by Tory Baker
When we’re both in the truck, she grabs my hand and I can’t help admiring the difference in our skin. Where my hands are hard and weathered, deep with calluses and tan from working outside most of my life, her hand is silky smooth, delicate and so graceful. We’re completely opposite, but we fit at the same time. She’s every dream I’ve ever had…
Eighteen
Emma
We’ve barely come to a complete stop before Dex is picking me up, carrying me out of his truck and into his house.
I’m nervous… even a little scared because I know that there’s no turning back now. Soon I will be his in every way.
“Honey,” I gasp, needing him to slow down.
He places me on the bed, but his hard body is between my legs just a moment later.
“I’ll try to be gentle, Emma, I swear. It’s just the thought of being inside of you has my dick so hard, I’m going crazy. I’m going to try, but I’m not sure there’s a chance of me going slow.”
I can hear the desperation in his voice. I can hardly believe that Dex is that desperate to have me. I feel beautiful and powerful. I’m the woman who does this to him. I’m the one he wants. He doesn’t know it, but right now I’d give him anything he asks.
“I just want you, any way I can have you,” I confess and it comes out in almost a whimper as his hand travels against my skin.
He slowly lifts my dress off of me, our eyes only briefly disconnecting as it moves over my head. I’m left lying on the bed in just a pair of pink panties, not even the cheeky boy shorts, or a thong. I should have thought ahead and at least worn something ultra-sexy and matching. But, instead I’m in a pair of run-of-the-mill, pink, bikini-style panties and a lacy turquoise bra.
I’m almost embarrassed, but then I see the hunger in his eyes and I know he doesn’t care about the clothing I have on… he cares about me. It might just be wishful thinking, but for a minute I think I see love reflecting in his eyes. I know if I looked in a mirror right now, that’s what would be in mine.
I love Dex.
I don’t care if it happened in the blink of an eye. I feel it all the way down into my very being.
I look down and realize he’s down to just his jeans and has them unbuttoned. I didn’t even notice that he took his shirt off. How I missed it, I have no idea. He’s gorgeous. His chest is a work of art, a smattering of hair, abs that go for days and a happy trail of hair that’s all masculine and leads to the one thing I can’t wait to finally feel inside me. All that—and it’s a lot—would be enough, but then there are those Vs on each of his sides. It’s the ones you see in magazines on models and think you’ll never see them in real life. Apparently, God thought I was a good girl in my former life and has now blessed me not only with seeing them, but feeling them, and hopefully licking them.
I whimper at the mere thought. I can’t wait to feel his body next to mine.
Skin against skin.
Dex hears me whimper and slowly takes my bra off. His tongue comes out to teasingly lick me from my neck down to my collarbone. He begins to nibble, and then his tongue slowly slides against the tortured skin, making a path down to my breast and around my nipple. Teasing me, giving me just a taste, but never doing what I need the most.
“Dex…” I beg, and he pulls back just enough to look at me. Cool air hits the moistened path he’s made on my hot body, leaving chills in its wake.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans before finally his mouth is on my nipple and he sucks on it, hard.
I moan, lost in the sensations as he plays my body like an instrument. His other hand is just as much torture. He’s using his fingers to play with my other nipple, somehow knowing the amount of pain I like with my pleasure. I may be a virgin, but I wasn’t against exploring myself on those dark nights in my bedroom. I’d imagine the type of man I wanted—but those silly daydreams pale in comparison to Dex and the pleasure he gives me.
He’s insisting on taking his time, moving so torturously slowly that he’s killing me inch by inch. He’s traveling leisurely down my body, licking and nipping as he goes. My breath stalls deep in my chest as he finally makes it to the one spot that is aching the most.
I gasp when he slides down to his knees, his head between my legs, his eyes trained on mine. I bite into my lip as his tongue darts out and he licks the lips of my pussy right before his tongue slides between them, searching for my clit. His fingers pull me open so he can see my pussy, not allowing me to hide. My back arches as one of his hands bites into my thigh with bruising force. He pulls me so my pussy is pushing against his face, his hot breath fanning the most intimate parts of me.
