by C. L. Parker
Her punishment: bring her right to the edge of ecstasy without ever letting her fall off into it.
I pulled back and smirked at her, ready and willing to play her little game. Then, without taking my eyes off her face, my hand went to the inside of her thighs and I pushed her knees apart before quickly cupping her pussy in my hand. She gasped only minutely, doing her best not to show any sort of reaction. I kept watch over her as I slid my fingers between her folds, feeling them become slicker and slicker with each pass over her entrance.
“Your body betrays you, Delaine,” I told her in a low voice.
I inserted one finger inside her, slowly moving in and out. Her chest rose and fell with heavier breaths and her mouth was agape, but she met my gaze and made no sound. I took my finger out and circled her clit instead, feeling the muscles in her legs twitch as she fought to keep them under control. Two fingers dipped inside her. I curled them back and forth, masterfully manipulating her G-spot. I knew it. She knew it. But she refused to show it.
I pulled my fingers out and brought my hand to my mouth. They were glistening with her juices and I could smell her arousal. She still hadn’t averted her stare, so I knew she could see her wetness.
“You’re trying to act like you’re not affected, but you and I both know differently. And this … this is the proof.” I stuck my fingers in my mouth and closed my lips around them. She was so delicious I had to close my eyes to savor her taste. When I opened them again, her once vibrantly blue eyes had darkened and her cheeks were flushed.
She grabbed me by my ears and pulled me to her, crashing her mouth to mine. I would’ve laughed out loud at how easy it was to break her, but she was kissing me so greedily, her nipples pressing against my bare chest with each of her labored breaths, and she was writhing around, trying to ensnare my legs.
In short, my shit backfired on me, and I couldn’t play games with her anymore. I wanted her. I fucking needed her.
Without breaking the kiss, I rolled on top of her for that prime position to bring us both pleasure. Her legs opened to me eagerly and I stroked her tongue seductively with my own in thanks. I had no more settled between her legs than she was lifting her hips, grinding against my cock while moaning into my mouth.
“Slow down, baby,” I said with panting breaths as I broke the kiss and tried to ease her urgent movements. “Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel good.”
I kissed her softly as I began to shift my hips against her sweet spot. Delaine’s back arched off the bed and I wrapped my arm around her to hold her to me. Then I moved along her jaw and down her neck, finding the place where her neck met her shoulder, and sucked gently, all the while grinding slowly against her.
She was so wet, so receptive. Her hands drifted down my sides and over my ribs until she was finally cupping my ass, urging me closer. I could feel her warm breath brush over the shell of my ear, and her tiny whimpers of desperation sent shock waves straight to my dick. She buried her face in my neck, sucking and licking at the skin there. Oh, God, I just couldn’t take any more. I needed her to come, and I needed it now.
I lifted myself off her but kept contact with my hips, still moving back and forth between her slick folds. She was biting her lip so hard I thought she was going to break the skin. A look of pure concentration was etched in her features as she pulled and pushed against me with longer strokes. She was almost there.
I leaned down on one elbow and cupped the back of her thigh with one hand and hoisted her leg over my hip. Back and forth I rocked with long, thick strokes, feeling her clit rub over the head of my dick.
“Come on, kitten. Talk to me. It feels good, doesn’t it? So fucking good. Don’t you just want to lose control? Let it go, baby. Let it go.”
“Holy shit! I’m going to …” She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
I felt Delaine’s body go rigid in my arms and I knew she was feeling the bliss of the orgasm I brought her. Without hesitating, I lined myself up with her opening and pushed my cock into her, stealing her virtue with one short, swift thrust. Her back arched off the bed with a sharp intake of breath. Her mouth hung open, shocked as her eyes found mine.
I’d hoped taking her virginity in midclimax would make it easier, but I couldn’t tell if it actually had. I mean, I had mirrors. I knew how big my cock was.
“Breathe, kitten,” I whispered. “Just try to relax. It won’t hurt for very long.”
I didn’t know whom I was trying to convince, me or her, but I didn’t move, either. Even though every primal urge inside begged me to thrust into her over and over again, I didn’t. If I couldn’t get myself under control and allow her to acclimate to my size, I’d end up ripping her to shreds. Then I wouldn’t get to do this again for quite some time. Plus I’d feel like an ass for causing her more pain than necessary.
Delaine exhaled slowly as her body began to relax and sink back onto the bed. I pushed forward, further sheathing myself inside her tight little pussy. She clenched her eyes shut and bit down on her lip again. I knew I shouldn’t have given a damn about whether or not I was hurting her, but I was a man, and most men actually want the woman they have their dick buried inside to at least enjoy it. However, this was her first time, and given my size, it wasn’t likely she was going to be getting off.
I pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in slowly. I had to stop again. My legs shook with the effort not to move, sweat dripped from the tip of my nose, and I think I may have actually stopped breathing. I seriously thought I was in danger of exploding from the inside out.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight,” I moaned.
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” she asked in a challenge. “Fuck me and stop acting like a pansy. Unless, that is, you’re worried you’ll come too soon. Jesus, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the virgin here.” It was the most she’d said since greeting me when I came home. Her voice was off, betraying her exertion, but she was determined to push my buttons.
