by Jenika Snow
“I’m going to die if you don’t keep touching me.”
I’d never stop touching her.
“I’m going to give you so much you won’t know where I end and you begin.” While holding her gaze, I slipped my hand along the back of her knee, lifted her leg easily, and wrapped it around my waist. She had her hands braced on the table now, her chest arched up, her breasts looking so damn tempting in that plain powder-pink bra. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I moved my hand to cup her ass. She was perfect all around. I pressed my hard dick against her belly, heard her make this soft sound, and felt power move through me.
“I need you now.”
I’d give her all of myself. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her with my lips and tongue. I wanted to make her scream out in pleasure, to feel so incredible she clung to me for more.
I moved down and onto my haunches, parted her thighs again, and stared at her slit, which I could see clearly through her panties. Maddie looked at me, her breathing still increased, her need still evident.
How pink would her pussy be? How swollen and in need for me to stretch her, make her come?
I looked up at her, and while staring into her eyes, I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her pussy, feeling her heat, her arousal for me.
“When everything is all said and done, Maddie”—I added pressure—“I’m going to own this.” I looked back down at where my hand was, then slipped my fingers into the edge of her underwear and pulled them aside. Her bared pink flesh came into view, and her smell made me drunk. Her scent was incredible, addicting. “No one will ever have you but me.” I looked back at her face. “Say it.”
“No other man will have me but you,” she whispered.
I growled in approval and took her panties off the rest of the way.
Her first time might not be as soft and gentle as she deserved, but fuck, I’d make this good for her.
8
Deacon
“God,” Maddie said and tipped her head back, her throat arching and bared to me.
“I’m going to have you screaming more than that before the night is over with.”
“I need you,” Maddie moaned. I almost came right there, right in my damn jeans like a teenager.
“You could make me come without even being inside of you.” I groaned the words out. “Just hearing your voice can do that to me.”
She’s mine.
All I wanted to do was devour every part of her. “I want you to scream my name as I’m balls-deep in you, holding you down, making you get off all over my cock.” I stared at my stained hands on her creamy flesh. She was so sweet, so soft. Compared to me she was an angel and I a demon.
I wasn’t letting her go.
She was so fucking primed, her pussy soaked, her clit engorged. I knew if I touched her in just the right way, she’d come for me, explode like she’d reached the very heavens.
“I want you so much, Deacon.”
I didn’t lick her pussy, even if I desperately wanted to. Instead I blew a stream of warm air over her, and watched as the goose bumps popped out over her flesh. “How much do you want me?” I leaned forward, so close I could feel her body heat slide along my lips. God, she smelled incredible.
“I want you so much.”
I shouldn’t have been pushing her like this, wanting her to go out of her comfort zone, feeding my need to be filthy for her, but I couldn’t help myself. Truth was I wanted to hear her say she wanted my big, thick cock in her. I was desperate to hear her say she wanted me popping her cherry, stretching her, filling her with my seed.
“I want to feel you inside of me.”
Christ.
I was already addicted to her. I couldn’t stop myself then. I ran my tongue right through the center of her, lapping up her pussy arousal, needing to take it in, imprint it in my very cells. I licked her until my tongue was numb, until her very flavor, her very essence was ingrained in me. I gave her clit one last lick, wanting her to come for the first time when I was buried in her pussy, when I’d claimed her virginity.
I rose, gripped her behind the neck, and just stared into her wide eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down from her hairline. I lowered my gaze to the valley of her breasts, her chest rising and falling, beads of sweat lining that sweet section between the twin mounds. I didn’t stop myself from leaning forward and running my tongue up that valley, licking the droplets away, taking them into my very body.
I ground my hard dick right up against her belly, and the sound she made had me groaning. “You feel that?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. “You like it? It’s for you. All for you.” I ground myself against her again. “I’m so fucking hard, Maddie. So. Fucking. Hard.”
“I need you, Deacon.”
I slipped my hand to her nape and curled my fingers into her soft flesh, knowing I might be hurting her a bit with the pressure, but she didn’t complain. In fact, she moaned. I tilted her head to the side, leaned in, and licked a straight path from her collarbone right to the base of her ear. Her pulse beat rapidly right under my tongue, telling me just how worked up she was.
“You taste so good, Maddie.” I licked her throat again, never getting enough. “You want more?”
She nodded, her breathing rapid. She had her hands on my forearms now, her nails digging into my skin. My cock jerked at the sensation.
“No one else will ever have you.” She shook her head in response, and I growled low. “No one but me will ever know how good you feel.”
I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction desperately. I felt wild in this moment, so lost in wanting every part of her, wanting to make her feel good, that nothing else mattered. I stated removing her bra, my mind a haze, my actions on autopilot. With her naked naked for me, I took a step back, her body poised on the edge of the table, her legs slightly open.
You better believe I looked my fucking fill.