I cry when he captures my throbbing clit between his teeth, applying enough pressure that I jerk from the burning sensation of pain. My body convulses and my fingers dive into his hair. I want him to eat me… to devour me… to take me over the edge. I’m so close that I know it wouldn’t take much. Instead he pulls back, looking at me.
“Dex, w-why did you stop?” I’m stuttering, my body alive with hunger—a hunger like I never knew existed.
“I’m going eat this pussy, Emma. Going to own it. No one else will ever see it. It’s mine and it will only ever be mine,” he growls.
I start to tell him that it’s true. That everything he said is true, but he doesn’t give me the chance. All of a sudden he’s back to licking, sucking, and biting my clit. I feel his fingers come into play, in the most exquisite type of pain. It’s not the kind that hurts, but instead it’s the kind that makes me crave more. He has his thumb playing inside of me when I feel his other finger playing with my ass. Not penetrating, but he’s making it known that he’s there. With all of his actions and him looking into my eyes, I gasp and come so hard my whole body shakes with it.
“Oh, God, Dex. I…” I break off, unable to form words. My orgasm is still vibrating through me, but it’s the look on his face as he slowly crawls up my body that leaves me speechless. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him, not caring that I can taste myself on his mouth. I like it. I like that I’m mixed in with the taste of his kiss… it makes me hungrier.
“Emma, baby. You’re mine now. There’s no going back and there’s no leaving. I want you tied to me and me tied to you.”
I’m looking at him and the only thing I can do is nod my head in agreement, but that’s not good enough for him.
“Give me the words, Emma. Let me hear you say them.”
Tears are gathering in my eyes and slowly begin to fall. I thought I was prepared for sex, but this is just so much more than sex.
“I want that with you. I think I’ve wanted that my whole life,” I tell him, honesty ringing in my voice so loudly, I know he can’t help but hear it.
Dex being Dex, he doesn’t let my tears continue. He kisses them away, his lips touching my face with such gentleness my heart aches. His tongue gathers the tears up and takes them away. Once they are gone, he positions his cock so that the head is pushing against my opening.
All I can think is that finally… Finally, I will belong to him.
Nineteen
Dex
I’m right there. The head of my cock has pushed just inside her tight little pussy, touching her barrier. Just being inside her this way is enough to make me come, but that’s not how this is going to end. I’m going to claim her.
This is our beginning.
“Jesus, Emma. It’s like coming home. Being inside you like this… It’s fucking everything.”
“Please. I need more.”
She’s moaning, her body trying to push into mine. She’s trying to force my cock deeper and if I wasn’t holding her so that she couldn’t, I’d already have her blood on my shaft.
Her virgin’s blood…
When I dreamed of the woman who would be mine, I never thought she would be innocent. I never thought she would be as beautiful and as perfect as Emma either. But the truth is, and I don’t care if it makes me a fucking prick, I’m elated that I’m going to be her only lover. If I could g
o back, I’d save myself for her. I can’t, but I know that since kissing Emma—hell, since just laying eyes on her—my past has been forgotten. Other women have ceased to exist. She’s the only woman I will ever want. I may be claiming her virginity, but she’s claiming me in ways she doesn’t even realize. But I do and I can’t wait.
I know what I have to do; the time for waiting is over. Not only does Emma need it, I need it—perhaps more than she does. I have to know that she’s mine. I know without a doubt that I could never be without Emma again.
She’s a part of me… the best part.
“Hold on tight, baby. I’ll be as gentle and as quick as I can. You can bite me if you need to, or sink those little claws of yours into me. It’s going to hurt, I can’t keep it from doing that, but just hold on and I promise I’ll give you pleasure too.”
