by Taylor Lee
Little by little, he brought her down shaking and trembling, gasping for breath. He licked her vagin once more then pulled his fingers out of her dragging them along the sensitive folds.
“Ah, yes, God, yes. Ma belle femme. L’orgasme pour mois de nouveau. I told you. I told you that you would come again for me.”
She was sobbing, laughing, making soft mewling sounds as involuntary tremors shook her body. She clung to him, burrowing her face in his shoulder whispering his name over and over.
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He held her close to him, stroking her, petting her, murmuring soft loving words, and gazed at her in awe. Jesus fucking Christ, never would he have believed that she was this hot. He thought back on all the times that he approached her. Now he realized he had misinterpreted, ignored the signs. She hadn’t understood. She didn’t know what was happening to her body. He chastised himself. Selfish arrogant bastard that he was he misunderstood her confusion, the signals she sent, and dismissed her as a manipulative cocktease.
Taking a deep breath, he knew there was no way he could any longer ignore his throbbing cock. He was sure it would split his pants if he didn’t let it loose. Christ, then what? He knew she was a virgin. He also knew his prick was a work of art. And, God knows, he knew how to use it to drive a woman crazy. Merde, how many women had told him that. It was long and thick. That was before he had spent an hour seducing the sexiest fucking woman he had ever been with. How the hell could he put all of this up inside of her untried cunt? But even as he hesitated, he knew that was precisely what he intended to do.
He rolled off of her and knelt up and slipped off his trousers. His cock sprang out, long, thick, and rock hard against his belly. When she pulled back, startled, he smiled and took her hand and folded her fingers around his shaft close to the head. Just that touch from her made him swell even more.
“Ah, cherie, mon petite amour. Look what you have done to me. Whatever shall we do with this?” he asked with a teasing grin.
She propped herself up on one elbow and stared at his cock. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip, as if considering his question.
He raised his eyebrows in mock dismay.
“I can’t just make it go away. I need your help.”
“Bai, I will help if I can. But, honestly, I don’t know what to do,” she said seriously, looking aghast but with obvious interest at his throbbing member.
He smothered a grin and asked in a solemn voice, “May I assume from your expression you have not seen an adult male – an aroused adult male before?”
She flushed bright red and shook her head. “No, yes. I mean…Just…just in books, paintings.” She hesitated, and then without looking away from his swollen prick that was flushing darker under her scrutiny, added, “And, and… I have seen animals -- stallions.”
He choked back a shout of laughter and kept his voice as serious as he could. “I see. And if I may ask, how do I compare, cherie?”
“You…you…there is no comparison, Bai, to the paintings.”
His eyes twinkled. “And to the stallions?”
A tiny smile tugged at her lips. Her voice was soft, tremulous. “Well, Bai. You compare very well.”
He threw back his head and roared. He wiped the tears from his eyes, then, still chortling, he laid her back against the floor and covered her face with tiny heartfelt kisses. “Mon dieu, Elena. You will be the death of me.”
His laughter gone, he whispered in her ear. “But, cherie, we do have a problem. I want to fuck you.”
She gasped. “You want to put that inside of me….All of it?”
“Yes, mon charmant. Not only to put it inside of you,” his voice grew raspy and strangled, “but I need to thrust it up into you, drive it deep and hard up in your chatte.
“Not to be indelicate, but I want to ram it up so hard and so far up inside of your pussy that you will feel it on the other side of your womb.”
Her face paled. She licked her lips nervously. “I…I see.”
“But, Elena, I know you have not had a lover before. If I do what I want to do, what I am aching to do—I know I will hurt you.”
“I guess you are saying that it won’t be as good a …as good a fuck, if you don’t do the ramming thing, the thrusting part?”
“No, mon amour. It will not be.”
She was quiet for a moment as if considering then asked tentatively, “After we have done it several times – the fucking thing, not just making me come, will it stop hurting?”
“Yes, it will. But, cherie, you will also come when we do the ‘fucking thing.’”
“Really?” She perked up.
“Yes, le plus cher. Indeed, when I am deep inside of you thrusting harder and higher, up inside your tight pulsing pussy, and you and I both come, they will hear your ecstatic screams across the villa.”
“And, you, Bai? Will you scream too?”
He smiled, his eyes gleaming.
“Ah, yes, cherie. The lions roaring in the jungle will have nothing on me.”
A shy smile crossed her lips. “Then, please, Bai, fuck me.”
“J'ai le plaisir, cherie. My pleasure.”
~~
Chapter 26
He smiled at her. “I believe you asked earlier if you could touch me. I want you to touch my cock. I want to see if you feel as good touching me as I do when I touch you.”
He guided her hand, wrapped it around his shaft and began moving it up and down, pulling the foreskin down to reveal the swollen weeping head.
“God, Bai, are you sure we want to do this? I think it is getting even bigger,” she said with a worried frown.
“Let’s take that chance, mon amour,” he said with a soft groan of pleasure. “Plus, you know how you get wet, Elena? That is so that I can enter you more easily. And look, see here? When you rub me up and down like you’re doing now, in addition to driving me out of my fucking mind, I get wet too.”
