“One drink and then we’re going back to bed.” I reached down and squeezed her ass. “Unless you want another spanking.”
“I deserved to have my bottom spanked, but I’m not going to do anything to earn another one today. I’ll save up all my bratty behavior for tomorrow.” She winked and smiled.
Apparently, sex isn’t the only thing my blonde goddess wants to repeat.
After a few kisses on her neck, I poured us both a fresh glass of whiskey. The drink was harsh on my dry throat after our lovemaking but I needed something to drink and the buzz had worn off. I put one back quickly and watched as she nursed her first drink.
Come on, drink it faster. I’m ready to fuck you again.
She finally walked back to the bedroom and placed her glass on the nightstand. I followed behind her as she slid into the bed and opened her legs. The look on her face was pretty fucking clear—she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I climbed back into bed, my cock throbbing before our skin even touched again.
Chapter 7: Heather
I’m not a virgin anymore.
Nineteen years, four months, six days, and I could have counted the hours if the clock on the wall hadn’t been blurry from the darkness. There had been pain, but it was definitely worth it when I felt the power of my first vaginal orgasm—I finally understood what the hype was all about. I wasn’t sure I could just go back to boring old masturbation after that.
Shane Black was amazing. I didn’t believe there was another man on the planet more deserving of being my first. I didn’t care if we barely knew each other—I knew what I wanted. He was a real man, but he was the kind of man that would probably break my heart if I gave it to him. I wasn’t sure I could avoid it, especially with what we had shared. I wondered if I was anything more to him than an opportunity to get laid.
Will you even remember me when the storm is over and I go home?
I didn’t want to dwell on it. I wanted something else—a lot more. I wanted to feel him inside of me again, to feel the closeness of two bodies becoming one. I wanted to feel the pleasure overwhelm the pain again. I let my knees drift apart and stared directly at him, locking eyes with his hungry stare.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you again,” he whispered as he sank against me and started kissing my neck.
“I’m ready...” I moaned in his ear as my fingers ran through his hair.
He lifted me off the bed with one hand and pressed his lips to mine. I loved the roughness of his kiss, a hunger that felt like it couldn’t be satiated. I let my lips part and his tongue slid between them, contacting mine. I felt like every kiss I had up to that moment was amateur hour compared to the way he kissed me. It was like he wanted to pillage my mouth and there was so much fire and passion I struggled to concentrate on anything else.
It felt like more than a kiss—it felt like his whole body was connected to mine when our skin met. He held me tight and caressed my body, sending shivers that collided with the heat. He knew exactly where to plant his lips to make me burn with desire for his touch. He held me suspended in air, captivated by his touch, ravaging my body with his tongue.
All I could do was hang on and enjoy the ecstasy. I did my best to keep up but his experience was dominating every attempt I made. I slid my hand between his legs and started to stroke his cock. I might not have been an expert of every sensual spot of the male anatomy, but I knew how to get a response. I slid my hand up and down his shaft, pushing the head against my pussy, which was already wet again.
“You’re not a virgin anymore.” His lips drifted across my ears as he spoke.
“No.” I leaned against his neck. “I want you again.”
“You’re going to have me. It’s time for you to really get fucked.” He leaned back with a hungry look in his eyes.
Yeah... Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you’re going to do.
He held me up with one hand on my ass and one on my back. I stayed suspended there for a moment, our flesh pressed together, but then he flipped me over and pushed me face first into the bed. A hand slid under my stomach and lifted my hips until I was on my knees in front of him, but he kept one hand on the back of my neck, holding my face against the bed.
“I like it rough sometimes.” The hand on the back of my neck wrapped around my hair.
Do I like it rough? Oh God, I think I like it rough. I’m so turned on that I’m going to orgasm before he ever fucks me.
His hardened cock pressed against my pussy as he positioned himself. I felt a new surge of desire resonating from within me. He slid me closer, driving his cock inside as he did. It went in hard and fast with no time for me to adjust to his girth. I winced for a moment, but he quickly withdrew—only to follow up with an even harder thrust. Several quick ones followed, and I felt myself starting to adjust.
“That feels good...” A moan of pleasure roared across my lips.
“I bet it does.” He landed a hard slap on my ass and it reignited the fire he had created there earlier. My body reacted with a quiver and the sting quickly turned to pleasure.
The sensation from that angle was different and it felt like his cock never left my g-spot. The stories of how great it felt could never have prepared me for the pleasure it caused me to feel. After a few dozen thrusts, I was fully adjusted and I was moaning every time he drove himself deep. I was enjoying it so much I found myself pushing back against him, trying to force his cock deeper each time.
“Don’t stop...” I moaned through drawn, panted breaths.
“I don’t intend to.” He picked up the pace. “Not until I fill you with cum again.”
Yes!
The roughness of his thrusts were so hot I thought I would spontaneously combust from the feeling that was building inside of me. My g-spot was almost pulsating with pleasure as he slammed his cock into it hard and fast. As soon as I felt the sensation crash into my body, he was withdrawing his dick and slamming it again. The hand that was wrapped around my hair kept me pinned to the bed and I could barely move, but I continued to try and lift my hips against his thrusts.