I’m trying to reassure her. She’s putting her trust—her faith—in me and that’s no small thing. I can’t disappoint her. I’m grunting while slowly pushing inside. I go just the smallest of centimeters and then pull out and push in a little more. I don’t want to tear her, but the torture is killing both of us.
“Dex, do it,” she urges. “Make me yours,” she all but growls. Her fingernails dig into me and I’m done holding back. With one final thrust, I push my cock fully inside of her.
Once I’m there I don’t move. I groan as I feel the muscles of her pussy contract and vibrate against my cock. Emma’s scream as I claimed her is still echoing in my head. I look down at her, afraid to breathe, not wanting that simple movement to hurt her further. There’s only one thing I know. Now that I’m inside of her, I’ll never go a day without her. Fuck, I’ll be living inside of her tight pussy now.
“How are you feeling, baby?” I ask her, my hand shaking as I stroke her hair. In my head, I’m praying that I can hold on long enough that it won’t hurt her when I move.
“You’re a part of me now,” she whispers. “I can feel you inside of me.” Her voice is full of wonder.
God, she’s so fucking sweet… She’s sweet in how she feels, how she tastes, and just in being herself. I love this woman.
“Emma, baby. I’m going to need to move now. You tell me if it still hurts,” I tell her and I swear to God that if it’s still too much for her I will try and hold back, but it sure won’t be easy. I begin backing out of her, my cock raking against her inner walls. She’s squeezing my rod so tight that it’s a form of torture, but just as I’m almost all the way out, I stop and then thrust back inside. I’m kicking myself. I needed to be gentler. Emma deserves gentle, but I just can’t. To try and make it better, I move my thumb to her clit, teasing her while I begin working my cock in and out of her.
My eyes are drawn to where we are joined. I can see her sweet cum on my cock mixed with what’s left of her virginity. I can’t stop this surge of power I feel inside of me. It makes me growl, because now Emma is wholly and completely mine.
“Dex! Oh my God, Dex!” She screams out my name and nothing has ever been sweeter. My name on her lips, her virgin’s blood on my cock and me buried deep inside of her. It’s fucking heaven.
I pinch her clit, moving my hips faster, pushing us both toward our climaxes. I need my cum drenching her insides and my baby planted in her womb. My other hand is holding her hip, not letting her escape even if she tried. She’s not getting away from me.
She’s starting to come, her whole body shuddering, her sweet pussy quivering against my cock. She’s trying to keep her legs locked around me, but she’s almost to the point of no control.
“Let go, Emma. Come for me, baby. Come for me,” I groan, fucking her so hard I hurt. I can feel my own cum, my balls so full they’re sore. She gives me everything, all of her body and every sweet drop of her cum, and only then do I let myself go.
I let stream after stream of my cum unleash deep inside of her. I’m coming so hard that it feels like a powerful thrust. I’ve claimed her pussy, just like I’ve claimed her.
“You’re mine, Emma. Only mine!” I roar, while looking down at where our bodies are joined. I can see my cum on her sweet little pussy, but it’s not enough. Without thought I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. I kiss her shoulder and then bite into it, leaving a mark there that shows she’s mine, like the animal that possessing her has turned me into.
Emma’s nails bite into my back, scoring me, bringing blood as she marks me too and I welcome it. I empty myself completely inside of her and I do it knowing that this is just the beginning.
Twenty
Emma
“You bit me,” I whisper sleepily. My body feels drugged and completely exhausted. I belong to Dex now. There’s no going back and I wouldn’t want to.
“I couldn’t help it,” he mumbles against my skin, kissing the spot at my neck. It’s tender but his kiss makes me smile away the pain.
“Will it always be like that?” I ask him, my eyes closed. Dex is still inside of me. I can feel him, and I squeeze the muscles of my pussy, holding him right there.
“Better,” he says gruffly, kissing my shoulder again. He moves to his side, but he keeps his hand on my hip and somehow flips us so that I’m on top of him now. The movement makes me moan, because his dick is still hard and I can feel him pushing inside of me.
