by J. M. Dabney
His Little Girl Wanted to Play
Violet was right where he said she’d be, sitting between his legs on the floor and with his arms around her. He didn’t resist touching her. His big hand cupped her breast since the touch was blocked by his legs and arms. She trembled as he played with her hard nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. He smiled at her gasp before she caught herself. His company was too engrossed in the game to pay attention to them.
He ached, and he could swear there was a wet spot on his shorts, but he didn’t give a fuck. He’d waited too long. Tonight she was his. He leaned farther forward and nipped at the shell of her ear.
“Really, y’all can’t wait to continue the foreplay until we leave?” Montes growled. “I’m going home, us single men can only deal with so much.”
Violet tensed in his arms, but he didn’t pay his brother any attention. Just continued to touch his woman the way he wanted. He watched her eyes close as he kissed down to her throat. Sucked lightly at her pulse point. He smirked as everyone gathered up their stuff, Renz broke down his game console, and finally, they were all gone.
“I ruined guy’s night.”
He’d thank them later for leaving and buy them all the beer they wanted.
He didn’t wait any longer than it took for the lock of the front door to click, and he had her straddling his lap. His mouth came down on hers, and he reached under her shirt, cupping her bare breasts. They were heavy and laid against her body. He loved that she never wore a bra around him.
“Fuck, you’re so soft and sexy.” He tugged her closer until his cock notched between her pussy lips through her thin pants. He could feel the heat and wetness. “Shit, baby, you’re soaked.”
He ripped her shirt over her head, and he groaned as she whimpered when her breasts flattened against his chest. He rubbed his hairy skin against her, and her nipples pulled even tighter. He kissed her as she rocked against his dick. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she hugged his head and roughly sank her fingers into his hair. The burn at his scalp made his hips jerk upward. His tongue pushed deeper into her mouth. He traced the sharp edges of her teeth. As he pulled away for a breath, Violet’s ragged breathing rushed hot against his cheek.
He flipped them until she was under him on the couch. She was so tiny that she was rubbing her pussy against his stomach.
“I want in you, now.”
He reached between them and hooked his hand into the waistband of her pants, tearing them roughly down her legs. It was awkward stripping away the last of her clothes, but he couldn’t bear to let her go.
Fuck, he hadn’t seen anything that sexy in his fucking life. Her pubic curls were thick, a perfect triangle of dark hair. With her legs open wide he could see the glistening lightly furred lips. Shit, he hadn’t seen a natural pussy in forever. He covered her fully with his hand and pushed his fingers between her slick labia, and he breached her with one finger. Her hips jackknifed off the cushion and she cried out.
“That’s right, baby girl, ride my finger.” He used his thumb to tease the hard nub of her clit.
Fingering her, he shifted until he stood and pushed his shorts off.
“Oh, no, my toys aren’t that big.”
He heard a slight twinge of fear in her voice, and she started to move away, but he curled his finger inside her, locking in place.
“Baby, you’ll be good and ready before I take you. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. Our first time isn’t going to be rough and quick, that’s for later after I’ve got you nice and used to taking my cock.”
There was a rush of fluid around his finger, and it pooled in his palm.
“That’s right, little girl, give it all to me.”
He knelt on the floor, placed her leg over his shoulder as he replaced his thumb with his tongue. Her flavor filled his mouth, sweet and musky. He could eat her all night and be a happy man. Her soft dimpled thighs squeezed his head as she squealed and whimpered as she rode his mouth and finger. His free hand went to her breasts, curling his hand over the top of the left one and clasped the heavy softness.
She was everything he’d ever wanted in a lover and didn’t know it. She was soft and full, her curves gave and allowed him to mold them. Her body moved and jiggled as she writhed. He pushed a second finger in to join the other, gently stretching her. She was fucking tight and as much as he wanted to feel her wrapped snug around his cock. He wouldn’t hurt her. She should never have anything but pleasure from him. He sucked on and off her clit as she clawed at his scalp.
He couldn’t take anymore. He pulled his fingers from her pussy, licking them as she watched him under heavy eyelids. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles. There was no way he could resist kissing her as he made his way to his bedroom. He stopped at the top of the stairs and pressed her back against the wall, the tip of his cock pushed between her lips. Against his will he thrust, feeling the resistance of her pussy.
