Cherry (A Taboo Short)

by Jenika Snow

  The tip of his cock bumped against my clit, and I took a deep breath to ready myself for what was about to happen. It didn’t happen straight away. He caressed over my clit using his dick to do it.

  “Relax, Sasha,” he said, stroking up to cup my tits. He played with my nipples, teasing the hard buds.

  “Please, just fuck me,” I said. I couldn’t handle the wait much longer, and he was prolonging the sweet agony. I wanted to get fucked, and he was only teasing me. My body was on fire, and I was tired of waiting.

  “Be careful what you ask for,” he said, leaning over me to whisper the words against my ear.

  He aligned the tip of his cock against my entrance, and before I could even tense up, his hands tightened on my hips, and he slammed deep inside me, breaking through the cherished cherry, and claiming my cunt as his.

  I cried out as he tore through my virginity, the pain shocking me at how intense it actually was.

  “Fuck!”

  I buried my face against the bed, holding onto the sheet for dear life. My pussy was so damn sore and stretched. Once he was at the hilt inside me, he gave me the grace to pause so that I could become accustomed to the feel of him inside me.

  His cock pulsed. Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus on my breathing.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked.

  “Yes, it does.” I’d been honest to this point, why lie now?

  Nothing was going to stop him from taking what he wanted.

  I was what he wanted.

  I couldn’t help but be aroused either.

  Felix was a sexy, handsome, domineering man. I was really lucky with the man who had bought me.

  He stroked my back, soothing out the tight muscles. Opening my eyes, I turned my head so that I could look at him behind me. His gaze was on me, and not where his cock was seated inside my body.

  Felix didn’t say anything at first. He kept stroking my back, moving up and down, calming me down. The pain started to ebb away, and it was no longer painful, and for some strange reason, I didn’t want this to stop. I liked his tenderness and the way he touched me.

  There was something sweet and tender to his caresses.

  Unable to stop my reaction, I tightened my pussy around him, and licked my lips. “I’m ready.”

  “Are you ready for all of me?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “You didn’t cry.”

  “I wasn’t holding onto my virginity for any important reason.”

  “You’re a beautiful woman. There had to have been offers.”

  “There were, but I wasn’t just going to sleep with some guy because he said some nice things, because I was tired of being a virgin, of not having anyone.”

  He slapped my ass, causing me to yelp. Before I knew what was happening, he pulled out of me, flipped me over, and slid back inside. He captured my hands, pinning them above my head.

  Felix pulled out of my pussy until only the tip remained and then slammed back inside me. “Don’t underestimate the power you have, Sasha. I don’t know your circumstances, but if you weren’t willing to part with your body for some kind words, I bet your situation was dire to make you sell it to a stranger.”

  He was absolutely right.

  Chapter Seven

  Felix

  I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted another woman, and as I looked at her, I knew this one night wouldn’t be enough. I could have said it was the heat of the moment, the tension, and the arousal, but there was something else. I’d felt it when I saw her on that stage, knew I needed her, wanted to possess every part of her. Just thinking of another man touching Sasha made this tightness in my gut intensify.

  I focused on her, on what I was doing to her, how I was claiming her.

  “Beg me to fuck you harder.”

  She licked her lips, and I watched the act of her dragging her tongue along the swell of her bottom, plump lip. It was slow and sensual, and made me harder.

  “Fuck me harder,” she whispered.

  Fucking hell. She was going to have me come before I was ready to be finished. I moved my hand up the valley between her breasts, wrapped my fingers around her throat loosely, and then started to fuck her like she’d asked, like I wanted to.

  She was so fucking hot, so damn ready for me that her pussy kept clenching around my dick, as if drawing out my cum, needing it inside of her. A guttural groan left me at the feel, and I gently tightened my hold on her neck, needing this control, to see on her face she needed it, as well. I wanted her to be on the brink of orgasm, gasping for breath, right before she exploded in euphoria. I retreated and then pushed back into her, harder and faster each time. She stared up at me, her mouth parted, her eyes wide and glossy, and beads of sweat starting to form on her forehead.

  I smacked her tit with my hand, watched the globe shake, saw the flesh become red, and then heard her moan. She closed her eyes and thrust her breasts out for me. I loved her virginal masochistic need, and I couldn’t control myself any longer. Her face turned red and she gasped for breath, but I made sure to control the pressure so she could get the maximum exposure of the dark orgasm I wanted her to have. She didn’t try and remove my hand from her throat, and in fact, begged me to fuck her harder still.

  The strangled sound that came from her when I slammed into her especially hard had me lowering my chest to hers and taking hold of her jaw. I tilted her head to the side, probed her mouth with my tongue, and deepened the kiss until there was no question that she was mine.

  I couldn’t stop myself from pulling out until just the tip of my dick was inside of her, and then I pushed back in. I did this over and over again, not picking up my speed, but making sure to completely fill her every time I slammed back into her. Sweat now covered my back as I kept up a steady rhythm. I broke the kiss, and started biting the side of her neck, needing to give her that little bit of pain that would really have her soaring. Keeping her head to the side with my hand on her jaw, I dragged my tongue up and down her sweet skin, and then followed the path with my teeth.

  She was so stretched for me, so fucking responsive. I loved the fact she drug her nails down my back, giving me a little bit of pain, too. I pulled back just enough to watch her tits bounce and jiggle from the force with which I was taking her. Her breath came out of her in small pants, a flush stealing over her body.

