I can tell she’s nervous, because she’s rambling. I’m humbled and awed that she is trusting me with this gift. It’s nerve wracking, to be the guy to make the first time memorable. No matter what I do, it will hurt. I can make it as pleasurable as possible, and boy am I up for the task. My cock is throbbing, eager to get inside of her.
I bend my head back to her pussy, and start eating at her again. Just soft nibbles and licks, I want to get her hot all over again. It doesn’t take long for her to start circling her hips so I take that as my cue. I fit my cock at her entrance and slowly push my way inside of her, lifting her hips so I can control the angle. I push until I feel her barrier and pause letting her get used to my size. I kiss at her mouth, neck and breasts, sucking on her nipples. There isn’t any way around this, it’s going to hurt. With that thought, I pull back and push in quickly, piercing through her hymen. She sucks in a sharp breath and just looks at me, shocked.
I don’t take my eyes off of her, “Sorry Peanut, no matter what, it was going to hurt. Give it a minute, and I promise it will start feeling good again,” I say as I hold still, my cock throbbing.
It doesn’t take long for her to start moving her own hips, circling them. I take it as my sign, and start pushing myself in and out of her, slowly dragging my cock against her soft flesh watching her face for any signs of undue pain. She sighs softly and meets me thrust for thrust. Her pussy feels like a velvet vice, clasping my cock in a greedy grip. She grunts with every push and every sound she makes turns me on more. I love the sound of my cock, moving in and out of her pussy, the wet, slapping sounds spurring me on even more.
Our eyes stay connected, never wavering, as I say, “What do you need?”
She sighs, running her hands up and down my back. “Touch me, please” she begs.
She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I push my hand between our bodies and find her hard little clit, already swollen and ready to go. I swirl the pad of my fingers around her nub, making small circles.
She’s gorgeous, her head thrown back in abandon, her hips meeting mine, thrust for thrust.
“Oh,” she cries out, “I’m so close.”
“Give it to me,” I grind out, my body shaking with fatigue.
I keep rubbing, watching her face as I pump into her, thrust after thrust. I can feel my orgasm building, the hot tingling feeling at the base of my spine letting me know I’m close. I continue rubbing her clit, and that’s when she comes, hard. Fuck it’s amazing to see her letting go. I can feel her pussy, milking my cock, gripping and contracting around me. I don’t want this to end, but I can’t hold on any longer and shout out my own release, as I shoot hot cum into her body. Fuck me, that was hot.
We just lie there panting when I realize I should get off of her before I crush her. She’s just a peanut compared to me, she makes me feel like a huge giant. I slowly get up, kissing her as I go. She moans softly as my semi hard cock slides out of her body. I see a bit of blood on the sheets, on the inside of her thighs, and on my cock. I head into the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. Savannah is smiling when I come back so I give her a sweet kiss, then move to part her legs so I can clean her up.
“I can do that,” she says embarrassed as she reaches for the washcloth.
“Stop it,” I tell her sharply, “I want to. It’s my job to take care of you so that’s what I’m going to do. There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about, not after what we just shared.” I give her a kiss on the tip of her nose and wait for her, and she nods her head at me to continue so I gently pull the cloth between her legs and clean up the blood. She notices the blood on the washcloth, and then on the sheets and her entire face gets beet red. Before she can open her mouth, I cup her head and kiss her, thoroughly.
“It’s fine, really,” I tell her.
I see her thinking about what I’ve said, and know that she wants to talk about this more. “I don’t know what’s normal or not,” she says. “I mean . . . I talk with my friends and all of that, but until you experience it yourself, you just don’t know.” I watch her shake her head as she says, “You must think I’m an idiot, but my parents always sheltered me and honestly, I didn’t feel like I was missing anything. There wasn’t anyone I trusted, or cared for,” she finishes quietly.
I cup her face, “Hey, I don’t think you’re an idiot, far from it,” I tell her with confidence.
“In fact, I’m glad you didn’t find that person. Until now, until me. I will forever cherish the gift you gave me tonight. Don’t ever feel like you can’t talk to me, about anything,” I finish and give her a soft kiss on her lips.