I stared right at her pussy, a trimmed patch of darker hair covering her. But her slit and pussy lips were bare. I reached down and palmed myself through my jeans. She was wet, glistening for me, and the sight of her little clit slightly protruding, that pearl sized nub engorged, had my mouth drying and my throat tightening.
She was ready, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
“No more foreplay. No more fucking around.” I gripped myself again through my pants. “I need to have my cock deep in your pussy.” I was ready to fill her up, to make her take it all, to make that wet spot on the bed when my seed slipped from her body.
“Oh. God,” she moaned. “Yes, Deacon.”
I was back in front of her a second later. I lifted her easily off the table, not about to make her first time in this dining room. She’d be in a bed, under me, arching for me.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I gripped both of her ass cheeks, the globes big, round. Perfect. I started kissing her then, while murmuring where the bedroom was. After she told me, I navigated through the house, still kissing her, not able to break it.
One we were in the bedroom, I didn’t bother closing the door, didn’t care if anyone happened to walk by and see me claiming my woman. When she was on the center of the bed, I took a step back and just looked at her. “Spread your legs for me.” She did what I asked right away. With her legs parted and her pussy right there for me to see, every coherent thought left me.
Take it slow. Show some control. Be gentle.
I got out of my clothes, the material confining, restricting what I wanted to do with her. But I made sure to watch her the whole time, to make sure she stayed in this place with me, her arousal still bursting.
Once I had the offending clothing off, I grabbed my cock and stroked myself from root to tip, staring at her pussy, visualizing how much she’d stretch for me, how much she’d take.
“Spread wider for me, Maddie, as wide as you can go.” I wanted to see her pussy lips part, to see the inner pink of her. And when she obeyed, I nearly went to my
knees and feasted on her cunt right then.
I jerked off faster, harder, using my pre-cum to lubricate my actions. I kept my focus on her pussy, her pink, slightly swollen pussy lips, and the little clit at the top. I breathed hard, my chest rising and falling, sweat starting to cover my body. I knew I wouldn’t last once I was inside of her.
I wanted her to touch herself, to play with her clit, get herself off while I watched, but the truth was if she did that, I wouldn’t be able to last. I’d come just from looking at her.
I knew without a doubt this woman—mine—wanted this just as fucking badly, and I wouldn’t deny her.
9
Maddie
I wanted to please him, to make it seem like he’d lose his mind if he didn’t have me.
He’s already like that.
I looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was huge, so thick and long, so hard for me. The sight of him jerking off, running his finger over the tip of his dick, getting his pre-cum and using it as lube, turned me on so much I felt like I was floating above this experience.
And then he was between my thighs, his hands on my inner legs, his warm breath skating along my pussy. He’d said he wouldn’t tease me anymore, wouldn’t torment either of us, but the feeling of having him so close to me had everything else stilling.
“As much as I want to lick this pretty cunt until you come, and make you scream my name, I need to fuck you. I have to be with you.”
Good, because I needed that too.
“You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you, but right now, once I have you in all ways, there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back.” As much as I enjoyed the foreplay, I was done with it. I needed him inside of me.
He made a gruff sound as he moved up the bed, his big body barely touching mine despite the fact he was over me. For long seconds we didn’t say anything, but then again, there didn’t need to be any words spoken. The chemistry, electricity that moved between us was tangible, coating the air, our skin.
“I’m going to be your first, your last…your only.” He had his hand loosely on my throat, not cutting off my air but letting me know in this moment he owned me. He slipped his hand down my neck, over my breasts, lingering on my nipples, and continued lower until he got to my belly button. He stilled, looking me in the eyes, letting me know he held the power right now. Then he moved it lower, gripped himself, and stroked his length a few times. I felt his motions and knew what he was doing.
“I know I should put a condom on, but baby, God, I want to do this raw.” His voice was so gritty. “I’m clean, haven’t been with a woman in years, in fact. But having nothing between us for this first time…”
My breath hitched. “I’m on the pill. I want to have nothing between us either.” I didn’t explain I was on the pill to regulate my periods, because none of that mattered right now. I didn’t want my first time hindered with rubber, and I trusted Deacon, even if we hadn’t known each other for years.
He rested his forehead against mine, breathed in and out slowly for long seconds, and then I felt the tip of him at my entrance. He added a bit of pressure, not penetrating me but letting me know he was right there. My back arched on its own. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you so full of it the sheet will be soaked beneath you, Maddie. It’ll be the proof of our passion for each other, the fact you’re mine in all ways.” He kissed me lightly. “It’ll be my mark on you.” His voice was low, dark.
“I’m yours,” I said without hesitation, without even a thought. He started sucking at the base of my throat, and all I could do was absorb the feeling, take it all in.
He leaned in close but didn’t kiss me. “God, I want you now.”
Then take me.
“Kiss me, Deacon.”
He had his mouth on mine, my words like a tether, pulling him closer, giving me the power. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat.