  She moved up the bed an inch, and I braced a hand on her shoulder, pulled her down and on my dick even more, and gritted my teeth when our pelvises pressed together hard, painfully even. I was close, too, but I wasn’t about to let go that easily. I wanted her to come, now. “Let go, Sasha. Come for me.” I pumped harder into her, and held her throat a little more tightly. Her eyes were so wide, her moans filling my head.

  “Yes,” she moaned out softly. And then she came, gasping for air, her face turning red. I removed my hand from her throat, and watched the way she clenched at the sheets and cried out from the intensity of her climax. I was so close to getting off, I could feel it encompass every part of me. But I wanted her to come again, right along with me.

  “Come one more time, baby.”

  And just like that, I felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically along my shaft and knew she’d obeyed me right away, as if she couldn’t even control herself with me. My balls drew up tight, and I came hard for long haze-filled seconds. I finally pulled out of her pussy, and stared between her thighs, loving the redness, the fact she was so swollen because of what I’d done. Collapsing on the bed beside her, I stared at the ceiling, felt this strange, yet comforting sensation fill me, and knew that I needed more of her. I wanted her for myself.

  “What now?” she said after a few moments of the silence moving between them.

  I didn’t know, but what I did know was that I didn’t want this to be our only night. I didn’t want to just walk away from Sasha, and that might very well be my downfall.

  Chapter Eight

  Sasha

  One year later

  I entered the luxury
apartment that I had been staying in for the past year. Placing my keys in the little tray, I’m about to remove my jacket when his voice stopped me.

  “Where have you been?” Felix asked.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the man that not only bought my cherry, but the one who had kept me. staring at me. He was completely naked. His cock stiff as he ran his hand up and down the length, teasing me. My pussy grew slick at the sight, and I couldn’t help but twirl the diamond ring that claimed me as his.

  “I went to the library. I had some books I wanted to return.”

  “You didn’t answer your cell when I called. What have I told you about doing that? I like to know where my wife is at all times.”

  And there was the thrill I always got whenever he said those two words. I was his wife. Felix hadn’t been able to let me go the day after we were together, and I hadn’t wanted to leave him. He’d taken my cherry, my ass, my mouth, and then he’d taken my heart. Felix then proceeded to spend the next six months showing me the kind of man he believed I deserved.

  I loved him with my entire heart.

  “I can see that you’re turned on right now. You want me to fuck you, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes.” I loved it when he talked dirty to me.

  “Take your clothes off. I want to see my wife exactly how she deserves to be.”

  Unable to contain my excitement, I stripped with a speed that surprised me, making sure I took my time to reveal my small baby bump. That’s right; not only am I a happily married woman, but I’m a happily married pregnant woman.

  “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me,” he said. He opened his thighs wide, and I watched him work the tip of his cock. “Come and get it before it’s gone, baby.”

  I’d become addicted to his cock. Fuck, I loved this man. I loved the fact he spent a fortune on me to claim my virginity. I loved that he wouldn’t let me go, and I loved that I was carrying his child.

  There was so much that I loved about him everything else faded away, meaning nothing.

  Crawling toward him, I gripped his thighs, and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, moaning as I savored the taste.

  “Fuck, baby, that’s right, you know who you belong to. I fucking love you, babe.”

  Those words were why I loved coming home, and it would never stop.

  Felix

  Later that night, I held my woman in my arms, stroking her stomach. It was only slightly rounded, but the doctors said she was doing okay. This was our first kid, and when she was well, I was going to give her a second, and then a third. I never wanted Sasha to find a reason to want to leave.

  I loved her with all my heart, and it went far beyond the claiming of her fucking hymen. She’s smart, sexy, and she makes me laugh. I’ve never had a woman before Sasha who has made me laugh, and I mean fall all over myself and laugh. This woman owns me, and I’m so damn happy that she looked past the fact I was present at the purchasing of women, women who had chosen to be auctioned.

  If I hadn’t done it, I’d have never found the woman I love, my true soul mate, and the reason I get up every morning. I’ve never done it since.

  “You’re thinking so loud,” she said, surprising me.

  “I love you.”

  “I know, and I love you.” She rolled over, cupping my cheek. “You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I wouldn’t let you get away from me.”

  Sasha chuckled. “What are we going to tell our kids?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “How we met, and how we got here. What should we tell them?” She leaned up on her hand.

  I stroked around her nipple, watching it pucker. Her body was always so responsive to me, so ready to give me what I wanted, and I loved it.

  There’s a lot of love between us.

  “The truth.”

  “The truth? You want us to tell our kids that you bought my virginity?” Sasha laughed. “Find something else.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know. Something romantic.”

  “What’s not romantic about our meeting?”

  “You bought my hymen, Felix.”

  “That’s one way to look at it,” I said.

  “It’s the only way to look at it.”

  I shrugged. “How about you look at it that out of a room full of women, I found the one angel I wanted, and I picked her. I made sure no other man got the chance to be with her, and at the end of the night, she came home with me.”

  Sasha’s eyes grew wet with tears, and her lip quivered. “Damn, that is romantic.”

  “I may have bought you for your virginity, Sasha, but I married you because I fucking love you, and that’s never going to change. Not today, not tomorrow, nor in fifty years from now.” I cupped her cheek and wiped away her tears. “You’re perfection, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I don’t need anything else in my life.”

  “Wow, your mouth should be illegal,” she said.

  “I can give you killer orgasms with it.” I waggled my tongue, to which she chuckled.

  “You can do that, but you also know how to make a woman feel like she’s the only one in the world.”

  Staring into her eyes, I let Sasha know that in no uncertain terms, as far as I was concerned, she was the only woman in the world for me.

  Coming Soon

  I knew it was wrong for me to want her, but I didn’t give a fuck. She’d be mine.

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