“I’m not sure I could survive if it gets any better,” I tell him and he laughs, kissing the top of my head.
“You’ll see, sweetheart.”
“If you say so. Right now I’m not sure I will ever be able move again. I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.”
“I could prove you wrong,” he argues, his voice cocky.
“I don’t think—Dex!” I yell out when he moves his hips and his cock slides even deeper inside of me.
“That hurt, baby?” he asks, and his voice is full of concern.
It does hurt, but I don’t want to tell him that. The pain isn’t that bad and for the most part it feels really good. I move my hips, being as gentle as I can. I’m almost experimenting. Carefully, I move my body, grinding into him.
“Oh, yes,” I breathe, loving how it feels to have him inside of me. My nipples are hard and distended and they brush against the hair on his chest and that just adds another layer of pleasure. I tighten my inner muscles on Dex’s cock, my eyes closing as hunger begins to take over. I place my hands flat on each of his shoulders and lift myself up.
“Fuck, Emma… Don’t let me hurt you, baby.”
I open my eyes to look into his. Desire is blazing out of them and something else… something that makes me feel… special.
“Show me how, Dex. Show me how to ride you,” I urge him, wanting to give him everything, needing to be everything to him—because that’s exactly what he is to me.
I sit up, causing his dick to push so deep inside of me I can almost taste him. My knees grind into the mattress on each side of him.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, his hands coming up to each of my hips. He helps me find my pace, helps me move my body in ways that bring us both the most pleasure. The entire time I’m looking down into his eyes, losing myself in them. His hand travels up my stomach, so heated it burns me. He grasps my breast, his fingers biting into it lovingly and he squeezes, making me whimper as pleasure slides down my spine. “Fuck, honey, I love the way you move,” he tells me and that just makes me try to move faster, harder—to give him more.
“I love you, Dex,” I tell him, forgetting myself in the pleasure, giving him words I probably shouldn’t, but can’t keep inside.
His hand moves from my breast to go to my neck, his fingers tunneling under my hair. Then he pulls my lips down to his, kissing me with a hunger I’ve never known before—not even from him.
“Take us both to heaven, Emma,” he growls and I don’t understand what he means, but I do it, because my body is acting on instinct and shows me exactly what it wants. I ride him and don’t stop even when I feel him coming inside of me, bathing me with his hot seed.
Twenty-One
Dex
(Three Months Later)
“Emma?” I call out for her as I hit the living room. Today was a horrible day, one of the worst I can remember. It ended with me having to fire one of my men—Todd Lester. He was a good man, and he had a family to support, but he and his wife are having trouble and he showed up on the job today drunk. I tried to just send him home—telling him to get his head sewn on right and come back tomorrow. I told him to wait for me while I went to get my keys—there was no way I could let him drive home. I ran to get them, but before I came out he was in his car. I grabbed my phone to call 911, but before I could get that far, Todd shifted his car into gear. The biggest problem with that, besides him being drunk, was that he put it in drive instead of reverse and when he slammed his foot on the gas the car came barreling toward me. I jumped out of the way, but the same could not be said for my trailer. It was demolished. Todd was hauled away in an ambulance. He’s going to be okay, at least physically.
“I’m in here,” her sweet voice calls out.
When I make it into the bedroom my gaze immediately locks onto Emma. She’s lying on the bed, her hair rumpled. It’s clear she’s been sleeping.
“Are you sick?” I ask, fear immediately hitting me.
“No, honey. I’m just tired. I’ll get up from here and we can head over to my place and I’ll get—”
“That’s something we have to talk about, Emma. You’ve been living here for three months. This is your place. Don’t you think it’s time all of your shit gets moved in here?”
“I… Well…”
“Because I do. I told you that when we first met. You’re it for me and I want you under my roof. This isn’t a playing house scenario for me, Emma. There’s no trying it to see if we like it. You need to get that clear. You’re here to stay.”
