“What hurts, sunshine?” his nickname makes me smile, flashing the previous night in my mind like an undeveloped film roll.
“My…” I swallow trying to find the courage to tell him what he wants. “My hole. It aches. It hurts. It needs something.” I run my hand over my slit again, igniting all the nerves along my vulva.
“She needs me. She needs to be filled with my cock. Are you going to let me do that? Are you going to let me fill you up, make you mine, Molly?”
I whimper. “I want nothing more.”
“Wrap your mouth around my cock and touch yourself at the same time.”
I don’t question his wants or needs. I bend over the middle console where his elbow lays, and take his long, fat, shaft in my hand. I examine it. I’ve never seen one like it before. It’s perfect. From the base to the tip, it is the same size, and the head flares out right past the width. A bead of shiny fluid dribbles from the slit, and I flick my tongue out, finally satisfying my taste buds. I twirl my tongue around it like a lollipop, stretching my mouth as wide as it could go.
He tangles his hand in my hair and groans as I slide down his massive manhood. I choke when he thrusts too deep, and I lift my head off of him and stop fingering myself. “Sorry, sunshine. I imagined your throat as your pussy, and I got carried away.” He runs his right hand down my back and pulls my dress up. “Mmm,” he says and gives my globes a good slap.
I’m surprised when I moan. I like how the sting feels and the slight burn on my flesh.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” He puts the car in park and opens the door. “Thank fuck we are home.” He picks me up until I am straddling him, and then he swings his legs out of the car and starts to run toward the front door.
I yelp when he bunches my dress to my waist, and the cold air wraps itself around my skin. He slams me up against the door and abuses my lips with his. We kiss brutally, grinding against each other in a way that is forceful, like we are trying to grasp onto the need we have for one another. I want to get deeper. I want to get closer.
His cock is bare, hanging out of his pants, grinding against my soaked panties. He didn’t bother to tuck it in when we got out of the car. My back pinches against the door. The wood bruising my spine as he pushes his body on me harder.
Caden breaks the kiss, carving a path down my neck with his soft, hungry lips. He bites into my flesh and cups my breasts. My hands search for anything to hold on to, I stretch my arms above my head, trying to grip the trim. His hands cage my ribs and his forehead lands in the middle of my chest. Hot puffs of his breath heat my skin as he tries to gain control of himself.
My control is gone. It flew out the window on the way here. His cock presses against my panties, wanting in, wanting to release me from the chastity of my underwear. “I need you.”
Panting, I crawl higher on his waist, gripping his clothes to hold me up. “Get inside, Caden.”
“Are you sure?”
My eyes linger on the darkness of the sky, watching the clouds start to roll in. The stars are disappearing. The temperature starts to drop, and the fog from my lust infused breath is able to be seen now. Even with the nip in the air, it doesn’t do anything to cool the fire in my veins. “Yes, I’m sure. Get us inside, now.” I drop a kiss on the side of his neck, tasting the soap and sweat. I groan, lapping at the salty canvas like a vampire searching for their next fix. I mouth the same spot again and suck that portion between my lips.
Caden bucks, trying to toss his head back, latching onto my breasts and squeezing the mounds almost to the point of pain—almost. He tweaks my nipples as I dine on his neck, whimpering and licking his throat all at the same time.
He yanks my head back, and I gasp. “You are driving me up the damn wall.” He leans in close, but I’m not able to move my head to look at him, I can only avert my gaze down, and what I see staring back at me makes my heart skip a beat. His eyes are all pupil, his hair a ruined mess, and the spot on his neck is red, bruised, and wet from my spit. “You’re dirty, aren’t you? Beneath all that innocence...” He gazes longingly at me and flattens his tongue at the base of my neck. He licks all the way up until he is at my mouth, at which point he says, “Underneath all that virginity is a dirty, little minx, huh?”
I clutch onto the back of his shirt, digging my nails into his skin and rock my hips on his cock. “I don’t…” I try and catch my breath. “I don’t know.”
