by Jenika Snow
I held in my groan. I wanted to be so deep in her there wasn’t any place on her body … in her body that I wasn’t claiming as mine.
I shifted and went for the button of my jeans. Once that was undone and my zipper was pulled down, I stopped. “You’re sure about this?”
She nodded instantly. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” She worked off her bottoms and panties, and I shifted on the bed to take off my jeans and briefs. Then we were both naked, my gaze roaming over her, and Maggie’s gaze locked on me.
I was frozen in place as I stared at the creamy, perfect flesh that covered her from head to toe.
I knew there was no way I could make this last, at least not on my end. I was so far gone it was taking all my self-control not to get off right now.
I looked between her legs at her pink, wet pussy. The thatch of hair she had covering her mound was trimmed, dark blonde, and I could see her engorged clit slightly protruding.
For me.
Because of me.
I lifted my gaze over her flat belly, along the indentation of her navel, and stopped when I got to her pert, handful-sized breasts.
Everything about her is perfection.
“I need you,” she said, and I groaned.
“Oh shit, baby.” I didn’t want to make her wait, and I sure as hell didn’t want to wait either. We both needed this so badly.
Christ.
“I’ll never get enough,” I admitted freely. There was no shame in how I felt, in what I desired with this girl.
“Be with me, Felix. Love me.”
My throat tightened, my emotions threatening to spill over.
“I need to go slow and easy, make love to you—”
“I want you to lose control. I need you to be authentic, to not try and restrain yourself.” She breathed hard and fast. “Because right now that’s how I feel, Felix.”
Well shit, I could have fallen to my knees right then at her admission. I wanted this moment to be special and so damn memorable, but I was so far gone for her. Never in my life had I felt like losing control, had I felt like I couldn’t handle what was about to happen.
But with Maggie all I could think about was unleashing the passion I’d had for her for all these years in the most physical of senses.
And thank God she was right there with me.
Chapter 8
Maggie
“You’re so beautiful,” Felix said to me, his voice deep, slightly gruff.
I looked at his body, all hard muscles, golden flesh, and tattoos that made me weak in the knees.
I could have said the same thing to him, but I felt silly calling him beautiful. He was more than that. He was rough around the edges, yet smooth enough he could have been called a pretty boy. He was in shape without obsessively trying to be.
And what he sported down below …
I swallowed hard, this sudden lump in my throat. His dick was huge, long and thick, the crown slightly wider than the shaft.
“You’re staring at me like you can’t get enough,” he said, his voice even more guttural than just a few seconds ago.
“I don’t think I ever will,” I admitted honestly.
“Shit, baby.”
My heart raced in my chest. Then he grabbed his cock, his hand large but not dwarfing in the slightest what was between his thighs.
Every part of me felt hot, then cold, this wave of emotions and sensations crashing through me. And the way he looked at me … like he couldn’t get enough, like he’d never get enough, had a flush stealing over me.
I couldn’t think straight, but then again I didn’t need to do anything but feel right now.
We were going to do this, really going to finally be with each other, and I knew this would forever change me. This would forever change our relationship.
“I want you so bad.” Felix let go of his huge erection and moved closer to me. I smelled his rich, intoxicating scent, and I let it roll over me.
“I think we’ve waited long enough.” Yeah, I said it, meant it. I was so ready for this. I lifted my hands and ran them up his arms, feeling his muscles under the inked-up skin bunch. “I’ve never been ready for anything more than I am with you.” I was wet, so soaked it felt slippery between my thighs.
And it was all because of Felix.
It was all for him.
He made this low sound deep in his chest, part man, part feral animal. Our breathing increased, and I knew without a doubt this would rock me to my core.
In only the best of ways.
Then he was on me, his big body covering mine, his hands on my chest, his mouth on mine. He kissed me for long seconds, plunging his tongue in and out of my mouth, claiming me, making me his in all ways. My legs were spread wide for him, and I felt his cock right on my pussy. He was hot and hard.
“Oh yeah, Maggie,” he groaned against my mouth. “I can feel how wet you are for me.” He licked my bottom lip, and I couldn’t hold in the groan that spilled from me.
He moved his lips over my jaw and started sucking at my pulse point right below my ear, running his tongue along my flesh, gently biting me until goose bumps formed on my entire body. Felix shifted, and his cock slid between my folds. I felt him tense, and we both gasped.
“You’re burning up for me.”
“I am,” I said honestly. “I need you.”
He started pressing his erection against my pussy for long seconds while he went back to work with his mouth on mine.
“I want to make you feel good.” His voice was so husky and deep.
“You already are.” I wasn’t going to lie.
“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” he asked right by my mouth, his lips barely touching mine, his breath warm and spicy like cinnamon.
I was beyond turned on I couldn’t even think straight, let alone answer. But I found myself nodding, this involuntary sound leaving me after the fact.
My hands were shaking, but I felt bold, infused with his passion as well as mine. I felt sweat start to form at my temples and the valley between my breasts.
