by Snow, Jenika
“More,” she begged, clutching at me, and I moved my hand between our bodies and placed it right between her thighs.
“Mine,” I said without being able to stop myself as I added pressure right over her hot, wet cunt. I slid my finger through her cleft, her pussy so soaked for me that my movements were fluid, the juicy sounds of what my fingers did to her ringing in my ears.
I pulled back and looked at her, keeping my hand on her pussy, stroking her clit while I stared into her eyes. “From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to make you mine. I knew I could never be happy with anyone else, that I’d never feel this intense chemistry and these emotions with another soul.” I kissed her again, and she held onto my arms, her nails digging into my flesh. She lifted her hips, causing my hand to press harder against her, and I cursed low.
She writhed for me, and all I could think of was one thing.
She’s mine.
“I want to taste you,” I murmured against her lips. “Will you let me, baby? Will you let me slide my tongue through that honey and swallow it?”
She moaned and nodded.
“Has anyone ever touched you there, like that? Has anyone ever kissed your pussy, Flora?”
“No,” she moaned and thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow as I started to move down her body to the area where I knew she ached the most.
“Then spread your legs real wide for me, pretty girl. Let me see all of you.”
She did what I asked so nicely, so sweetly, that before I knew it, I was staring right between her thighs at her perfect, pink, wet pussy. My cock jerked again, pre-cum leaking from the tip so much that it was dripping and sliding along the underside of my shaft. I gripped the length and used the seed as lubricant, gnashing my teeth as ecstasy slammed into me.
I leaned down and closed my eyes as I inhaled the sweet yet musky scent of her arousal, groaning because I’d never smelled anything so fucking addicting before. I opened my eyes and ran my tongue first along her left inner thigh, then moved to the other side, tasting her, reading her. Tormenting her. I wanted to taste every inch of her, memorize it until I couldn’t even think straight.
“Baby,” I groaned against her flesh.
She had her hands in my hair a second later and tugged at the strands forcefully. I hissed, loving it. I squeezed her inner thighs and moaned at how soft and warm her flesh was. No more torturing either of us.
I latched my mouth right over her pussy and sucked. The lips were swollen from her arousal, her pussy so wet I knew my lips and chin would be soaked from her nectar. I suckled her for long seconds, not wanting to stop the flow of ambrosia that was covering my mouth and spilling down my throat.
My cock throbbed, my balls aching and feeling full of cum. I reached between my legs and rubbed my cock, needing some friction, stroking the fucker from root to tip.
“Please.”
A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I ate her out like my life depended on it. And it does. I’ll die if I don’t do this, if I don’t make her come.
The sweet, musky smell and flavor of her exploded on my tongue, and I lapped it up with more fervor. I licked and sucked at her flesh harder, with more desperation. The sounds she made, the way she writhed for me, ground her pussy against my mouth, drove me insane.
I leaned back but only enough that I could place my thumbs on her pussy lips and pull them apart, staring at all that pink perfection. Then I leaned back in and flattened my tongue as I slowly dragged it up her slit. My eyes rolled back in my head at how good this felt.
I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time I teased a finger into her clenching body. Her pussy instantly gripped the digit in a rhythmic pull, making me grunt in pleasure. She was so damn responsive to me.
“So good,” I murmured against her, unable to stop myself. I sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound, wanting—needing—her to come.
“Malkolm,” she gasped, and it sounded so fucking good spilling from her lips.
“Come on, baby. Let me taste that honey,” I murmured against her soaked flesh.
And then she came for me, and I didn’t stop working my mouth on her as she gave me what I wanted.
She gave me everything.
Flora tugged at my hair, and that pain ignited my pleasure even more. I fucking loved it, craved more of it. I was so fucking turned on that I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that I was dry-humping the hell out of the mattress, grinding my cock against the bed, rolling my hips to ease the ache. I needed the friction like I needed her to come against my mouth again.
It was only when I felt her sag against the mattress as her orgasm started to fade that I allowed myself one last lick through her slit. I pulled away and stared at her as I licked my lips, tasting the addictive flavor of her pussy covering my mouth.
God, she tastes so good.
“I’m going to be a dirty bastard where you’re concerned, baby, but I can’t help myself.” I looked into her eyes for only a second before I let my gaze travel down her body. “Spread your legs again… as wide as you can get them. You know what I want to see.”
For a second, she didn’t move, and I saw the way her muscles tightened. Had I fucked things up by pushing her like this, crossing lines?
But then, holy fucking hell, she did what I said. A deep pleasurable sound left me, and I gripped my cock hard, squeezing my length until I hissed out and more pre-cum spilled from the tip.
She placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, and sweet Jesus I was in heaven. God, the way her pussy lips parted, exposing how ready and wet she was for me, the fact that her clit was a little engorged pearl at the top, had my cock jerking and my mouth watering.
