“Katie…” How was I going to ask this without sounding judgmental? “Are you a virgin?”
“No, I’m not a virgin.” I didn’t think she was, but there was something going on.
“I’m not as experienced as you are, and I don't want to disappoint you.”
Was that all she was worried about? If I was right about her lack of experience, she might be afraid that I would ask more of her than she was willing to give.
“Are you afraid I might hurt you?”
She shook her head fiercely.
“What do you want, kitten?” I knew my voice was low and deliberately seductive. I wanted her to know she was safe with me—that I would not do anything she did not want.
“I want to know if you really wear a size fourteen, Mr. Walsh.”
She pushed me back onto the bed and put her lips against my chest. God, she felt good on my nipples. She wasn't acting inexperienced. She wasn't behaving like a little kitten, either. She was growing claws, and she was not afraid to use them. I let out a groan of pleasure.
I helped her in removing my jeans, and I lay back while she removed my boxers. At least she now knew the answer to the age-old question, boxers or briefs? What did she have on under those painted-on jeans? Did her underwear match her lacy bra? Did she wear provocative undergarments in the hopes that someone might take her home and take them off her?
My cock sprang forward and came to life the minute it was set free of its prison.
Fuck, I knew that look. She wouldn’t be the first woman to bolt the minute they saw the monster out of its cage. That was why I always asked for the same girls. They knew what to expect.
I remembered a newbie practically in tears thinking I was going to force myself down her throat. I frowned. I would never force a woman.
I sat up and lifted her onto my lap, her jeans rubbing against the hardness of my cock. If a dry hump was all she could commit to, I would be okay with that. Hell, I had been okay with ending it with the dry hump at the door.
I took my finger and placed it under her chin, raising her eyes to meet mine. They were glistening. She was upset—afraid. I couldn't leave her thinking there was anything wrong in saying no. And not just with me. She needed to know she had the right to say no to anyone.
“It’s okay to change your mind, kitten. We won't do anything you don't want to.” I wrapped my arms around her and brought her to my chest. Then I laughed. “You think you’re the first to turn me down after getting a look at me?”
She splayed her palms across my chest and pushed herself up to face me. “You should have tried those shoes on. You’re going to have blisters tomorrow. You need at least a fourteen and a half.”
I couldn't help but laugh. Here I was, naked in the choir girl's bedroom, and I was going to have to take care of myself. Like I told her, it wouldn't be the first time, and all she could think about was the size of my feet.
“It’s not that I don't want to.” Her hands were soft and warm on my chest. “Believe me, I want to. It might take me some time to get there.”
“Don't worry, kitten. If you want, I can get you there.” I had no doubt that if she wanted me to take her there, I would gladly take my time doing it.
“First, we need to get rid of these.” I lifted her off my lap and dropped her onto the bed where I peeled off her painted-on jeans. She was wearing a lacy thong that matched her bra. God, she was beautiful. Her skin was creamy white, and I couldn't wait to run my fingers across her taut stomach.
I was anxious to get my hand between her thighs and feel just how soft she really was. I wanted to taste her, tease her. Hell, I wanted to devour her.
I slid her thong off and tossed it across the room. I pulled her forward to the edge of the bed and gently parted her legs. I hovered over her, staring down at her. Her soft strawberry blonde curls surrounded her beautiful, makeup-free face, and her emerald eyes were sparkling—this time with desire, not with fear or shame.
I took my time tantalizing her. I kissed her forehead, worked my lips down her neck, and traced the lines of her collarbone with my tongue. She tasted like honey, and I growled softly. I was pleased it made her blush.
I traced my fingers down her perfect breasts to the apex of her womanhood. Her clit was already swollen from the friction of her jeans. I slid my fingers across her folds and discovered that she was still wet from our previous session. I was going to enjoy preparing my little kitten for what was to come.
I rotated the pad of my thumb in a circular motion around her clit and listened to her purr. It was the most erotic sound I had ever heard. She was quiet, and that was something new to me. I had grown accustomed to the loud wailing and moaning of my call girls as they tried to convince me they were enjoying themselves.
It wasn't about the theatrics with Katie. Her arousal was real; there was no pretence. I knew many call girls faked their orgasms. It was their job to please me, after all.
My little kitten probably didn't know how to fake an orgasm. I was experienced enough to know the signs. She glowed bright as a beacon. I would make her come one more time before I attempted to penetrate her with the monster.
I slid my index finger inside her opening and rotated it in small circular motions. When I was sure she was ready, I added a second finger and began to thrust in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed as she joined me, bucking her hips in time with my rhythm.
She might not be a virgin, but she was as tight as one. It was going to take me longer to get her where I needed her to be. I didn't mind. Hell, I was looking forward to it. In many ways, this experience would be a first for me.
I wanted to take my time because I knew tomorrow when she found out who I was and why I was here, she would never let me through her door ever again. Most definitely not for coffee. So, this night I would take my time and devour every inch of her.
I was watching her face, looking for that glazed-over look and the flushing of her skin—indicators that she was close. When her purrs turned into small whimpers, I rammed a third finger deeper and pushed her over the edge. I could feel her walls pulsing, and my fingers were wet and sticky.