Felix lowered his gaze to my breasts, and I wondered if he took notice at how hard I was breathing, if he could hear it.
“You’re sweating.” He still stared at my chest, and I lowered mine to see what he was staring at. Beads of sweat were already formed, and before I could say anything or even move, Felix was speaking again.
“I want to lick them off, Maggie.” He looked at me then. “Would you let me do that, baby?” He leaned forward slightly, his upper body pressing me farther back on the bed. “Would you like to feel my tongue on you, lapping up that salty water, the evidence of how worked up you are for me?”
A shiver worked its way through my entire body. Who knew hearing Felix say he wanted to lick at my flesh, gathering the sweat from my body, could be such a turn-on?
I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat.
I nodded, telling him without words what I wanted.
His gaze was locked with mine. Then I felt his tongue on me. I closed my eyes and fell fully back on the bed. I gathered the sheets in my hands, pulled at them, feeling everything in me come alive even more. Felix licked a path between my breasts, his breathing harsh, the noises coming from him guttural.
“Even your sweat tastes sweet, baby.”
I opened my mouth and sucked in air, feeling light-headed. But he didn’t stop there. He continued to lick my flesh, the arch of my neck, the curve of my breasts, and lower still. He ran his tongue over my belly, dipped it into my belly button, and gripped my waist with his big hands, holding me down, making me take this erotic abuse.
But I wanted more. I wanted so much more.
And when I felt his mouth right over my pussy, his hot breath coming in hard, fast pants, I curled my toes. I could have gotten off right then and there, but I was exerting a lot of control right now.
“Do you want my mouth on you, Maggie baby?”
I felt the vibra
tions of his voice right on my clit.
“Yes, Felix.” I reached up and tangled my hands in his hair. He was licking at my slit, dragging his tongue right up my center, then latching his mouth over my clit. I cried out as the orgasm that rocked through me stole every ounce of my sanity. I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. I pulled at his hair, keeping him against me, needing his mouth right there.
Even as my orgasm rocked through me, he moved his mouth down my cleft to my opening. There he plunged his tongue in, spreading my pussy lips with his thumbs, and fucked me with his lips and tongue.
“I’ll never get enough. Never.” He moved back up my body, wrapped his hand loosely around my throat, and kissed me hard and possessively. I tasted myself on him, a sweet, musky flavor that had my heat renewing, had me wanting him right here and now.
At this rate I didn’t think I’d be able to walk straight tomorrow, but what a thing to look forward to.
Chapter 9
Felix
I’ll make the world kneel at your feet.
I wasn’t even inside of her yet, and already I was trying not to get off. My balls were drawn up to my body, and I was having one hell of a time keeping myself in control.
“I could come right now, Maggie,” I said honestly. I wanted this to last so badly. I wanted to feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me because she wanted my cum filling her up. She made the hottest sound.
It was one of need … of wanting me.
“I’m ready for you, Felix. I need you.”
I couldn’t stop from moaning at those words. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, wanting to mouth fuck her desperately. I was tense, my muscles straining under my skin. My cock was so hard, and I felt pre-cum at the tip. Looking down at her face showed me she was right there at the edge. Her cheeks were this gorgeous pink color, and her pupils were dilated. And her lips … fuck, her lips were red and swollen from my kisses.
I wanted her to know she was all mine.
Hell, I wanted everyone to know, and to realize what we had was set in stone.
“I’m not ashamed to admit I’m possessive of you, Maggie,” I said as I looked in her eyes. “In fact, I’m proud of that fact. I love knowing that I’d go to the ends of hell if it meant I could keep you forever.”
She started breathing harder, and I slid my hand between us and ran my finger along her slit. “Because as barbaric as it seems, I own you like you own me.” I grabbed my cock, aligned it with her pussy hole, and stilled.
Her pussy was hot and soaking for me.
“Even though you’re not in me yet,” she said breathlessly, “you feel so good.”
I groaned at hearing her words.
I plunged my tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to take it all.
I was done waiting.
I needed my cock in her pussy now.
“Maggie, baby,” I groaned against her mouth, my hips having a mind of their own and wanting to plunge forward, burying my cock inside of her tight, virgin heat. “Baby, I need to be inside of you.” She ran her tongue along my lip, and my whole body shivered in response. “Spread wide for me.”
“You want me wide?” She was tempting me.
“So fucking wide for me, baby.”
She let out a sweet gust of air, and I knew she was losing control.
With the tip of my cock at her entrance, I didn’t want to wait anymore.
“Stop thinking about it and just do it.” She arched, pressing her breasts against my chest.
I shoved my hips forward, thrusting my cock deep into her. She cried out in pain, and I cursed myself for not having control and going slow.
“No, I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
Her pussy was so tight, so wet. She was so hot, so primed for me, I almost came right then.
“Felix,” she groaned out, her head thrown back, her lips parted.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you too much?”