He made this distorted sound that told me he’d gone over the edge. I was already there, waiting for him, crying out. I knew being with Deacon would be rough, all-consuming, and uninhibited. I wanted all that and more.
“I can show you with my body what you do to me, what you mean to me, and what I want to experience with you.” He kissed me again, licking, sucking, drawing out my need. “But I’ll never be able to properly tell you with words. Never.”
The hot, hard length of him pressed between my thighs, a reminder that this would hurt but would also feel incredible. I shifted, spreading my legs even wider, not needing him to tell me. And when his cock slid right against my slit, my pussy lips framing his massive size, I gasped.
“God, I’m on fire,” he murmured. He started rocking back and forth, thrusting his dick on me, on my clit.
For long moments all Deacon did was thrust against me, bringing me higher, faster to completion.
“Hold on to me. Let yourself go.”
I had my hands on his biceps, digging my nails into his flesh, and heard him hiss in pleasure.
He thrust hard, pressing on my clit. I cried out softly, the feeling of exploding right at the surface, teasing me, tormenting me. Deacon thrust again and again, over and over until I felt that tendril of electricity move through me, until it was as though lightning had just gone through my entire body.
He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear. “You want me stretching this pussy, showing you how it feels to be fucked, to have your virginity taken by a real man?”
I nodded, not able to actually say words, to tell him how I felt verbally. He ran the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear, and I shivered in response.
“The things I want to do with you, want to experience with you…” He groaned, as if his words, and whatever he thought about doing with me, to me, caused something dark to stir within him. And before I could absorb all the sensations moving through me, Deacon placed the tip of his shaft right at the entrance of my body.
Everything inside of me stilled. I was so ready for this.
“This will hurt at first, but I’ll make it feel good as we continue.” That last word was said on a harsh groan. “Now, relax for me, Maddie baby. It’ll make it easier.”
“I want this the way you like to give it.” This might be my first time, but I didn’t want sweet and romantic. That’s not the type of man Deacon was, not the type of man I fell for.
The wide head of his dick was pressed against me, telling me what was about to come. It might be painful, but God, I was ready. I was so wet, so aroused, I knew this would forever change something in me.
There really was no going back. There was only moving forward.
“You sure you’re ready for me?”
I nodded. “Yes.” And before I could brace myself, Deacon thrust into me in one hard, powerful and thorough motion. My back arched, my mouth opened on its own, and this cry of surprise and pleasure spilled from me. The pain was sharp, consuming. The feeling of his cock lodged deep in my body took my breath away. He stretched me to the point that I didn’t even know if I could handle much more. But he didn’t move, allowing me to get accustomed to him, and as the seconds ticked by, my body relaxed. Deacon was just so large that there would be discomfort even if I hadn’t been a virgin.
He groaned above me, his entire body so hard, so tense. I could tell he was using a lot of strength to not push this, to give me time to adjust.
Beads of sweat lined his forehead.
“I need friction,” I moaned.
He made this deep sound, then started pulling out and gently pushing back in. The pain mixed with pleasure. The more time that passed, the more his actions became fiercer, stronger, consuming. The entire time Deacon focused on me, watching me under heavy-lidded eyes and making me feel like nothing else mattered to him.
“Fuck,” he gritted out again, moving his hips faster, harder against me. He pushed in so deep his actions had me shifting up on the bed. Over and over he did this, pushing in before pullin
g out so just the tip of his cock was lodged at my entrance. I watched as he leaned back, staring down at where we were connected, getting an eyeful of his cock stretching my pussy.
He slammed into me again and again, and I felt my toes curl, my eyes roll back in my head.
“Goddamn it,” he said, low, husky.
I rose up slightly, wanting to see what he saw. His length tunneled in and out of me, his abs contracting, his muscles on clear display. Glossy arousal covered him, but I also saw blood…my virginal blood on his shaft.
“You like what you see?”
I could only nod.
“The fact you’re watching me take you turns me on so fucking much, Maddie. I won’t last.”
When I had my back on the bed once more, giving myself over, surrendering everything, Deacon went wild. He pulled out of me but shoved back in just as quickly. The grunt he made was such a turn-on. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists, knowing I’d come for him in seconds.
God. Yes.
“Mine,” he groaned and tightened his hands, his fingers digging into me painfully, pleasurably. I absorbed the feeling. Deacon thrust back into me in one fluid, powerful and masculine motion. “Fuck,” he cursed.
“Faster,” I demanded. He started picking up speed and soon was fucking me with abandon, with the need and desire that came with being the type of man he was: rough, hard-core, raw.
“Oh. God. Yes.” I lost myself in the feelings, in the heights he was taking me to.
He curled his fingers into the flesh of my inner thighs, holding me down, making me take all of him. His touch hurt so good.
“Fuck. Damn it, baby, you feel incredible.” He thrust into me repeatedly, never breaking his motion, never giving me the chance to breathe. But I didn’t want to. If this was what suffocating felt like, I wanted to let the darkness swallow me whole.