He backs away from the door, keeping a good grip on my ass as he reaches for the handle. He turns the knob, taking the first step forward into the dark room. The door slams as he kicks it shut, the bang reverberating through the house, through my bones. Part of the moon shines through the enormous windows in the front of the house, reflecting off the ripples of the water from the lake.
The house is quiet, full of silence from no one being home. All that can be heard is the desperate pants of our breathing and the rustling of our clothes hitting the floor as we make our way up the stairs to his bedroom. My mind is numb, my body is tingling, and I don’t know if it is from him, or from the five shots I had at the bar before stomping out from his caveman attitude. I’ll never say it out loud, but it turns me on when he gets like that.
“Caden!” I bounce on the bed from his tossing me so suddenly.
He doesn’t say anything. I don’t even know if he heard me. He rips his shirt off, and buttons fly everywhere, pinging against the wall. The nice, cream-colored button-up shirt is nothing more than a pile of rags now, hanging from his Adonis body. The sculpted curve of his pecs peak through the ruined pieces of cloth and his cock is hard and pointing through the hole from his zipper.
I swallow.
“Nervous?” he asks, undoing his belt.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Are we doing that again?”
“No.”
“You are really good at saying that.” He drops his pants, kicking them off until he is standing naked beside the bed. My dress is somewhere on the steps, and my bra is on the floor outside the door, leaving me in my wet panties. He teases his finger above the band, and my stomach jolts and quivers from the light touch.
“You know this isn’t just a one-night stand, right?” he migrates his finger up my left breast and traces my nipple.
No. Yes, the feelings are intense and out of this world, but do I think it is love? I don’t know. I’ve never been in love, and if this is what love is, I don’t know if I want it. Him and I are at each other’s throats more than half the time, and I need more out of life and love, than arguing with someone more than eighty-percent of the day.
Caden makes me feel overwhelmed with emotions I never thought I could feel, and I can’t imagine losing my virginity to anyone else because I doubt anyone will be able to ever make me feel half of what he does—even if most of what he makes me feel is maddening.
“We are going to have to work on your answers.” The bed dips when he crawls onto it, his cock dangling heavily as he settles between my legs—face first.
“Okay.” My mind short-circuits when I see the handsome man between my thighs. How anyone can look that good is beyond me. His jaw is square, his nose straight and not too big, his lips pouty and lush, his cheeks high and carved, and his hair—don’t get me started on his damn hair.
“You’re staring.”
“You’re easy to stare at.”
“Now that is an answer I can work with.” He dips his head further down, and the first strike of his tongue lashing on my clit makes me cry out. I tighten my legs around his head from the sensitivity it causes me, and he grips my thighs, spreading them apart. Any time I start to flex or tighten my muscles, he presses my thighs down, testing how flexible I really am. “You taste so good, Molly. I don’t think you understand what you do to me.” He licks up my slit, over my folds and clit. “You drive me wild, to the point of insanity. Like I need more of you.” He says with a hint of desperation and probs his tongue inside of my aching, hole, gathering all the juices he can. His eyes roll
to the back of his head, mimicking my facial expressions—except mine are from pleasure, not taste.
“You have me.”
“We will see about that.” He leans on an elbow, sliding two of his fingers through my folds, something no one has ever done. “I need to get you ready for me. I need to stretch you.”
That confuses me because isn’t tighter, better? He must see the questions written on my face because he smiles, inserting his fingers, stealing all the breath my lungs are capable of holding. “This feels good, but it is uncomfortable, right?”
I nod.
“Well, I’m going insert another finger, and another, until you can take all four of my fingers. When I take you, Molly, when I slide my cock deep inside you, I want to make sure I lessen the pain as much as I can.”
I try to not show my fear, but all I can think about is if two of his fingers felt they were about to rip me open, then his cock is going to kill me. I gulp. This is going to be a long night full of firsts for me.
