The Dirty Dozen: Damsel Edition

by Kay Maree

  Breaking my trance, Dante growls, “Do you need to come, Faye? Do you need to relieve the ache building in that pretty, virgin pussy?”

  “Yes. Oh, God, yes,” I moan, rubbing my clit harder. “Please, Dante. Please, please I want to come, but I want you to be the one to do it.”

  Dropping back down onto the bed, Dante pushes my legs apart even further, running one thick finger through me wetness. As his head tips up, Dante’s eyes meet mine, and I see the wild, unrestrained hunger in reflected in those dark chocolate pools. The very intensity of his expression causes me to gasp in equal parts shock and understanding.

  Everything about the possession, desire, and heat he’s directing at me chips away at another one of the walls I built to keep him out. My resolve is crumbling, and Dante knows it. He has always been good at reading me, but like this, bare and vulnerable, stretched out on display for him, it’s almost as if Dante can see into my soul.

  Wrapping his fist around his cock, Dante lazily strokes up and down its length, squeezing a little harder as he reaches the head. I avert my eyes, feeling too exposed, too weak to continue lying to myself and him. While I have no intention of telling Dante how deep my feelings for him run, how much I want this to be more than just one night of sex – albeit, fantastic sex if the promise of him is anything to go by – I imagine it’s only a matter of time before I betray myself.

  There’s no way Dante can make me feel the things he does without me caving and telling him everything. There isn’t a chance in hell, I’ll make it through tonight with him and not spill my innermost secrets.

  “Has anyone ever made you come before, gorgeous? Has another man had his hands on your beautiful body or his fingers in your cunt? Tell me no one’s been here before me, that no one’s touched what was meant for me and only me.” That I’m the first and last man you’ll be giving that honor to?” He demands, flicking his gaze between my face and where his finger is dipping into my pussy.

  I shouldn’t answer him; honestly, there’s no need to since he already knows the answer, but I do anyway. Because he asked. Because I want to. “No one has touched me there. No one but you,” I whisper, running the hand that was toying with my folds up his forearm.

  “What about your tits or your ass? Anyone touched those, baby?” He groans, pushing his finger further inside me until it’s buried to the second knuckle.

  “Only my breasts, and only over my clothes,” I tell him truthfully.

  A deep, ominous growl erupts from Dante’s mouth as he sneers, “Who? Who the fuck touched your tits?”

  Shaking my head back and forth, I say, “It doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago, and it was only once. I didn’t like it so I told him to stop, and he did.”

  “It does fucking matter.” With his free hand, Dante grips one of my breasts in his huge palm and twist my nipple hard enough to sting but just for a second. “These tits are mine. Your pussy is mine, or I should say, it will be soon. And so is your ass. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I don’t like other people touching what’s mine.”

  “Please,” I all but beg when Dante's finger leaves my core, and he brings it to his mouth to suck off my juices. I’m unsure what I’m begging for, but I need something. And I need it now.

  Lowering his head, Dante kisses me passionately. I can taste myself on his lips, and strangely it only serves to heighten my arousal, not dampen it. Working himself between my thighs, Dante’s hips fit perfectly in the cradle of mine, and I wrap my legs around him to anchor him to me.

  “Last chance,” he warns. “Because the second I break that seal, baby, I don’t plan on letting you go. I’ll be the first and last man you inside your gorgeous body, so you better be sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

  My head jerks back on the pillow and my eye widen. He can’t possibly mean that. This isn’t that. We aren’t that. This is simply two people that have amazing chemistry sharing their bodies, giving each other what they need in a moment of weakness, isn’t it?

  “By the look on your face, I can tell you’re not picking up what I’m putting down, baby,” Dante grins unrepentantly. “You and me, what we’ve got between us, what we’ve always had between us isn’t a one-time only deal. This is as real as it gets. Permanent in a way that I want your ass in my bed every night, my rings on your finger, and you pregnant with my babies. The only thing I’m willing to compromise on is the order of the last two. You want to start trying to make a baby now, I’m down with that. We’re young, but we’ve both got families that will be more than happy to help us out, and money isn’t an issue for us. I’ve got plenty to take care of us both and however many kids we have for the rest of our lives. But if you want to get married first, have some time where it’s just you and me before I knock you up, then I’m good with that too.”