I knew I should let her cool down before setting her off again. If I were the gentleman I claimed to be, I would, but my desire to taste her overtook any sense of chivalry. I withdrew my fingers and plunged my tongue deep within her pussy.
“Oh, God!” she screamed and writhed beneath me. Perhaps there was something to be said for theatrics.
I wished I could have seen the look on her face the second she realized I was not going to let her recover before assaulting her senses with my tongue buried deep inside her pussy while I thumbed her clit.
She wasn't the only one whose senses were being assaulted. She tasted of milk and honey, and if I didn't pull out soon, her orgasms were going to make me lose my load. I pulled my tongue out, and she let out a soft sigh of relief.
I quickly claimed her mouth, her eyes widening as she tasted her juices on my tongue and lips. I loved her mouth—how it felt, how it tasted. I needed to come up for air. I needed her to take a breath. I removed my mouth and cupped her face.
“Have you never tasted how sweet you are, kitten?”
Katie shook her head, and it aroused me to know this was another first I had given her. I lay above her watching for her eyes to regain their focus. Fuck, she was innocent looking. Then it hit me.
With the most sheepish of grins, I leaned into her ear and growled, “Was this your first orgasm, kitten?” I hoped it was. I was revelling in being her first. I might not be her first sexual encounter, but I was confident I was her first real lover.
“No,” she replied, and my heart sank. “In the bar, when you kissed my hand, that was my first. My second was on the back of your bike. And let’s not forget against my door. This one, what was that… my fourth or my fifth?”
The seductiveness of her kitten-soft voice drove me mad. I wanted her, and I wanted her now. I slipped my hand into her moist center
. She was so wet, but her orgasms didn't relax her. If anything, they’d made her more tense.
I reached above her head and fluffed the pillow. I lifted her and placed her comfortably on the bed. I moved to the end of the bed and took her foot and began massaging it. She pulled it back, giggling.
“My little kitten is ticklish, is she?” This was going to be more enjoyable than I had anticipated. I worked my way to her calves, first the right and then the left. I followed the soft skin of her legs to her thighs, barely brushing against her pussy. She tensed and gasped.
“I need you to relax, kitten.”
I could feel she was still wet, and once I got her to relax, I would teach her what it was like to be made love to. I couldn't imagine what kind of brute she'd had sex with that couldn't give her an orgasm.
My little kitten was going to be so brain fucked, she wouldn’t be able to string two words together. When I was done pleasuring her, I would fuck her again for my own pleasure. I could feel her body melting into the mattress. I made my way below and primed her pussy with my fingers. Her walls were no longer pulsing, and she was relaxed and pliable.
She was wet and relaxed, but she was still tight. I was glad I used lubricated condoms. It would help reduce the friction when I penetrated her tight opening. I reached for my jeans to pull out my wallet.
“Fuck,” I bellowed and then dropped my jeans on the floor.
Katie sat up. “Aaron, what's wrong?” There was panic in her voice.
I stared up at her sheepishly. “I left my wallet with my bike,” I groaned.
Katie’s eyes widened. “Your wallet…” I could tell she knew what I was saying.
I attempted to pull away from her. She wrapped her legs around my torso. “You're not getting off that easy,” she teased.
Was she seriously going to let me fuck her without a condom? Did she not understand the risk? Even if she was on birth control, there were other factors.
Was one night with my kitten worth being reckless?
Chapter 8
Katie
He was right. I needed to relax, although it was a little difficult after what he’d put my body though. An explosion of white light clouded my brain. I was conscious only of a glowing aura around him, accentuating his angelic face. What he did to me was pure heaven—and sinful as hell. I screamed to God, but I should have been cursing Lucifer himself.
I was losing myself in the massage until he brushed the overly sensitive, very private part of my body. It made me aware of how aroused I remained. It also set off a wanting in me, and I had no idea how to control it.
I wanted to relax. I wanted him to touch me, but most of all, I wanted him to fuck my brains out. I’d read about being fucked like that, but I’d never believed it was really true. I wanted him to make a believer out of me. I let myself sink into the soft mattress as his masterful hands worked their magic. How did he have such self-control? I was about ready to pull my hair out.
He reached for his jeans.
If he was fumbling with his jeans, he was looking for a condom. He was ready, and he believed me to be ready. He had no idea how ready I wanted to be.
“Fuck.” I heard the frustration in his curse.
“Aaron, what's wrong?” Why was he stopping? Was I too inexperienced that he was afraid he would hurt me? Could it hurt more than leaving me never knowing? I wanted him, all of him.
“I left my wallet with my bike.” I could smell the lust coming off him. He wanted me too, but he wasn't willing to compromise me for it.
“Your wallet…” I acknowledged.
No one wants to think about their brother during sex, but at this moment I hoped to God Liam was a size fourteen. Aaron wasn't going to get away with bringing me this close and not following through.
“You’re not getting off that easy,” I teased him as I wrapped my legs around his torso. Was that confusion or concern I saw in his eyes? Better find out just what size shoes Liam really wears.
