the beastly pieces of me she seems to delight in bringing out.
I push through the curtains and stand at the edge of the room. It’s a large room, with a marble ensuite off to the side and a four poster bed with a bar and seating area. Everything is sleek marble and plush rugs.
But none of that matters as my eyes devour her, perched on the end of the bed.
The lingerie is lacy and frames her ample breasts beautifully, pushing them together and making a perfect passage for my cock in her cleavage. The bra is pale pink, almost melting into the flushed tone of her skin. Her hair falls around her shoulders, messy, as though she’s already been fucked.
“What?” she murmurs. “Don’t you like it?”
“I told myself I was going to go slow,” I growl, stalking across the room and standing over her. “But I can’t. Not when you look like that.”
I reach down and tear off my belt and shred my zipper in half. She gasps as my cock springs up into her face, my massive fleshy pole gleaming with precome, so hard it points almost straight up.
I touch her face, stroking it as tenderly as I can.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before, my little dreamer?”
“Mmm,” she moans, shaking her head. “Never. It’s so big.”
“Open your mouth.”
She follows my command opening her mouth, keeping her eyes wide.
Fuck, she has so much power over me.
All my money, all my achievements, and my woman with her mouth just pushes that all away.
She fucking owns me right now, just as much as I own her.
“Are you going to be a good virgin and suck my dick, get it good and wet for your needy soaked hole?”
She nods, keeping her mouth open.
I groan as I slide my fingers between strands of her hair, grabbing her head and guiding the engorged helm of my cock to her lips. She gasps as I inch between her lips, pushing forward until I can feel the back of her throat closing up around my cock.
She looks up at me, her naïve eyes filling with tears. I’m about a quarter of the way into her, her mouth hot.
I love how obviously unschooled she is, her teeth touching my skin just a little as I pull out of her and repeat the motion.
“Oh,” she moans, as I hold my tip close to her lips. “I can’t take it all. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to,” I snarl. “Just reach up and jerk my base with one hand. Use the other to play with that hot tangy pussy of yours. I want you good and ready when I pound into you.”
“Okay … sir.”
Fuck, I love this woman.
I fight off the thought.
The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment by blurting something like that out, even if it’s true.
She reaches down with her small hand, toying with the pale pink panties, some of the fabric already darkening with her spreading desire.
She moans as she sucks, bobbing her head up and down.
I can tell there are some nerves flaring beneath her every movement, but that just adds to the primal so
ng pounding inside of me. She’s making an effort to let go, to be sexy, to be wild – and she’s succeeding – all for me, not because she’s done it before.
My perfect little virgin really is a fast learner.
I shift my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as much as she can take, staring down at the way her breasts jiggle with the movement and her fingers work at her pussy.
“Under your panties,” I growl. “Rub that clit raw for me.”
Her moans get louder as she slips her hand under her panties, toying with her clit, rubbing it, and causing the fabric to shift and dance around her hand. She stares up at me with her beautiful, fuck-me eyes, her lids fluttering the faster she rubs.
I step back with a carnal growl, my balls feeling like they could explode.
“Naked—now,” I snap.
“What about you?” she whimpers, even as she reaches back to unclip her bra like the good obedient girl she is.
“Naked,” I snarl. “Now.”
She takes off her bra and those gorgeous tits spill free, her nipples already hard and needy with desire. Then she lies back and wriggles out of her panties.
When she makes to sit up, I shake my head.
“Stay like that and open those slut legs wide for me,” I growl. “And when I say slut, I mean you’re a slut for me. Do you understand? You can be a slut, a vixen, a minx—but only for me, always for me.”
“I understand,” she moans. “I’m your slut, Solomon. Just yours. Always yours.”
“Again,” I groan, the base of my cock shivering.
“I’m your slut,” she breathes.
“Again,” I say, my words sounding hollow as if I can’t get enough air to complete the sentence.
“I’m—your—slut,” she sighs, her lust making it hard for her to push the words out.
I move to the end of the bed and lean down, touching her ankle and then smoothing my hand over her calf, her knee, and up her gorgeously thick thigh toward her slit. It’s pink and fresh-looking, and so wet it glistens in the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
“Who are you going to get wet for, Sophia?” I growl, skirting her pussy with my finger, purposefully avoiding her lips and her clit to drive her insane.
“Just you,” she moans. “Oh—please.”
“Please what?” I smirk, circling her clit over and over, but never touching it.
“You’re teasing me,” she purrs.
“Beg,” I growl. “If you want it that badly, beg. Tell me what you are. Tell me whose you are.”
“Please touch me, Solomon,” she moans. “Please fuck me. I’m your slut, just yours. I belong to you. Just, please, please, please.”
The skin of my cock bulges and presses outward, trying to explode. I grit my teeth and then my hands are moving quickly. I tear at my clothes. I’m like a werewolf bursting from my suit. I rip my jacket and my shirt off, kick my trousers off, eviscerate my underwear and tear my socks off all in the space of twenty seconds.
I return to the end of the bed, naked, every muscle bulging and every tendon tight.
I climb onto the bed and lean over her, laying my fists on either side of her head, slowly lowering my hard chest against her soft round tits.
I stare into her eyes, tracking the lust there, and the nervousness it wars with.
“Are you ready, Sophia?” I growl. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. You’re too damn sexy for that. I need you too badly for that. Tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m ready,” she whispers.
I lean down and lay my lips against hers, kissing her softly, letting our tongues find their natural pattern.
“Good virgin,” I growl.
“You won’t be able to call me that for long,” she giggles adorably.