I just don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Caden
I know she is nervous. Hell, I am, too. I’ve never had sex with someone I cared about before. The past few years have been leading up to this, while at the time, we had no clue—it all makes sense now. Seeing her in my bed, her blonde hair fanned out on my pillow, and her body writhing under me, solidifies everything.
I move my fingers in and out, feeling soaked walls hug them, and then I add another. She hisses, but her eyes roll to the back of her head. I want to make this good for her.
Her right hand slaps my chest, raking her nails down as her mouth drops open and she lets out a loud cry. “That’s it. Give it to me. Come for me, sunshine. Show me how good I make you feel.”
She nods quickly, panting. Her breasts jiggle from the intensity of her breathing, and she tries to push down on my fingers to get them to go deeper, but I stop her. “Any deeper and I’ll take what my cock wants with my fingers, and I don’t want that.”
“I want you. I want you so bad. Just take me now. I’m ready. I’m ready!” she yells, cupping her breasts in wanton. She looks like a goddess, biting her lips and feeling her own body to heighten her pleasure.
“I decide when you are ready.” I bury my face between her legs as I add another finger. I want to take the focus off the pressure that my fingers are causing. I don’t stop the jackhammer movements of my hand as I suck on her slit like a hungry animal. I want her to come, and with a few more thrusts and a nibble on her creamy pearl, she comes in my mouth. Her nectar sliding down my throat, quenching the undying thirst I’ve had for her lately.
I growl, sending vibrations through her sensitive clit. “Yes, Caden, again!” she shouts, pulling my hair so hard, I worry she might rip it from the follicles.
Growling again, like she asks, I pull my fingers free from her, spreading her folds until her clit stands erect at me. I dive back in, sucking her clit into my mouth and growl around the bundle of nerves. She lets a murderous cry rip from her throat, and my cock aches from the sound. I start dry humping the bed for some type of friction. I need it. I need to feel something on the flesh of my cock. The blanket cocoons around me, and while it isn’t her tight heat, it’s enough to take the edge of madness from my body. I want her so badly, I just want to flip her over and drive into her over and over again, but that can’t happen this time.
Maybe next time.
I rip my face from between her legs and rub my hand over her pussy, scooping up her slick juices and wrapping my hand around my cock. I need relief before I fuck her. I want this to last.
“Caden?” Her eyes are glossed over as she props herself up on her elbows.
I start a punishing rhythm and fuck my fist. Precome dribbles profusely from the tip, leaking down the bulging vein. I use it as lube, and the wet sounds are wild, dirty, and unfathomable outside this bedroom, which turns me on more. My balls pull tight, and I don’t know what makes me do it…but the need to claim her is strong. The need to make her my own. The urge to mark her. I don’t know. I stare at her swollen flesh, red and leaking cream, ready for me. We lock eyes, and the fucking lust I see staring back at me is all it takes for me to come.
I grit my teeth, spewing my seed all over her stomach, but I’m nowhere near done. I place the tip of my cock at her virgin entrance and let my come unload from my sack, coating her inner walls and hoping my seed latches deep inside her.
“Let me feel your cock… inside me, ” she whispers, spreading her pussy lips apart as she stares where we are connected.
I snap my head up to stare at her, sweat dripping down my face. “Fuck yeah,” I snarl, settling further between her legs. Come is still leaking out of me, filling her pussy without breaking her virginity. I feel smug and ruthless, but I don’t care. This woman is mine.
Sitting up, I spread her legs apart again. She has a habit of closing them when she feels too much, and I want her to feel everything. I want her to feel every inch of me, and every drop of me—everything. Her hands reach back to grip the headboard, causing her tits to look perkier from gravity.
I spread her folds with my thumbs and look down as I inch my way inside her red velvet cake. She hisses from the intrusion, but I don’t stop until I feel the barrier. I lift my gaze to her and see that her eyes are shut. “Open your eyes. I want to watch you as I take you.”
She doesn’t listen.