My pussy may never recover from this, but I don’t care.
As much as I wanted to see the passion in his eyes, I was lost in the bliss of the moment. The bed creaked with the fury of his thrusts and I was gasping for air between the surges of pleasure. I couldn’t believe I had gone from a virgin who had never felt a cock to a full-blown slave to his lust in a matter of an hour.
I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I wanted to be his in every way. The blizzard had started to pick up outside yet again, but the sound of the wind was nothing compared to the storm brewing between us. The thrusts got faster as I heard him grunting with pleasure. I was right there with him, engulfed in the majesty of the moment.
I’m not going to last much longer.
When I felt him start to throb and tense up, I knew he was nearing his breaking point again. I couldn’t wait to feel the ferocity of his release once more. I wanted every drop of his passion, deep inside where no man had been before him.
“You’re going to make me explode...” He said with a hard grunt.
“Me too...” I moaned.
The tense muscles inside of my pussy started to spasm as my body felt the first stream of his ejaculation. I bit down on the sheets as I let out a light scream of pleasure when my orgasm began.
It was more intense than the ones I had experienced earlier, magnified by the way his cock throbbed against my g-spot while it unleashed the entirety of his lust. My head buckled backwards against my neck as he yanked on my hair. He pulled my head back while he continued to drive his cock inside of me.
Damn, why do I like that so much?
I did my best to push back and bounce against his thrusts, but my orgasm was already overpowering my sense of self-control. He slammed into me hard and then held himself there, at the deepest point where his balls rested against my clitoris. They seemed to almost vibrate as he unloaded the last drop of his pleasure into my exhausted pu
ssy.
When he was spent, his fingers released their grip and I fell forward into the bed. He slowly withdrew and then dropped beside me in the bed. Sweat had formed on the edge of his eyebrows and he had a look of intense satisfaction on his face.
“That was incredible.” I rolled to the side and put my hand on my chest. “I’m almost out of breath.”
“Find it quick.” He looked over at me. “I’m not finished with you.”
“I don’t know if I can take any more.” I shook my head, feeling heaviness in my eyes as the afterglow of the orgasm sent calming endorphins through my body.
“Oh, you can take a lot more, trust me.” He pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine. “You’re mine, whenever I want you.”
How could I say no to that?
I dozed in his arms fairly quickly, completely exhausted by the fury of our lovemaking. I was semi-aware of a shift in the bed when he moved closer and started to run his fingers down my naked body. It tingled a little, but I was beyond the point of being able to lift an arm or even open an eyelid. It was hard to tell if it was happening in real life or if I was dreaming. I finally felt the deepest sleep pulling me into a dark embrace.
I DIDN’T SLEEP VERY long, despite the exhaustion that settled into my bones. When I woke up and felt the cold on his side of the bed, I fully opened my eyes and looked around the cabin. I could hear him in the kitchen, so I slid out of bed and walked into the living room.
My stomach had a bit of a cramp and a hunger pang—another part of my penance for throwing my food on the floor earlier in the day. Only a few hours had passed, but it seemed like so much more. I still didn’t understand what came over me when I chose to take my anger out on his plate and the food he fixed for me, but there was a soreness in my bottom to remind me of the price I paid for that temporary bit of bratty insanity.
And it’ll probably happen again if I misbehave—I’m not sure that is a bad thing.
“Ah, sleeping beauty has risen.” He smiled as I entered the living room and yawned.
“Yeah...” I nodded. “I’m famished.”
“I should send you to bed without supper after the stunt you pulled earlier.” He narrowed his eyes at me.
“I’m sorry...” I replied.
“There’s plenty of food in the fridge. Help yourself.” He motioned towards the fridge behind him. He had already piled some food on a plate and was digging into it with his fork.
The kitchen was filled with various items, but none of the junk food I preferred was present. I settled on a tomato sandwich, topped with some lettuce. As much as I would have liked a couple of pieces of bacon to complete the ensemble, I didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask after what I did earlier so I topped it with salt and pepper.
“This stuff is so fresh.” I bit into it and felt the fullness of the flavor—it was so much tastier than what we normally got at the grocery store.
“I grew them myself. I have a small greenhouse out back that I use when the weather is a little cold. I’ll have to can whatever is left after the storm, so enjoy it.” He smiled as he watched me bite into the sandwich again.
It was a great sandwich, even without the protein, and I felt full after it was gone. I sat down in the living room and watched the television for a moment, staring at the various news from around the area. The storm was going to be legendary before it was over and they were predicting another day of snow. The local weatherman had completely failed to predict the storm that was coming and my friends were likely holed up in their cabin with booze supplies running low.
Not me. I could drown myself in alcohol and barely hurt his supply.
A look at the well-stocked array on Shane’s counter suggested he was well beyond the capabilities of the experts to determine what was needed in such a situation. I really had been extremely lucky and it felt like a twist of fate in my favor that had landed me exactly where I needed to be. I stood up after staring at the television and walked to the window.