I’m dying of thirst so I give her another quick kiss and head down the hall to the kitchen for a glass of water. I’m greeted with whistling and high fives from the guys, what a bunch of juveniles, I think with a happy smile. I can hear Savannah giggling, I owe them for putting a smile on her face. What a fanfuckingtastic sound. Yup. I’m making up words here, but I’m just so damn happy. I fill a glass of water and gulp it back greedily. I say goodnight to my brothers before heading back to climb into bed pulling Savannah in tight to my body until we both fall asleep.
I wake up about an hour later to the feel of a hot, wet mouth around my cock. Fuck, there is nothing better than waking up to a blow job. Especially a first thing in the morning blow job, regardless if it’s only 2 am, still counts, hey I’m a guy. She notices I’m awake as she smiles up at me, her mouth stretching wide around my hardening cock. “Mmmmm” she hums.
She pulls her mouth up off the large mushroom end of my cock, licking up and down my length, wetting my cock with each pass around she makes. She sucks hard, bringing me back into her throat as far as she can, my piercings rub over her tongue. FUCK, can she suck cock, I think to myself. Kelly didn’t like going down on me, so I rarely, if ever, got a blow job. And with my fuck buddies, I was there for one thing, fucking. Bad timing, I really don’t want to think about Kelly, or my fuck friends, especially not right this second. She deserves more than that. I shake thoughts of Kelly away and bring myself back to the present. Holy shit, I swear she is trying to put my entire cock into her mouth, “Don’t you have a gag reflex baby?” I ask in wonder. She shakes her head in the negative all while having her tongue flutter on the underside, gently massaging the large vein there. Every so often she looks up at me with her big, amber eyes. I tap her head to let her know I’m about to blow, and say, “Baby, I’m going to blow, so if you need to stop, now would be the time to do it.” But she doesn’t say anything and keeps sucking my cock, lightly massaging my balls in her left hand. Her right hand has a firm grip on the base of my cock as she twists and then slurps at my cock. Oh Fuck, I’m going to cum, I think, as I shoot stream after stream of hot cum right down the back of her throat. She takes every last drop of it, without complaint. I’m panting harshly, with a huge shit eating grin on my face.
“Damn that was good, Peanut,” I say, “Where did you learn to do that?” I ask. She giggles, “Lacey and I practiced on bananas, but the real thing is much better.”
“You can say that again” I joke while grabbing her and picking her up in a huge bear hug. I twirl us around my bedroom, loving the sound of her laughter.
I bend my head to kiss her, our tongues tangling. I can taste a hint of the tang of my cum which turns me on further. My cock is already hardening again, having recuperated from the amazing blowjob. I grip her tiny ass in my hands and move her so she is against the wall, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder opening her pussy to my mouth. I close my hot wet mouth over her slick and wet pussy, running my tongue from her center to her clit, eating her pussy like it’s my last meal. She comes almost instantly, her thighs squeezing the sides of my face, her body trembling. I pull her legs off of me and let her slide down the wall until she meets the tip of my cock, our eyes glued to one another. My cock is rock hard, seeping at the seam and eager to get inside her hot, wet pussy. I’m holding her ass for support as she slides down on my shaft, ever so slowly, un
til she is fully seated. Both of us moaning quietly. This moment feels surreal to me, our eyes connected and the air around us electric. We’re connecting on a soul to soul level, and that shakes the shit right out of me. I open my mouth to say something, then close it. What is happening here? This isn’t just sex.