He took some of the cum from the end of his cock and rubbed it on her lips. He leaned down and licked it off her lips and sucked her tongue.
“Doesn’t that taste good? Soon I hope you will want to suck on me the way I suck on you and taste me, all of me.”
“I never knew there was so much to learn in this sex business, so many parts, so many places or that it would feel so good,” she mused distractedly.
He smiled and as if to remind her, he moved back to her breasts, licking and suckling them until she was writhing under him. He put two fingers up inside of her and began thrusting them in and out of her pussy.
Elena gasped, but then a low passionate moan escaped her lips and she pressed against his fingers. When she started moving with him he inserted another finger and then gently, insistently, ran all three digits around the opening, stretching it, rimming it. All the while, whispering to her how good it was going to feel to be inside of her beautiful chatte. With his other hand he slipped his finger and thumb around her clit and rubbed the tender sensitive nub until her juices ran down the inside of her thighs.
Elena shuddered and cried out, pressing up against his fingers and thumb. She couldn’t believe how much she loved it when he touched her there. God, she didn’t even know that place was there, but Bai did. It made her crazy when he touched it, rubbed it and didn’t stop even when she begged him to—or not.
He reached for the bed pillows that he had tossed to the floor earlier. “Here, ma jolie petite fille, lift up your hips so that I can put these under you.”
She did as he said and could immediately see the advantage at least for him. But when he knelt up between her legs and nuzzled the flared end of his cock up against her entrance, she shuddered and saw the wisdom of the position for them both.
She was afraid of what was going to happen, what it would feel like when he came inside of her, how much it would hurt. She was frightened but intrigued by his cock. It was big, huge. She had no idea how he could get it inside of her, but realized with a start that every nerve ending, every secret place in her bod
y was begging him to try.
He ran his fingers around the opening to her sex, stretched it, and pushed his aroused cockhead up against her entrance, inching in. It was hard, throbbing, big – too big.
“I…I’m afraid, Bai.” Her voice shook.
When she pulled back and clenched down, he kept the end of his cock just inside her entrance, moving ever so gently, cautiously in and out.
“Non, non, belle femme dulce, sweet woman. Don’t tense. Let go, petite amie. You love it when I touch you here, yes?”
He felt again for her aching nub and kept up a merciless drumbeat on her clit with his finger and thumb. His expert touch assured her, gave her confidence he knew what he was doing. And then she knew, she wanted him. All of him.
She trembled and whispered, “Oh, God, yes! Oh, God, yes, Bai.”
“Ah, oui, cherie. When I am deep inside of you every part of you will feel like this. You will be screaming, begging for more.”
For good measure, he sucked and nipped the hard peak of one and then the other of her breasts. She cried out and her body quivered, a mass of sensations as a flood of moisture filled her pussy.
“Ah, cherie, do you feel how wet you are? Even wetter than before? Your body is ready for me, petite fille.”
He groaned, unable to hold back any longer. “Christ, Elena, I want you so goddamn bad. Do you want me, Elena? Do you want me inside of you? High up inside of you?”
“God, yes! Don’t stop, Bai. I can feel it coming, my excitement coming again.” She was breathing hard, beginning to pant, clinging to him. He moved up higher stifling a groan at how tight she was. Her little cunt was like a vise, a tight passage he needed to navigate slowly, with caution -- if he could.
“Take a deep breath, cherie, and when I tell you, blow it out hard. Oui, mon amour?”
She took a deep breath and held it and then let go when he said, “Now, Elena, now.”
With a hard thrust, he broke through the membrane that he needed to penetrate -- if he was going to roar like a lion.
She cried out at the sharp pain and he murmured, holding her close, “That’s it, fillette. Never again will it hurt like that. Feel me now, feel me.”
She was stunned by how big he was, how impossibly big. Breaking through was nothing compared to what he was doing to her now. He thrust in several inches slowly then drew out and just when she felt relief, he thrust in again a little deeper, filling her, unbelievably full. Before she knew what was happening, she started to move with him, to want the pain of the deeper penetration that became pleasure when he pulled back. In and out, but each time deeper, harder. The sensations were intense, like he was dragging his cock across her clit only from the inside. It was as though a magnet of heat held her in its grip. She knew she was moaning, she couldn’t stop. But the more he thrust the more her moans became deep passionate groans.
Bai heard her sounds change and felt her beginning to move with him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop. Responding to her frantic cries, he thrust harder, deeper. He wanted all of her now. He had to get in her, all of him in her, but he wasn’t sure he could or that he should. Again and again, he reminded himself to go slow, easy, she was untried, a virgin. Christ, he needed to remember how innocent she was.
He groaned a deep hard groan and said, “Oh, God, Elena, you are tight. Christ, bebe, I have never felt anything like this—you are so goddamn fucking tight!”
Then something shifted inside of him. A part of him much more primal, more primitive than his usual carefully cloaked emotions broke free. A driving force he never felt before propelled him forward. He knelt up higher and pushed her knees wider apart, farther back—high and wide. He had to get access; he needed more room if he was going to be able to thrust higher, all the way in. He put her feet up on his shoulders and with a hard groan, pulled her hips flush to him and drove in with all his might.