  “Oh my God,” I gasp as my hand flies up to cover my mouth.

  I can feel the tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, but Dante is undeterred. He isn’t finished, and by the sound of the steel in his voice, nothing I say or do will stop him now that he’s on a roll. “We can do it up big or have something small and intimate, but whichever you choose, our families and friends are going to want to be there. They’ve been waiting for the day I’d man up and tell you that I love you, Faye. And that day is today.”

  Resting his forehead against mine, Dante guides the head of his cock to my entrance, but he doesn’t push himself inside me. He merely lets me feel the heat radiating off him and the pre-come dripping from the tip that’s mixing with my own cream.

  “Dante, you don’t mean that. It’s just the heat of the moment, something people say when they’re all worked up,” I whimper, but I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince; him or me.

  “No, Faye,” he states resolutely. “This isn’t me needing to come so badly I think my balls are going to explode if I don’t get inside you soon. This is me tell you I love you, that I’ve been in love with you since I was old enough to know what those words mean. There has never been another woman for me. All those girls you’ve seen me with were fillers; chicks to take the edge off while I waited until you were ready for me to make you mine. As fucked up as it is for me to say, they didn’t mean anything. Less than nothing, actually. They got what they wanted from me, and no one got hurt.”

  “That’s…that’s…I don’t know what that is, but you’re freaking me out,” I stutter awestruck. Not just at the blasé manner in which he describes sleeping with women, but how easily he tells me what he wants to do to my body.

  “It’s the past,” Dante says, caressing my cheek. “You, me, this, that’s the future. Our future. That’s what matters; that’s what’s important. Now, I need you to tell me you love me too, then I’m going to set about showing you just how much I’ve needed you, Faye.”

  Don’t judge me too harshly for what I do next because it isn’t every day the man of your dreams, your best friend, the boy you gave your heart to when you were five declares his love for you.

  Pulling the corner of my lower lip into my mouth, I chew on it, pretending to decide what to say. When in truth, I’ve always known exactly what I would tell Dante if we ever got to where we are now.

  “You’re killing me here, baby,” he rumbles, sliding the head of his cock up and down my slit.

  Deciding he’s suffered enough, my lips find his and I kiss him chastely, only pulling back to murmur, “Loving you has never been the issue, not being able to tell you was. But now, I suppose that doesn’t factor. I love you too, Dante. With all my heart and soul, and everything in between.”

  Dante takes that as his cue to move things along, gently pushing the first few inches of his ginormous cock inside of me. My internal muscles instantly clench at the intrusion, stretching to accommodate his girth. It’s a tight fit by the time he’s managed to slide half of his length into me, but I’m wet, really wet, so I’m not worried about not being able to take him.

  “Relax, my Faye. Rela
x and let me make you feel good. It’ll hurt, you’re too tight and too small for it not too, but only for a minute. I promise baby,” he coaxes, hooking my ankles around him at the base of his spine.

  Forcing myself to relax, taking deep breaths and remaining focused on only Dante, his hips begin to rock as his length slides deeper inside my pussy. I can feel when the head of his cock bumps against the thin barrier keeping him from finally claiming me as his. But with one swift, hard thrust, my virginity becomes a distant memory as the pain of Dante’s intrusion takes over.

  Buried to the root inside me, Dante stills, allowing me to adjust to his size. My head tilts to the side, giving Dante access to my throat as his tongue and teeth nip and lick a path to the sensitive skin below my ear.

  With a note of tenderness, Dante asks, “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

  “No, please don’t. Whatever you do, don’t stop,” I mewl, tightening my thighs around his hips.

  “Can you take more, baby, because I’ve got to move. You feel so fucking good, so tight, so wet. If you can’t handle it, though, say so, and I’ll eat you out instead.” Whimpering, I nod, that lets him know I’m fine and that I want more.