With that thought in my head, I bring myself back to the task at hand and pull my cock almost entirely out of her body before slamming back in one swift stroke. I circle my hips, grinding into her pussy at just the right angle, my legs shaking with pleasure. I keep up a steady rhythm, watching her face the entire time, enjoying every expression of sensual pleasure that crosses her face. I know she is close, so I use my thumb to circle her swollen and throbbing clit until she comes loudly, shouting my name. I follow within seconds, grunting, filling her body with my seed. I’m panting harshly, and can feel her pussy ripple occasionally. She’s still clutching my ears in her hands and we haven’t taken our eyes off of one another, we sigh simultaneously and then break out in laughter. God I love her. Wait? What? The fuck? Now I think I’m in love? I don’t know what’s going on with me, and my thoughts, but I do know that I love spending time with her, and I love hearing her laugh. I dig my fingers into her side, just to hear her belly laugh. It’s so good to see her smile. My peanut is a positive ray of sunshine, and I’m so proud of her. She’s been through so much, and survived. My chest feels tight, and I acknowledge what I’ve been fighting for the last few weeks. I’m in love with this woman. This isn’t me, “having feelings” for her. This is all out love. I hug her tight to my body, and then walk us over to the bed and lie her down gently. She reaches out her hand and cups the side of my face as she smiles up at me. I climb into bed behind her and pull her bottom into me, rubbing my hand down her side, and along her hip. I kiss her shoulder, and say, “I’m so glad you’re here, Peanut,” I murmur. She doesn’t respond so I look down at her and see that she’s fallen asleep.
We wake each other several times throughout the night and wear each other out, I finally fall asleep thinking that tonight was the best night of my life.
I’m falling in love, no one and nothing can hurt my baby, my peanut. If anyone tries, they have to go through me.
I certainly didn’t think it would be me doing the hurting.
What a perfect night. I hug myself, my heart is so full of happiness. I’m falling for Reid. Oh who am I kidding? I’m totally gone for the man, as in madly in love with him. I know I’m inexperienced, but I’ve never once felt the slightest urge to kiss someone, or even a bit of interest in anyone. With Reid it’s different. From the first minute I knew I was safe and secure. But aside from my personal safety, the chemistry between us is off the charts.
But then as fast as it came, it’s gone as my smile falls away from my face as I remember everything that occurred over the two weeks of my captivity, and apparently I’m not out of the woods. He’s escaped, and we don’t even know if he’s going to come back after me. I shudder at the thought. There’s no way I’d survive it. I toss and turn for the next two hours, and I can’t fall back asleep. My mind won’t let me forget, and it just keeps churning. I slip out of bed so I won’t wake Reid. He’s sleeping so soundly, exhausted after our hot night of passion. I throw on one of his t-shirts and pull on some sweats and pad into the kitchen.
Deacon’s already in there, enjoying a cup of coffee, and smiles at me in greeting.
I smile and say, “Hey.” I’m still so shy around the boys, and I don’t know why. They are all so kind to me, and welcoming.
“Couldn’t sleep”? He asks. “I figured you two would have tired each other out to the point of just passing out,” he teases.
I blush, then smack him in the arm, “Deacon,” I say indignantly.
I’m still giggling and shaking my head, “No, I’m having really bad flashbacks.” Shit. Why did I say that out loud? I’m so embarrassed, I think to myself as I feel the tears form behind my lids. I close them quickly, willing them to go away, ashamed to be caught bawling, but once I pop that seal, there isn’t anything I can do to stop them from pouring down my face.
“Hey,” he says while pulling me into him for a big hug, “It’s going to be ok. We’re all here for you.” I rest my cheek against his chest and feel his heartbeat. He’s so steady, so calm. So Deacon. I’ve really gotten to know the guys over the last few weeks and they just don’t get any nicer or steadier than Deacon. He hides behind his tough guy persona when underneath he is a sweetheart. I pull away, embarrassed and wipe at the tears on my face. Maybe a hot cup of coffee will help. I pour myself a mug and sit down to enjoy it. I may have a teeny tiny addiction to coffee, and if I don’t get any, I’m miserable.
Deacon tells me he has a bunch of errands to run and gives me one last hug before he heads out.
Shortly after he leaves, the doorbell rings. I don’t want to wake Reid, just to answer a door. Besides, I’m sure it’ll be fine.
I open the door to an extraordinarily beautiful woman. She’s tall, about 5’10” with blond hair and blue eyes. She’s dressed impeccably and her makeup is flawless. She’s everything I’m not. I feel like a haggard wood sprite standing next to her in my sweats and oversized t-shirt. She lifts her nose in the air and sniffs, looking me up and down with disdain as she asks, “Who the hell are you?”
Excuse me bitch? I may look like a miniature sloth, but I don’t need that shit, I think to myself as I counter with, “Who the hell are you?”