She shook her head, her eyes still closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “No. I’m fine. Just don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop, because you’re mine.” I was fully inside her now, my balls pressed right up against her ass, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Hold me, dig your nails in me, make me hurt, too.”
And she did just that.
I hissed out, loving the sting of pain.
“I need you to move. I need you to make love to me, to fuck me.”
“Damn, baby girl. You can’t say that to me or I’ll come right now.” I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently. My pleasure built. The need to stay calm, to make sure this was good for her, was hard to grasp.
I hunched my shoulders forward, lowered my head, and claimed her mouth as I thrust in and out of her.
My dick was so damn hard it ached.
“Does it freak you out to know I want to fill you with my seed? Does it scare you that I want to make you smell like me, be marked by me?” I thrust especially hard in her. She gasped and held on tighter, digging her nails in deeper.
“No.” She stared in my eyes. “It turns me on.”
“Shit, you feel so good.” The feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock, and of her wanting this so damn badly, made me higher than a kite.
“God, Felix,” she breathed out.
“Just me, baby.”
“That’s all I want.”
“I want to be so deep inside of you nothing else matters but the two of us.”
“Nothing else does matter, Felix.”
I smiled at her. She was so right about that.
Chapter 10
Maggie
There was pain.
But the pleasure overrode anything else.
“Stay right here with me, baby,” Felix said in a deep voice, the strain on his face clear, the pleasure surrounding him.
“I’m right here.”
He thrust in slow and easy, and I swore he was holding his breath.
Heat started to build inside of me, that discomfort still there but not as powerful as it had initially been.
He was big and thick, hitting parts of me that had my toes curling and my heart racing.
“You feel so good.” He closed his eyes and groaned softly, and that sound had my pulse beating right in my clit. “Touch me, Maggie,” he said and opened his eyes. “Grip on to me as I make love to you.” He leaned closer to my mouth. “As I fuck you.”
A shiver worked through me.
I had my hands on his biceps, my nails in his flesh. I wanted him as close as he could get. He started pulling out of me; then right when the tip was lodged in my body, he pushed back in, slow and easy, gentle and sweet.
“You don’t have to be so gentle, Felix.” He stilled, and I knew I’d shocked him. He’d thrust in deeply, had a few hard plunges in me, but I felt like he was holding back. I knew he was trying to sweet with me. “But slow and easy is good, too.” I smiled. “I just want you to be with me the way you want.”
He buried his face in the crook of my neck again, and I wrapped my arms around him. “You have me, all of me, until the end of time.”
He started moving at a steady pace then, and as the seconds moved by and the intensity of my pleasure rose, I just let myself feel.
A spark of pleasure slammed into me, and I couldn’t hold in my moan.
“That good, baby?” he asked against my ear, his voice breathless.
“So good, Felix.”
He thrust in and out of me slowly and turned his head so he could press his mouth on mine.
This feeling of being filled, stretched, and consumed was so monumental my eyes roll back in my head.
He was hard where I was soft.
He was masculinity where I was femininity.
My inner muscles clenched around him, and he pushed in deep and hard.
He felt so good on me … in me.
Felix retreated an inch. The bulbous head of his cock was poised at my entrance. While holding my gaze with his, he thrust in deep and hard o
nce more. I shifted up on the bed, crying out in the process. He was almost all the way out again, then pushed back into me.
Over and over he did this, faster and a little harder with each movement.
I went to close my eyes, but this noise from the back of his throat stopped me.
“Watch me. Look into my eyes as I take you, Maggie.” He leaned in and kissed me again. “I love you so much.” He kissed me again and again. “You’re my life.”
He sank back into me. Felix rose up, braced his hands by my head, his forearms straight, and looked down the length of our bodies. He watched as he plunged his cock into my pussy. I swore I heard this growl leave him.
“It’s so damn hot watching my cock go into you.” His head was still downcast, but he lifted just his eyes to look at me. “And seeing that cherry blood all over my cock…” He shivered. “It’s the hottest thing, Maggie.” He went back to watching what was happening between out bodies … of where he was buried.
He did this for long, pleasurable moments. But then he made this low sound in the back of his throat, gripped my waist, and flipped me over. He covered my back with his chest. It was only a second before I felt him reach between us and place his dick right back in my pussy.
With my head to the side, his body pressed to mine, and the feeling of his hips moving back and forth against me, I felt myself start to rise to the surface of another orgasm.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re so hot and wet, and so slick for me.” He started pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder. “You’re mine.” He moved my hair away from my face and licked the shell of my ear.
The scent of sex and sweat filled the room. The sounds of our heavy breathing surrounded us. The passion between us was intense, so tangible I felt it lick at my skin like a thousand hands touching me.
The sound of his cock in me, of him fucking me, consumed every part of my being. It was this erotic, auditory pleasure-filled sensation. He only kept me on my belly for a few moments before he flipped me on my back again. I liked the way he was taking control, moving me around the way he wanted me to be.