You’d think a comment like that would obliterate my erection. But it didn’t. It just made me unbearably harder, if that was possible. There was just something about her mouth and the way she challenged me that turned me on. I was a sick bastard. But I didn’t really give a fuck because she was feeding my already scorching need for her.
“Oh, you really shouldn’t have said that,” I shot back, then pulled all the way out, only to thrust back into her again.
She hissed between her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. I made short movements in and out, not really wanting to hurt her, but not caring if it felt good to her, either. She was mine, there for my pleasure, and I was going to make sure she knew I hadn’t forgotten about that.
“This is my pussy, Delaine. My fingers were the first to touch it, my mouth the first to taste it, and my cock will always be the first to fuck it. And for the rest of your life, the memory of having me this deep inside you will always be on your mind. No other man will ever compare. I have officially marked my territory. My pussy. Do you understand?”
Her nails were digging into my skin where she was holding on for dear life, and her teeth were clenched, but she still managed to eke out, “Last time I checked, it was attached to my body.”
“Wrong answer.” I thrust deep, not hard enough to hurt her, just enough to get her attention.
She gasped. “Jesus Christ!”
“I think you know that’s not my name. Try again.”
I kept moving inside her, feeling the pressure build up within me quickly. My balls were aching, begging for the release, but I couldn’t give in yet.
Her nails dug into the skin on my back and she pushed her hips upward with a growl. Her teeth were still clenched and her thighs clamped down on my hips as she met my thrusts. I had to give it to her—I was impressed. I knew she was uncomfortable, possibly even in pain, but she wasn’t giving in.
“Say … it!” I growled back at her, punctuating each word with a deep thrust.<
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Her breath caught, but she met my eyes in challenge. Another hard thrust and I heard her whimper. “It’s yours! My pussy is yours, Noah Crawford!”
That was all I needed to hear. With one more deep thrust, I came, grunting out my own orgasm. I let all of my weight fall on top of her and kissed her, groaning into her mouth as I pumped my hips sporadically until I had no more seed to give. She kissed me back hungrily, attempting to dominate the kiss, to prove a point that didn’t even need to be proven, as much as it pained me to admit it. She could keep up with me, tit for motherfucking tat. And if she could do that her very first time, I was in a whole hell of a lot of trouble.
Lanie
That hurt insanely! Do you hear me? Insanely!
It wasn’t so bad when he first pushed into me. Having been in midorgasm and caught totally unaware that he was planning to do it probably helped. I was just stunned. But I was relieved that the whole popping of the cherry thing was finally done, even though the Cooch had taken quite a beating.
It was when Noah kept stopping that I got pissed off. The longer he took to get it over with, the more uncomfortable I was going to be. Or so I thought. Because once he got going, that feeling of being completely filled was actually pretty close to the best thing I had ever felt. I had known it was going to hurt because he was inhumanly huge and all, but feeling that raw power between my thighs and taking it like a trouper made me feel like a superwoman.
And then I had to go and open my big mouth and challenge him. I guess I was a nitwit with a penchant for punishment; one of those sickos who just couldn’t admit defeat, even though I knew I was being outscrewed, as it were. Like a rookie cop on the scene of a bloodbath in progress who rushes in with their gun all half-cocked, thinking they’re going to take down career criminals.
A supercop I was not, but Double Agent Coochie was donning her cape and knee-high red leather boots like she was some kind of superhero, complete with neon blue unitard and gold belt with a flaming red C emblazoned on her chest.
I guess she missed the memo that we’d just had our asses handed to us.
Noah rolled over onto his back and pulled me into his arms until I was half lying on his chest. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.
I nodded, not really sure what to say. I didn’t want to admit that it had hurt. I didn’t want to admit that it had been a complete turn-on. I didn’t want to admit that there were parts of it that I had really and thoroughly enjoyed. So I stayed mute.
Wonder Cooch, on the other hand, was already kicked back with a cigarette, blowing smoke rings with a satisfied smile on her face.
“It’ll get better,” he said, tenderly running his hand up and down my arm, which only made me curl my leg over his thigh and snuggle into him. Like the two-faced whore that I apparently was.
I could hear his heart beating hard and fast in his chest, and my head rose and fell with his heavy breathing. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin, and without thinking, I tasted him with an openmouthed kiss. That kiss led to another, and then another until I had his nipple in my mouth.
“You probably don’t want to do that, Delaine,” he said, all breathy and sexy-like. “I have a pretty quick recovery time, and I’m sure you’re nowhere near ready for another round.”
Noah’s fingers drew lazy patterns down my spine and over my ass before retracing the trail on the way back up to my neck. His breathing was becoming normal and his heartbeat, although still prominent, was evening out.
“I need a cigarette.” He sighed and moved a little beneath me, so I backed away from him so that he could sit up on the side of the bed. He grabbed a cigarette and his lighter from the nightstand and lit it, exhaling the smoke as he turned toward me.
“You might feel better if you take a hot bath. I’ll go run some water for you.” He got up and strutted toward the bathroom.