I wait, my brow arched and I’m totally floored with her response. “I’m Reid’s fiancé, Kelly.” What? “Is he here?” You can hear a pin drop, it’s dead silent in the room. My stomach has sunk, and my heart is ripped in two. I’m sure any color I may have had has slid from my face. He’s just been passing the time with me, when he has a fiancé. I’ve given him all of me, everything a woman can give a man. And for what? I feel sick.
I look at her and ask her to wait in the living area while I get Reid, mentioning to her that he might be a bit as he’s on a call. Yeah, yeah, so sue me, I lied. I have to buy myself some time so I can get out of here. I mentally plan in my head what I need to pack and decide to call a cab, all before waking him. I don’t want any of his excuses, I just need to get the hell out of here. I’ll stay with my parents, they can keep me safe.
I tiptoe to his room and quietly pull all my things together, and then I think screw it, I’ll leave it here. I can send one of Daddy’s drivers back to pick everything up. I just need to get the hell out of here, it’s my priority. Quick as I can, I throw on some jeans and a light sweater and slip some sandals on my feet. I pull my purse over my head and then walk over to stare at Reid.
He is such a beautiful man, but how could he do this to me? I believed in him, in us, and he used me. But despite his lies, I want to memorize every feature. He may not love me, but I love him, deeply. I pull out my cellphone and take several photos of him, sleeping. I feel a bit stalkerish, but I want, no I need, some memories of him.
Here goes nothing, I think as I shake Reid’s arm and watch as his eyes focus on my face. I see a look of confusion cross his face as he sees me dressed, with my purse over my shoulder, and know he wants to ask me questions. I beat him to it, “Kelly is in the living room waiting on you,” I say. “You remember Kelly, right? After all, she is your fiancé.” I’m shaking, my entire body seemingly trying to fight the inevitable. I don’t let him speak as I finish. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t worry about my things, I’ll send Daddy’s driver around to pick them up.” I need to get out of here or I’m going to cry. I need to keep it together, I’m already humiliated but I don’t want to make it worse. I grab Reid’s hand, “Thank you for everything. You’re a good man, and I wish you every happiness,” I finish sadly.
“Wait,” he hurries to say, “There’s been a misunderstanding. Please don’t go. Not like this. Kelly isn’t anything to me. Please, you have to believe me.”
I turn to leave the room, as he runs after me, begging me to stay. He’s shouting
that I don’t understand, and that I’m not safe out there. He’s frantic, but I’m not listening as I slam out his front door and jump into the cab that’s waiting for me at the end of the lane. I don’t want to turn around, but I do, to see Reid running after the cab in his bare feet and waving his arms.
I see the cabbie look at me in the rearview mirror. “You want me to stop lady? That guy sure looks like he needs to say something to you.”
I shake my head while I say, “He’s said all I need to hear. Just drive.” I turn my head to stare out the side window, but I see nothing as I’m lost deep in my thoughts.
I called ahead to let my mom know that I’m on my way. Both my parents are waiting on the lawn when I arrive. Mom pulls me in tight to her, then pulls back to look into my face. “Oh honey,” she coos, “you look absolutely devastated. He broke your heart, didn’t he?” I can’t answer her, the words stuck tight into my throat. Like a little girl, I bawl and hold onto her for dear life, my shoulders and chest heaving as I sob. Mom is good. She doesn’t tell me that I’ll get over it, or anything else most people say. She just holds me, and listens.
“I should withhold payment from that ass,” Daddy says grumbling. “What did he do to you,” he demands.
“Daddy, what happened between Reid and I is personal and has nothing to do with whether you should pay him or not. Please don’t mix up my personal business with him doing his job. He kept me safe so he should be paid,” I can barely talk my throat is so clogged with emotion.
Daddy grumbles, but relents when he sees I’m serious about this.
I decide to have a hot shower, and ponder the events over the last 24 hours. I know I will never love another, like I love Reid. I always felt so safe with him, and I wonder if I’ll ever feel safe again someday. Until then, I need to take it day by day.
Little did I know, but my time is running out.
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