  Dante starts off slowly, gliding halfway out and then back in again with short, measured strokes. But within the course of a dozen of those careful strokes, my pain has receded to a dull ache as pleasure begins to overtake me.

  “I’m not fragile; I won’t break, Dante. I want this, I want you, and I need for you to make me yours. Fuck me, Dante. Show me what it means to be owned by you,” I insist, scoring my nails down his back.

  “Fucking hell, Faye,” he growls, thrusting inside my pussy rougher than before. “You’ve got no idea what hearing you say that does to me. No idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you. This time is going to be quick, baby. I can’t hold out when your tight, little pussy is practically begging for me to come inside it,” he warns.

  My eyes roll back in my head as Dante begins fucking me in earnest, and I love it. Naked, with my breasts plastered to his chest, the sparse hairs there rasping against my nipples, I accept every punishing thrust he gives me. I revel in the feeling of his cock burrowing into my core, and the way my pussy flutters around him when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

  One of Dante’s hands finds my breast again, toying with my erect, engorged nipple. The other grips my hip pinning me to the bed as if I was going anywhere. I couldn’t even if I wanted to, and I most assuredly do not. “Oh God Dante. Harder,” I moan, feeling my pussy spasm around him.

  Slamming his mouth down on mine, Dante swallows my pleas but gives me what I want; his cock pounding hard, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands roaming my flesh. All of me is exposed to him. Raw, split open, torn apart as Dante pieces me back together with every inward glide.

  I come hard on an inward glide and absently hear Dante bark, “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re perfect.”

  My climax peaks, blood rushes through my ears at an alarming rate as I experience my first ever man-made orgasm. And it is fabulous. Amazing. Devine. But if I thought that’s where Dante would let go, come inside me, and flop onto his back sated and blissed out, I was mistaken.

  Instead, he pulls out of me, flips me to my hands and knees with my head resting on the pillow, pulls my hips back sharply and slams into me from behind. The head of his cock hits my cervix, bottoming out with his first thrust. Dante fucks me mercilessly now. No finesse. No control. Just brutally unleashed power so sublime I think for a moment I’m about to black out from it.

  With one hand in my hair and the fingers of the other rubbing tight circles over my clit, Dante plies another orgasm out of me. This one is even more intensely beautiful than the last.

  Overwhelmed by the sheer potency of it, I cry out, “I love you. Oh, God. I love you so much, Dante.”

  Dante’s stubble rasps against my cheek as he puts his mouth to my ear and groans, “And I you, gorgeous. So much that you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but I’ll make it my mission to prove it to you every day from here on out.”

  Chapter Nine

  Dante

  “You alive in there, gorgeous?” I ask Faye through the locked door.

  Faye retreated into the bathroom after the second time I claimed her body and came inside her. Once she realized I hadn’t worn a condom either time, Faye promptly freaked the fuck out and locked herself behind a flimsy door that wouldn’t stand a chance in keeping me out if I wanted in.

  “For now, but I won’t be if I get pregnant because you’re an idiot. If my dad finds out all of his safe sex lectures were for shit, he’s going to kill me. And you for that matter,” she snaps, turning the lock to let me in.

  Seeing her sitting on the vanity, my blood instantly runs hot. I can imagine at least a dozen creative ways I could fuck her raw while Faye sits there with her legs spread wide and her pussy bared to me.

  It doesn't come as a surprise that after finally having her that it’d never be enough. Faye’s addictive, just like I knew she would be. All of her, from the soft velvet of her skin to the sweet taste of her mouth, and the wet heat between her legs is intoxicating. Which is probably why I just can’t help myself.

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I push Faye’s legs open as wide as they can go and admire the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  Waxed bare, except for a tiny landing strip directing me to the entrance to heaven isn’t something you see much anymore. Most women are shaved or waxed completely, under the misguided belief that men like it better that way. Personally, I couldn’t give a fuck. As long as she’s clean, smells good, and tastes even better, hair or no hair doesn’t faze me. But on, Faye this shit is hot.