“Oh dear God, Flora.” I ran a hand over my mouth, breathing out roughly, and found myself moving closer, as if I were on autopilot. “That’s it,” I growled. “That’s so fucking it that I could come just from looking at your cunt like that.” My words were coarse and blunt, dirty and probably offensive, but I swore she got wetter right before my eyes. “That pussy is mine.”
I hadn’t meant to say those words, but fuck it; she needed to know how far gone I was.
“Yes,” she whispered.
My heart slammed into my ribs at her confirmation.
There won’t ever be anyone else for me. And the very thought of her being with anyone else had me all but snarling, white-hot jealousy moving through me until all I wanted to do was mark her so every fucker knew who she belonged to.
She’s the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins. She brings meaning to my life, one I kept lonely and dark. She is my light, and I will never let the shadows wash over me again, because I won’t let her go.
I was going to give every piece of myself to Flora, and I didn’t care if there was nothing left of me when this was all said and done.
8
Flora
He took my breath away. Left my legs shaking. Had pleasure unlike anything I could have ever imagined rising through my body and touching every part of me.
When I looked at Malkolm, he made my heart race. He didn’t even have to touch me, didn’t have to say one word. Just thinking about him had butterflies slamming into my stomach, my pulse skyrocketing, and my body preparing itself for this one perfect moment.
I was on his bed, totally naked, my legs spread, and Malkolm touching me in ways no man had ever touched me before. He pulled back and looked at me with so much unrestrained passion it was clear he barely had his control in check.
For as many times as I imagined losing my virginity—sweet, soft, with gently spoken words whispered in my ear—I now wanted fierce and raw and powerful.
Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and I was shamelessly staring at him, checking him out, knowing he was all mine. My heart jackknifed behind my ribs. Malkolm was just so big and muscular, so alpha and masculine. He may have had a hard edge and a roughness to him, but I witnessed the s
oft, gentle Malkolm that I had a feeling he didn’t show many people.
But he showed me.
And his tattoos… and God, that piercing. It all turned me on even more.
He groaned, and the sound was harsh and gruff, pitched low, and full of male need. “I want to make this good for you, baby. I want to make your first time something you remember as the best night of your life.” His voice was so breathless, and I felt how much he meant those words. “I want to give you experiences like that forever.”
I swallowed the lump of emotion that wedged itself in my throat. “I just want you.” His words touched me deeply, emotionally, but they also told me again and again that this was exactly the right moment in my life. It told me that saving myself for Malkolm had been exactly what I needed to do.
“I wish I could give you my virginity too.”
I felt my eyes widen. He rested his forehead against mine, and we just lay there breathing for a second.
He moved back enough that I could see the long, hard, impressive length of his shaft, and I couldn't help but stare at the glint of that silver, thin hoop pierced right through the head of his thick cockhead. My mouth watered, my body on fire. I looked at his chest, just absorbing how big and masculine he was, how muscular and very male his body was.
And then I was right back to staring at that huge cock, and I found myself licking my lips as a crystal drop of pre-cum lined the tip. The thought came to mind that he was so thick and long I didn’t know if he’d fit comfortably inside me. It was a ludicrous thought, because I knew I was made for him, and my body was so primed for what he’d give me that there would be no unrealistic resistance.
I’d take every last inch of him. I was eager to.
“Fuck, Flora.”
I snapped my eyes up to his.
“I’m barely hanging on as it is. You keep looking at my cock like that… like you’re hungry for it, and what little self-control I have will fucking vanish.” His voice was sharp, like a hot, smooth blade running across my naked body. It made me shake uncontrollably.
Malkolm’s eyes were hooded, his head was lowered, and he watched me like a feral animal. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking the thick, long length obscenely. “You want this?”
Yes, I love this side of him. “God,” I whispered, that lone word leaving me. “Yes.” I stared into his eyes that looked so dark in the dimly lit room.
He closed his eyes for a moment as if grappling with some inner struggle. But then he opened his eyes and stepped forward. Malkolm smoothed a finger down the side of my neck, stopping right at my pulse point, adding a little pressure, making my heart beat faster.
“What do you need?” he whispered, but I had a feeling he was speaking to himself.
“I need you.” Those three words tumbled from me instantly, and I was shocked at how much I meant them, and not just on a superficial—physical—level.
“Not nearly as much as I need you, baby,” he murmured and claimed my mouth in a soft, thorough kiss that had my toes curling and me pressing my body fully to his, but a second later, he was pushing my back down to the mattress, covering me with his hard form, making me feel tiny and feminine.
For long moments, all he did was kiss me—fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue in the same way I wanted him to do between my thighs.
“Flora,” he moaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, my wetness making his movements fluid, easy, his thick length a reminder on how huge Malkolm was.
“God. Damn, baby.”
Feeling his dick rubbing up and down my pussy, my intimate lips framing his dick, had me on the verge of getting off. He thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth, licked and sucked at my tongue, nipped at my lips. Far too soon, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my throat. He drove my pleasure higher.