I smirk and reach down, gripping the base of my cock and guiding the tingling helm to her hole. She gasps and whimpers as I push inside, arching my back I immediately feel her untouched cunt clamp down tightly onto me.
It’s like I’m being gripped with a fist of hot, heavenly wetness.
I growl and push deeper, deeper, tracking my passage inside of her by the way her features contort and shift.
“Oh God, that’s big,” she moans.
“Just wait,” I growl. “Once your body gets used to it, it’ll feel good.”
“It already feels good—ah, baby—it feels good, now. I just … Oh, fuck.”
I feel her pussy relaxing around my cock as I sink in right up to the hilt.
I hold myself there, gazing down at her lovely round breasts, at her sweat covered cheeks. Her eyes are half-lidded as though she’s high on this moment. Her skin is red where she wants to be touched and used.
I inch out of her with tantalizing slowness, making us both feel every shimmering moment of pleasure, pulling out until her hole is kissing the end of my cock, opening and closing with my subtle movements.
“Are you ready?” I snap. “I need to work that pussy raw.”
“Do it,” she moans. “Just do it, Solomon. You own me. You don’t need to ask my permission.”
My balls swell and I let out a carnal snarl between gritted teeth.
She couldn’t have said anything more perfect.
“Play with those tits while I fuck you,” I tell her. “Push them together. Pinch your nipples.”
“Yes … sir.”
“Argh,” I growl, pounding into her pussy so hard she bucks and writhes beneath me.
She gasps as I start to work her hot and needy cunt, bouncing up and down on the bed, moving so fast that, at first, she can’t even grab onto her breasts like I’ve commanded her to.
I pommel into her pussy, lost in the wild unleashing of this moment. My seed growls and tries to urge up the base of my cock, but there’s no way I’m going to allow myself to explode before I see her thick white cream streaming down my dick.
This isn’t because I’m some selfless bastard.
I need to see her cream coating me, making it so I can’t even see the skin of my cock, just her come, just her release.
She gasps as I arch my back, pushing myself even deeper inside of her, finding places within her she never even dreamed existed.
“Oh, oh,” she gasps.
“You’re getting so tight,” I growl. “I can feel how close you are.”
“Solomon, sir, baby, oh.”
I lean down and take her breast in my mouth. I have to contort my massive body, but it’s worth it to taste how hot and needy her nipples are, surging with desire, pulsating with it.
I fuck her ragged, causing the bed to shake. It’s like the whole ocean is shivering beneath us, a tsunami tearing through this moment and driving us both wild.
I lean back again, looking down into her eyes. They shimmer and widen, and then her eyelids start to flicker as she loses herself in the euphoria.
I can read every tiny change in her, in the release that bubbles up inside of her.
I ram into her with even more power, the room filled with my beastly groaning and her unchained moans and screams.
Our bodies make wet, intoxicating sounds as I fuck her harder and faster each moment, using her so savagely now all she can do is gyrate and buck on the end of my dick.
“Come,” I growl. “Now, now, now.”
“Ah, ah,” she cries. “Oh. Yes, yes.”
She throws her head back and her neck turns red with tension, her veins bulging. Her nipples are perky and hard and the veins on her ample round breasts seem to bulge with her ecstasy.
Every part of her is committed to this moment.
I have to push with even more power to drive through her tightening hole, her pussy gripping me so hard all I can feel is the tension at the helm of my cock, tingling and buzzing as I race closer and closer to my own climax.
I stare down in wonder as her pussy gifts me her thick white cream, waves and waves of it squirting down my engorged length, pulsing and shimmering. There’s so much of it, it smears across her lips and her cli
t as I push deeper into her glistening hole.
She opens her eyes, her lips twisted into a smile of shock and release.
“Beg me to come in you,” I snap. “Fucking beg.”
“Please,” she moans, trying her best to bounce in time with my frantic thrusts.
I love how much my little virgin tries.
She’s perfect.
I love her. I love her.
I fucking love her.
“Come in me, sir,” she cries. “Please, Solomon. Please, please, please.”
The last please comes out strangled and shaky, as though she doesn’t think she can take this ruthless pounding for much longer.
I let out a roar when the tension at the end of my cock becomes too much to handle, all of it exploding in a sudden release that just feels right.
I’ve been waiting all my life to feel this tight virgin cunt clutch my dick like this.
I collapse atop her, crushing her breasts with my chest, laying my face against her hair, and inhaling her just-Sophia scent as my seed pumps deep inside her.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, catching my breath, rolling aside once the pleasure has passed.
And yet I can still feel it lurking beneath the surface, my cock already twitching as though it’s going to get hard again.
Sophia lays her head on my chest, digging her fingernails into my side. She kisses my sweaty skin and lets out a captivating sigh.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs. “Wasn’t it?”
I smirk and lean down, kissing the top of her sex-tangled hair.
“You don’t have to be nervous or self-conscious about sex ever again,” I tell her. “You were incredible. You were everything I knew you’d be. Don’t you see, Sophia? Our bodies know what to do.”
She hugs closer to me, letting out a contented sigh.
I won’t tell her now. It’ll ruin the moment.
But soon, maybe once we’re back on the deck, I’ll have to let her know.
It’s time to tell Caitlin.
I’ve probably just put a baby in my woman’s womb.
Already, our future is growing inside of her.
Keeping it quiet for much longer just isn’t an option.
But for now, I’m content to lie here with her, listening to the sound of the wind rustling the curtains and the ocean lapping at the yacht beyond the balcony.
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