“Are you trying to melt the snow with your gaze?” He laughed as he watched me stare.
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m in no hurry to leave.”
“Does that mean you’re about ready for bed?” He had a certain hint of excitement in his tone.
“Not yet...” I turned and walked over to him.
I was in a full blown sexual revolution and there were things I had never done—things I wanted to experience with someone I trusted as much as I trusted Shane. I placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him deeply, sinking into his arms. As much as I enjoyed our kiss, I wanted to try something else, something I had thought about since I first heard stories about all the things couples did together when they were alone.
I want to suck his cock.
I kissed down his neck and then slid between his legs, dropping to my knees. His eyes lit up with a bit of excitement when I started to stroke his shaft through his jeans. I unfastened them and pulled them down until I could see the bridge of his cock along the top part of the fabric. I slid a hand into them and extracted it carefully watching it grow in my hand.
He realized what I wanted to do and slid forward in his seat, positioning his cock in front of my lips. I stroked it with my hand as I studied it. I had a strong desire to taste it and feel the force of his ejaculation in my throat. I parted my lips and extended my tongue, swirling around the engorged head.
“I’ve never done this before.” I kissed along the side lightly.
“I trust you.” He leaned back in his chair. “You can practice on me all you want.”
The veins on his engorged dick were thick and twisted around the shaft. I let my tongue drift down the underside of it and I felt him tense up with a look of pleasure on his face. I dragged my tongue across the head, across the back, and all the way down to his balls, measuring each reaction as I tried to learn what made him feel good.
Oh, he liked that.
The bottom part seemed to be the most pleasurable, so I focused there with my tongue as I moved across it quickly. Once I had it fairly saturated I moved back to the head and prepared to feel a cock in my mouth for the first time. I parted my lips and slid it past them, letting my tongue adjust to the texture.
There was a certain excitement in the experience that made me start to get wet again. The idea of sucking a cock and the actuality of it were two very different things. I found my jaw hesitant to accept his girth, as much as I wanted to pleasure him. I struggled with it, sliding as much as I could inside my mouth and rolling my tongue around it.
After several minutes, I felt my jaw start to relax and I could open it further. I continued the repetitive motion as he moaned and then let it slide further inside my mouth once I adjusted.
“That feels really good,” he said with a moan of satisfaction.
I was determined to make my first experience a good one for both of us. I felt his cock throbbing inside my mouth as I pushed it further and further into my throat. Each time I felt it hit a point I couldn’t get past mentally, I pulled his cock to the edge of my lips and licked it before pushing it down my throat again.
The excited breaths and moans of pleasure I heard from him each time I did it suggested I was doing something right. I picked up the pace, trying to get faster as I slid his cock down my throat.
“Your mouth is so warm and wet.” He moaned again. “Your lips are so hot.”
I’m going to make you cum.
After several tries, I felt the back of my throat finally starting to relax and I pushed it as deep as he could go. My lips connected with his pelvis and he started to lightly grind himself against me. It took several tries to really adjust to the feeling of his cock inside the deepest reaches of my throat, but once I could consistently swallow him, I felt a difference in his grunts. I moved his cock deep as fast as I could and I felt his hand on my head.
“I’m gonna cum.” A loud moan and a grunt followed his words.
His words brought on a new sense of enthusiasm and vigor. I
wanted to feel his release inside of my mouth. I wanted evidence I had given him the kind of pleasure I set out to deliver. I could feel the cum surging in his balls and I could feel the pressure in his shaft.
I let him show me what he wanted as he guided my motions. When there was so much pressure I was sure he would explode, I picked up the pace and swallowed his cock over and over until I felt him throbbing against the back of my throat. He grabbed my hair and slid himself deep.
I knew he was going to explode, so I braced myself for the full force of his lust. It didn’t take long once he was ready. I could feel the surge of his cum in the shaft and then it erupted inside my throat. I immediately started swallowing, just trying to stay ahead of his excitement.
This is harder than I thought.
I felt myself choking, but I kept my tongue in motion to extend the pleasure. There were several long streams of cum before he was done, but I managed to swallow every drop before he was spent. There were little words after that. I crawled into his lap and rested my head against his chest, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride in the pleasure I had given him.
Chapter 8: Shane
I wanted the storm to last forever because that would make it less complicated. Things would change when it passed. The beautiful blonde goddess in my arms was mine—she was mine forever.
No man will ever touch you again. I’m the first and the last.
I wouldn’t make the same mistakes I made when I let myself love before. Heather would be dominated, taught, controlled, and disciplined if necessary. I would train her to be exactly what I needed. She had no idea how my far I would go to make sure she remained mine.
I’ll do anything it takes to keep you here with me.
There was a darkness in my soul that had not been tapped for some time. I thought the mountain consumed it and turned me into a celibate hermit, but the conversion had been unsuccessful. I was filled with a new vigor for life, a new desire for the future I dreamed of before. I wanted to grow old in the cabin with her, surrounded by our children. I wanted to provide for her and the family we raised. We wouldn’t need anything else in the world but each other.
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