Tossing my head back, I cried out as the pleasure washed through me. All the while, he kept thrusting against me, licking at my flesh, drawing my pleasure out. Malkolm’s chest rose and fell almost frantically, sweat beading his brow as he stared into my eyes. I watched as his throat worked when he swallowed.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
I smoothed my hands over his bulging muscles, feeling how damp his flesh was, his sinews and tendons bunching right below the surface of his skin and against my palms. The sheets beneath me were warm but also a little wet from my sweat and my arousal that had been constant from my desire.
He made this low sound again. “The things I want to do to you,” he said in a thick voice. “They are so fucking filthy, baby.” He groaned as he gripped my hips tighter. “So fucking perfect,” he seemed to say to himself.
My breasts shook slightly from the slight movement of him against me, rolling his hips against mine, his cock slick from my pussy juices.
“Once I finally have you, I won’t stop.” His words were… final. He moved his hand between us until he was brushing his knuckles against my sensitive, soaked flesh. “Are you ready, Flora?”
Was I?
Am I? God, yes. I’ve never been more ready for something than I am this moment.
“Yes. I’m ready, Malkolm.”
He nodded once, as if reassuring himself I was actually ready, and then he positioned the thick, bulbous head of his cock right at my pussy hole. I could feel that piercing, the coolness of it heating from my body, the smoothness of the metal enticing me, arousing me more.
With the crown of his erection nudging at the entrance of my pussy, I felt my body tense.
“Just relax for me. It’ll make it easier, better.”
I nodded then and breathed out, forcing myself to relax. And that’s when he started pushing in, as the air left my lungs and my body wasn’t as tense.
I knew there was no going back from this.
And thank God for that. I wouldn't want this to be any other way. I wouldn't want to go back from this.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” he said again, as if reminding himself that this was, in fact, my very first time. He continued to push his length deep into me, claiming my virginity—the one I saved just for him without even realizing it.
“I’ve been dreaming about you like this, fantasizing all the things I would do to you, how I’d make love to you. And God,” he said on an exhale. “Now, it’s my reality.” He buried all of his cock into me, and I gasped at the fullness, the feeling of being stretched, of being penetrated completely.
“Still doing good?”
I licked my lips and nodded again. “Yes. I’m fine. Don't stop.”
He started to pull out, then pushed back in just as slowly as the first time. “Jesus, you’re tight.” He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The pain of being stretched by his size had my eyes watering, but that discomfort morphed into pleasure with each passing second, with each moment I allowed myself to relax, forced myself not to be tense.
I cried out as everything crashed in on me.
“I’m sorry,” he gritted out. “I’m trying to be easy, take my time… make this good for you.”
“It’s good,” I moaned. “Don’t stop. It’s so good.”
His balls were pressed right up against my slick flesh, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood.
“Fuck.” That lone word left him in a snarling, feral tone. “Christ. I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly, so deeply, that you’ll know you’re mine. You’ll be imprinted by me.” Beads of sweat covered my flesh as the heat in the room increased, as our movements became one, in tandem.
My inner muscles squeezed his cock on their own.
“Yes,” he hissed out. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s so it.”
The faster and harder he thrust into me, the higher my pleasure climbed until it was on the precipice of claiming me completely, until I knew there would be no stopping it once I went over the edge. I held my breath as he leaned in and ran his tongue along my lips at the same time he touched the little bundle of nerves at the top of my pu
ssy. He rubbed my clit back and forth, and I couldn’t hold off from letting it consume me.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Come all over my cock. Come on, baby.”
I tossed my head back and cried out, giving Malkolm what he demanded… needing it like I needed oxygen.
The only thing I saw, felt, smelled… was Malkolm. He consumed every single one of my senses.
Beads of sweat lined his forehead, trailed down his temple, and moved along his chest. I followed the dips and hollows, the ridges and hills of all that tattooed muscle that made up Malkolm. I wanted to lick his flesh, taste that male saltiness moving along my tongue. I wanted to take a piece of him in me, like I was giving him a piece of myself.
“Is it good?” The way he said those words was almost like a challenge, like he wanted to see if I’d lie to him, wanted to push me to be honest.
I held on to his biceps and licked my lips, my entire body strung tight. “It’s so good, Malkolm. More.”
Malkolm grunted and slammed into me faster, harder. My mouth parted, my lips making a soundless O, and all I could do was let the sensations that were so foreign in me mark me from the inside out.
I felt my pussy clench around his cock, as if my body tried to pull him in even more, refusing to let this pleasure leave. Because he was the source of it.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he groaned and slammed into me again and again.
And just like that, I felt myself fall over the edge at the same time he pulled back slightly and placed his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framing my pussy. He kept thrusting in and out of me, his focus on where he was buried deep. My orgasm peaked, and he pushed my legs up and back so they were resting on my chest. It made me obscenely open, but the new position had him going in even deeper.
“Ugh,” he snarled, his focus never leaving where his cock was, as if he couldn't stand to look away.
The position had him hitting parts of me I didn't even know existed, secret parts that had me crying out. I found myself curling my nails into his flesh, moaning because there was only one word for what was happening right now.