I unhooked my legs, reached to the side table, pulled the drawer open, and told him, “Don't ask, just pick one.”
He looked inside the table and his amber eyes glowed with a predatory lusty glare. He found what he needed. I heard the tear of the foil wrapper. Hell, I should just ask Aaron to give Liam the shoes as a thank you.
I instinctively raised my knees and let my thighs fall to the mattress. I may never had been speared with what was to come, but I knew if I wanted to give him access, I was going to have to give him room.
I watched as he slowly prowled toward me and settled between my legs. My heart was beating like a jackrabbit. It was too fast—I needed to breathe and relax. I let my body melt into the mattress, remembering how the massage he gave me made me feel.
I squealed as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He was probing me, rubbing up and down, trying to find his way in.
“I’m going to go slow, kitten, to give your body time to adjust.” He was concerned about my welfare. He wasn't just looking for a quick fuck. He wanted me to enjoy it with him.
I felt the first breach. Good God, he was stretching me. I could feel it. It didn't hurt exactly. It felt strange, like a hot rod being forced into my body. He was right. My body was reacting—in a positive way. It was making way for the obstruction finding its way to the center of my core.
“Are you okay, kitten?” I loved the way his voice came off as a low growl when he called me that.
“Yes.” I wasn't lying. I was okay. I was unsure of how much more I could take, but I wanted to find out.
He slowly withdrew from me.
I ached more from the emptiness than from the pleasurable pain of his cock penetrating me.
He began his re-entry, and this time my body was ready. He took me a little deeper, and I found myself lifting my hips, searching for more.
“Patience, kitten.” I felt like a scolded child. I wanted him—all of him. Now. Why was he making me wait?
I knew why when he went deeper and I gasped. He continued to prepare me, little by little. It seemed to take forever, yet each time he pulled out, he never completely lost the connection.
I opened my eyes. I wanted to see my Adonis. I wanted to feast on his muscular arms, his tight abs, and lean torso. His angelic face looked pained. How much restraint was it taking for him to be gentle with me? A man like Aaron was probably used to a woman who didn't need pampering—didn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. A woman who wasn't a kitten.
As I concentrated on his face, my body was concentrating on him. I gasped as his balls slapped against my ass. I had done it. I had taken him all in. I deeply inhaled and let it out slowly. I let him continue to lead me through the pleasurable pain. How was it possible to feel both at the same time? To want both at the same time?
As I conformed around his enormous cock, he began the familiar rhythm I understood as the act of sex. As he slowly pumped in and out, the pain on his face subsided and the intensity of his thrusts increased.
I had never felt so full. The friction on the walls of my cavern had every nerve ending jolting with electricity. I wanted more… I wanted him deeper. I lifted my hips and tipped my pelvis, allowing him further access. I was going over the edge, and I wanted to take him with me.
I pushed and gyrated beneath him. I wanted to scream in pleasure, but no sound would escape my throat. What came out was nothing more than a purr, like a kitten. I smiled knowing this was what excited him. This was my tell, his way of knowing I was coming.
This time, I was not closing my eyes during sex. I wanted all of it—the sight, the sound, the sensation. I wanted to see his face when he climaxed. Would it look pained like when he was holding back, angelic like he looked right now, or would I see the big bad wolf I knew he was?
His stamina was incredible. I lost track of how long he had been hammering into me, yet I knew I wanted more. I was close to the edge of exploding but did not want to go over yet. The pleasure he was providing was addictive. It was a drug, and I was quickly
becoming addicted.
He was so large that his shaft rubbed against my clit with every movement. It intensified to the point I thought I was going to lose consciousness. I had to stay. I didn't want to fall—not without taking him with me.
“I’m going to come, kitten. Do you want me to take you with me?”
“Yes, please.” I panted holding on to him. He thrust a few more times and pinched my clit. That was all it took for me let go and let him take over screaming his name. He followed with a few curse words of his own.
“What the hell was that?” Did I actually lose consciousness? My orgasm was powerful, indescribable, and fucking unbelievable. I got my wish. He literally fucked my brains out.
How long did it take for me to recover? How long was I out of it? It couldn't have been that long. When I was finally coherent, he was still hovering over my body, gazing at me with his predatory amber eyes.
He rolled over and lay beside me on the bed. I turned to face him and brushed the hair from his eyes, his angelic face looking back at me. The devil does wear a pretty mask, I thought to myself.
I let out a deep sigh. “I guess this is the part where I pretend to fall asleep and you sneak out under the pretence that it’s for my own good. Wouldn’t want the neighbors catching you leaving my house in the early morning.”
“Are you ashamed of what you did, kitten?” He ran his fingers through my hair and let them rest on my face.
“No!” I couldn't let him leave thinking I regretted any of this. “It’s what I’m used to.”
“You promised me breakfast,” he teased. “Are you breaking your promise?”
Was he really going to stay? Would he really be there in the morning? Was that what a one-night stand did? Stayed the night then left in the morning knowing it was a one-time deal? After what he’d made me feel, I had no idea how I was ever going to be able to let anyone touch me again. I would always be comparing, and it wouldn't be fair. I knew no one was ever going to compare to my big bad wolf.
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