“Open. Your. Eyes.” I press against the wall keeping me from being buried deep.
She snaps her eyes open and stares at me with those brown eyes. They seem darker, like a sex storm is brewing and I’m in the middle of it, about to flood her gates. I let her get used to the large, invading member. Her juices get me slick. So slick that my balls are dripping from her want.
I surge forward, settling every inch of my cock inside her warm, wet depths.
“Caden!” she cries, and my entire body tenses from the pain laced in my name.
Bending down, I pepper kisses all over her face. “I’m sorry, sunshine. I knew it would hurt, but I should have been more thoughtful.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She cups my jaw with her hand, staring me in the eyes. “I promise.”
I still see lingering pain, so I don’t move. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Just go slow. Let me get used to you.” She kisses me once, and then twice, until our tongues are dancing, twisting together in a desperate serenade.
I don’t move. I keep statue-still until she gives me the go-ahead. I know I’m big, but feeling how much I stretch her to the limits makes me realize I need to be a little more careful with her. I watch her facial expressions and wait until the wrinkles between her brows disappear before I start moving.
I lean back, causing the last few inches of my cock to lodge inside her, making her gasp. Her walls clench around me, making me groan. I look down to where we are connected, lovingly, and I pull out slowly until the only part of me left inside her is the tip. I don’t surge forward. I ease my way back in, and those wet sounds from my cock entering her pussy have my spine tingling.
“Caden…” she groans, reaching for me.
I take one last look between us and fall forward, letting her arms wrap around my back to hold me close. After a few minutes, I pick up the pace and sink further into her with every stroke. “Fuck, Molly. You feel so goddamn good.”
“Don’t stop.” Her nails scratch down my back until her hands cup my ass, sinking me deeper inside her.
I place one hand on the headboard and the other on her hip to gain leverage. “Are you kidding? I’m never going to stop.” This time, I let loose. I hammer my cock inside her. My balls slap against her ass. I make sure to curl my hips at the very end of each stroke to rub against her sensitive clit. I want her to come like this. I want her to come at the same time I do so her spasming walls milk the come from my cock.
“Caden, Caden, Caden,” she chants, meeting my thrusts with her own.
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sp; I fall forward and take her mouth in a frenzied kiss. I taste sweat. Hers or mine, I don’t know, but it tastes fucking good. “That’s it. Tell me who is fucking you, sunshine. Scream my name.”
“Caden!” She arches her back and moans.
“Louder.” I punctuate my word with a hard thrust.
“Caden!” she cries out, and I know she is getting close because my cock just became impossibly wetter.
I take my other hand and grip the headboard, using it to pull myself as hard and as fast as I can. With every ounce of energy and strength, I fuck into her relentlessly, banging the headboard against the wall. “Fucking louder, Molly.”
“Caden, yes!” She screams to the point where my ears ring, and her pussy clenches tight around me; almost to the point where I can’t pull out again.
She is so tight, and my flesh is so sensitive, that one more squeeze from her walls pushes me over the edge. I grunt, debating if I want to pull out and come on her stomach, but she takes the choice away from me when she comes again, wailing my name into the room and biting my shoulder. “Fuck!” I growl, blasting my seed inside her for the second time tonight. I bathe her walls, soak her most sensitive parts, and still ram inside her, pushing my come deep.
“I feel you. I feel it. Oh, god!” She arches her back, and her pussy tightens again, and I lift up, wondering if I really made her orgasm against just from mine. She moves her hand to where we are connected and feels our combined juices. I watch as she brings her hand to her mouth and licks our come from her fingers.
I could come again. I really could.
My arms shake from the intensity of my orgasm, and I can hardly catch my breath. I have to roll us to our side to keep from squishing her, but I stay locked inside her, not wanting our come to go anywhere.
“Caden,” she moans, thrusting her hips back and forth, fucking my cock all on her own. She doesn’t go fast. They are lazy movements—slow and deliberate, like she is soaking up as much of me as she can.
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