There was something in his face that I couldn’t quite discern. Did he regret what we had done? Part of me knew that couldn’t be it, but I’d seen him in this mode before, after the gyno visit. And then it occurred to me: he might not have regretted taking my virginity, but he sure did feel responsible for my discomfort, and now he was trying to take care of me.
Now why did the bastard have to go and act all sweet like that? I don’t know about the rest of you ladies, but I found it incredibly hard to hate someone who was being nice to me.
Double Agent Coochie thought we should show our appreciation. Benedict Arnold was switching sides on me in favor of the O. And there you have it—Super Cooch was hopelessly addicted to the Wonder Peen, and they were joining forces to form the dastardly duo.
7
baby did a bad, bad thang
Lanie
I woke the next morning to find that I was lying on my back, which wasn’t how I usually slept. Something warm and heavy was on my stomach, and I cracked an eye open to investigate. Dark, tousled hair tickled my skin with each rise of his head forced by my inhalation. He was on his side, his face positioned just far enough down my body to allow his hot breath to spill across the sensitive flesh of my nether region. I closed my eyes and swallowed thickly at the sensation, feeling more like a woman than I ever had. It was a very good feeling.
Noah shifted in his sleep, and it drew my attention to the warmth of his hand on the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my center. I moaned at the dual sensation of his breath and touch and then clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound, hoping like crazy he hadn’t heard me.
Double Agent Coochie had most definitely heard me. She was waggling her brows and motioning for me to shove his head between my legs. Please go back to sleep, Slutty McSlutterson.
Noah mumbled something and turned his face into my stomach. His movement actually brought his head closer to my pussy, and I arched a brow at Coochie, wondering where she’d gotten the superpowers to actually make that happen. Shameless hussy.
He cupped my thigh and slid his hand up far enough that his fingers were resting against my slit, and I instinctively pushed my hips into him. I didn’t mean to. It just sort of happened, a reflex or something like that.
“Mmm,” Noah mumbled in his sleep. At least I was pretty sure he was still asleep.
And I’ll be damned if that sound, coupled with his proximity to my girly parts, didn’t make me all horny. I started doing some mental calculations, wondering if I could possibly get off on him while he slept, with him never being the wiser. But of course that would’ve depended greatly on how heavy a sleeper he was. And let’s face it, I wasn’t exactly experienced in that area.
But then I suddenly remembered his words from the limo: “I’m here for your pleasure just as much as you are for mine.”
So I decided to test the validity of what he had said. You know, to see if he was a man of his word and all. It was purely for experimental purposes, so don’t get all judgmental on me.
With one hand I ran my fingers through his hair, while the other brushed along his broad shoulder and down the length of his arm until I found the hand between my legs. Noah stirred a little more, snuggling into my stomach. I couldn’t see his face, which meant I also couldn’t see his eyes to know if he was awake. Regardless, I kept going.
I laced my fingers through his and lifted his hand to cup my pussy. The weight of his hand there sent shivers through my body and I was instantly wet. His palm rested over my clit, providing a delicious pressure that forced a tiny mewl from my lips. I covered his fingers with mine and manipulated them to move how I wanted them to between my wet folds. I thought I heard Noah take a sharp breath, but to be honest, with all the other sensations I was feeling at the time, I couldn’t actually be sure that it wasn’t all in my head.
Pushing his middle finger lower, it circled over my opening before I forced it inside my body along with my own. I was a little sore from the previous night, but not terribly so. In and out I worked his long finger. It wasn’t the same as when he actually had control of his own movements and touched me the way he wante
d to touch me, as only the King of the Finger Fuck could. Frustrated, I removed his finger and moved it along my wetness to tease my clit instead.
Both of our fingers were drenched in my arousal, effortlessly moving over the tight knot of nerves at the apex of my folds as I worked myself into a frenzied state. I could feel him twitching, definitely awake and wanting to move of his own accord. But he didn’t. He left me in control, and I wasn’t sure that I even really wanted it at that point. I just wanted to get off.
So I dipped two of his fingers inside me and brought them back out, hoping to entice him into taking over. When that didn’t work, I lifted his hand and brought the same fingers to his mouth, dragging them across his lips, teasing him, practically begging him to want more than the taste.
I felt his lips brush against my fingers as he drew his own into his mouth. He hummed his gratification softly, the delicious sound sending another gush of arousal from my center and down my trembling thighs. I started to pull away, but his unrelenting grip on my wrist was like a shackle. With quiet determination he then brought my soaked fingers to his wicked lips as well, repeating the action as he greedily sucked one into his mouth until my skin tingled in pleasure at the thoroughness of his tongue. After lapping up all of my juices on that one finger, he moved his attention to the other. The man had mad Hoover skills that went directly to my clit, and it pulsed in response.
“There’s more where that came from,” I whispered suggestively. Then I pulled at his hair with my free hand and nudged him forward.
“You’re actually giving me an open invitation?” His husky voice was thick with sleep.
“I’m giving you what we both want,” I said as I lifted my hips in unspoken invitation, hoping to entice him to respond.