Any thought he had of holding back, going slow, was long gone, lost in the clenching magnet of her virgin cunt. His breath was deep and ragged. He was moaning, groaning. And then he was there, all the way up inside her unbelievably tight channel, the hilt of him ramming up against the entrance of her cunt, his balls banging against her delicious ass.
His hard groans turned to deep animal grunts. He was mindless, never having felt anything like this before. He never let go like this, gave himself to the pure animal passion buried inside. And the goddamn fucking magic of it was that she was meeting him thrust for thrust. Miraculously, he heard her screams, heard her crying out his name, then felt the waves of her orgasm crashing over them both.
His balls drew up hard and tight. He knew he could no longer hold back. He knelt up even higher and with one, two, and then three hard driving strokes, he threw his head back and exploded inside of her, the wild keening roar of an animal filling the room.
It was two o’clock in the morning, and while he knew they didn’t necessarily hear her across the entire villa, and they weren’t in a jungle, he was confident if the lions had heard him, they would know he was one of their own.
~~~
For what felt like a lifetime, he lay next to her, reveling in the aftershocks of their combined orgasms. She was alternately crying and laughing and only when he loosened her fingers from his back did he realize that she had broken his skin with her fierce hold.
He kissed her face, her neck, her ears, and the well between her breasts telling her again and again how beautiful she was and how she made him feel. When he could stand, he went in his bathroom and washed off his sweaty body. He came back to her with a wet, warm towel and sponged her off starting with her face, neck, her breasts. He spread her legs and wiped off the blood and their love juices. He separated her labia and gently rubbed inside her folds while she moaned with pain, but mostly pleasure.
Many minutes later, he asked. “Cherie, ma petite amour. Can you stand?” At her murmured response, he whispered, “We French have thought of everything, mon amour. I have a bidet in my bathroom. Let me carry you in there. I know if you let the water splash over you it will help you feel better tomorrow. Oui, mon amour?”
She nodded and he carried her into the bathroom. As though she was a small child, he knelt beside her showing her how to straddle the bidet and let the water run over her tender folds.
“Elena, pee if you can.” He laughed, “That is the primary use of this toilet. If you pee that will help you heal faster. Can you do that, cherie? Bon. Vous êtes ma fille bonne, oui?”
She almost fell asleep against his shoulder when he carried her back to his bed and laid her down. He crawled in beside her and wrapped her beautiful body in his arms, murmuring loving words until he heard the soft sounds of her sleeping. Within minutes, he fell into an exhausted sleep holding her in his arms.
~~
Chapter 27
The next morning, Bai woke early and held her, careful not to wake her. He pulled back the bedcovers and marveled at her body, the swell of her breasts, her soft nipples, and the curve of her ass. His prick swelled with desire. He longed to be inside of her, thrusting, grunting like he did last night. The memory filled him with lust and then with shame. He couldn’t believe what he had done to this lovely young vulnerable woman. A woman who had never been breached. He had not taken her gently, tenderly aware of her virgin state. No, he had possessed her like an animal, thrusting deep and hard and high in her stunningly tight untried channel. Goddamn, how could he ever make her understand his lack of control when he didn’t? He prided himself on his ability to contain his emotions. Like the cold Frenchman before he killed, when he fucked, he was always master of his basic needs, aloof – even with the most wanton whores.
He didn’t understand how he lost his infamous restraint with Elena – of all women. Somehow he would make her understand, apologize, promise he would never do that again. But even as he made the resolution, he knew if he had five minutes left on this earth he would want to be where he was last night, spilling his seed deep inside Elena’s glorious glove tig
ht cunt -- roaring like a lion.
~~~
The Chinese healer lowered her eyes to hide her amusement.
“Yes, Mr. Bai, I have herbs that will greatly reduce the discomfort from a night of rigorous coitus. Did you say that the woman was a virgin, untried?”
He ignored the Chinese healer’s attempt to mask her amusement. He responded curtly, “Yes.”
“In that case, I assume there was bleeding? If so, we will want to prevent infection.”
He nodded impatiently. “Naturellement. We, I mean, she used the bidet and also passed urine.”
“Excellent, that will help. If the young woman is amenable, a suppository in her vagina is the best treatment for the pain and also to prevent infection. I embed the herbs in a coating that melts so there will be some drainage. I will explain that to her when I help her with the insertion. I presume you will want me to tend to her.”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I will take care of her. No one touches her but me.”
“I see,” she said raising her eyebrows in surprise. She added in a cautious voice,
“In that case, I will give you several. She…you…should use them for the next two days.”
“Thank you, Madam Chan, for your help. One last question. How long must we wait before we engage in le coït rigoureuse?”
“A day or two at the most. Desire is the best medicine, as well as the most reliable predictor of the necessary amount of recovery time.”
On his way back to his chambers, Bai stopped in the kitchen. He instructed Francine to bring coffee and hot chocolate along with croissants and fresh fruit to his chambers in an hour.