  Tugging on her neatly trimmed bush, my eyes are drawn to her puffy, pink pussy lips, that are now covered in her cream. Her cunt looks swollen and well-used, just how I like it, but not so much that Faye can’t take a finger or two before I work her up enough to take my cock again.

  It’s not lost on me that I’m not a small guy. In fact, I’d hazard a guess I’m bigger than most. Faye took it like a champ, though. Every fucking inch buried inside her pussy, milking me until I came harder than I ever have before.

  Zeroing in on her clit, which I swear it pulses under my heated gaze, I’m pleased to see it hard and distended, ready for me to worship when I finally put Faye out of her misery and show her what she’s been missing.

  Dropping my head, I run my tongue around the outside of her pussy lips, sucking the delicate folds into my mouth. I groan at my first real taste of her. The sweetness mixed with a hint of musk is a natural aphrodisiac. She smells sensational too.

  Faye moans and tugs on my hair as I lap at her pussy relentlessly, avoid her clit entirely. The poor, neglected nub is stiff and peeking out of her hood, begging for attention, but it’s going to have to wait. I don’t want this to end quickly. I want to draw out her pleasure.

  My hands are clamped around the inside of Faye’s thighs, leaving fingerprints in their wake. I should loosen my hold on her, ease off even if only a little, but I can’t. The desire to mark, Faye is primal, incessant, demanding. SO much so, I tighten my grip and watch as the color of her skin turns white beneath my fingertips.

  Only when Faye has all but lost control, her hips grinding against my face and her juices are running down my chin do I circle her clit and suck it into my mouth. I lave, suck, flick, and bite; my hunger for her growing greater with each flood of wetness I swallow.

  Spearing my tongue inside her tight hole, working it in as deep as it can go, my nose bumps her clit, which has Faye screaming my name. With two fingers, I gather the cream that’s dripping down her ass crack. Using it as lube, I drive them inside her vice-like cunt, finger fucking her until she cries out loudly.

  Practically sobbing with the need for release, Faye pants, “Please make me come. Oh, God, Dante. Please. I need it.”

  Faye’s luscious thigh
s wrap around my head in a stranglehold, forcing more of her pussy into my mouth. I love that she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it. But what I love more is that she trusts I’ll give it to her.

  Before she knows it, Faye’s orgasm blindsides her. Her muscles contract and pulse around my fingers, sucking them deeper into her cunt voraciously. Licking up every drop of her come – wishing there was more because I’m starving for her – I wait until her climax ebbs, then stand up and slam my mouth down on hers.

  There’s nothing hotter than a woman who likes the taste of herself on her man’s tongue. And thankfully, my woman loves it. Opening for me, Faye suckles my tongue, just as greedy for me as I am for her.

  “Calmer now,” I ask when I feel her body go lax.

  “Much,” Faye sighs happily, wrapping all four of her limbs around me.

  “Then, I hate that I have to do this, but your brothers are here, and they want to talk to you.”

  “Come again,” she screeches, pushing off the counter and coming to stand in front of me.

  “No, baby. I didn’t come yet, but if you’re offering,” I smirk, earning me a slap to my chest.

  Burying her face in her hands, Faye shakes her head. “I’m so embarrassed right now. Why would you do that? What if they heard? Oh, God, they’re going to kill you.”

  “No, they’re not, gorgeous. Now, take a deep breath. Have a shower and get dressed, but take your time, baby. When you’re ready, come out and have some dinner with me, yeah?” I suggest.

  Rising up on her toes, Faye presses her mouth to mine, giving me a sweet but way too short kiss. “Thank you for the offer, and while that bathtub looks super inviting, I won’t be long. It’s not you that I don’t trust, Dante, it’s them. My brothers can get a tad overprotective when they’re worried about me, and I don’t want them taking that out on you.”

  What Faye hasn’t clued onto yet is that I was the one who let them in. I’ve already talked to them, let them say their piece. And while they aren’t happy that I made my move on their sister when she’s vulnerable, they didn’t kick my ass so I’m taking that as a good sign.