He groaned as he reached under her thigh and grabbed the base of his cock, he held it as he thrust. He broke the kiss as she screamed and his head rolled back as her pussy strangled the first few inches of his dick.
He shallowly fucked her, torturing himself with the feel of his bare cock surrounded by her.
He studied her face, her eyes were squeezed closed, and her lips were parted. Her hips were arched forward, and she was so tense that her muscles shook while her heels dug into his lower back.
“S’tight,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “S’fucking good, baby girl. Made for my dick,” he groaned as he slammed his hips upward until he was balls deep. “Oh shit, baby, are—” His question was cut off as she rolled her hips and ground down on his cock. His dick jerked and the pleasure bordered on pain. Shit, he had to get to his bedroom.
He didn’t pull out. He enjoyed a moment of feeling her bare and wet, hot and silky around him.
“We need a condom now.” His voice was harsh with the strain as she bounced on his cock as he rushed for his room. He finally pushed through his bedroom door, laid her gently on the bed and reluctantly eased out of her.
He stood beside his bed as he stared down at her. Her hands cupped her breasts, played with her nipples and he could see she was all slick and wet, her inner thighs shimmered with her cream. He looked down at his cock and saw the evidence of her need slicked along his shaft, glistening in the curls at his thick base. His hands shook as he jerked open his drawer and found a condom, checked the date. It had been too long since he’d needed one.
He tore open the packet, pinched the tip and rolled it down his length. He turned back to the bed just in time to catch her playing with her little clit. Stroking her fingertips just over the tip of it.
“No, that’s all mine, baby.”
“It was mine first.”
He fell onto the bed and licked her hard nub that peeked from between her caressing fingers.
“Now, it’s all mine.”
“I need bigger toys. You’re going to ruin me.”
“No more toys, unless I get to watch you play with them.” He smirked as he crawled up her body. “Have you done this before, baby?” He knew Lauren said she was innocent, but with how sexy she was, he had his doubts. She dropped her gaze from his. “No, don’t be shy, I had you on my cock a few minutes ago. I should’ve been gentler.”
“No one’s ever wanted me, and I won’t break.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“It is what it is.”
He growled as he wrapped his hand around his cock and lined up. “You’re mine from this day forward. You understand what that means?”
“I got a boyfriend now.”
He wanted to wipe that teasing smile off her sexy mouth.
“Fucking right.” He slammed all the way in and loved the way her body arched, and she let out a long, low moan. He rode her hard as she wrapped her hands under his headboard. Her breasts swayed as he thrust deeper and firmer. His hips had her thighs pushed all the
way to the sides, almost flat to the mattress. Fuck, she was so small compared to him.
He held himself up to watch his cock disappearing into her red, stretched hole.
“Fuck, you’re sexy, all split wide.”
He pulled out and flipped her to her hands and knees.
“Not like this—”
He brought his hand down to her pale ass cheek, and it wobbled just right. “I want to see this ass bounce as I fuck it.” He thrust back into her as he grabbed her hips. With every slam of his cock into her, he watched the sexy jiggle of her ass. Then she was cursing and slamming back onto his cock. He held still and let her fuck herself on him.
“Spank me again, fucking do it,” she demanded.
“Anything my girl wants.” He spanked one cheek then the other, over and over, and felt the way her pussy clenched around him with each strike.
“My toys never felt like this.”
Even as he smiled his balls ached, and he was so close that he reached around her and spanked her pretty swollen lips. She fell forward, and she whimpered, begged him to make her cum. He pinched her abused clit, and her scream was music to his fucking ears. She tightened so fucking rigid around him that he groaned in pain, then he wrapped his hands around her hips and rode her hard, thrusting his cock into her pussy repeatedly until he couldn’t hold back. He slammed his hips to her ass one more time and spilled into the condom. He blanketed her back, curled his arms under her and curved his hands over her shoulders. He fucked into her in shallow thrusts until it was too much and he stilled, savoring the rhythmic pulses of her body around his still half-hard cock.
“Shit, baby.” He kissed her sweaty cheek and felt her thighs tremble against his and then he noticed she was moving her hips, whimpering. “You want to cum again?”
She nodded her head, and her cheek rubbed against his. He smoothed his hand down the center of her body, over the rounded plane of her stomach. He gently rubbed her clit knowing she was too sensitive after the pussy spanking and she jerked.
“Such a good girl, getting off so hard for me, but you want more, and I’ll always give you what you want.”
He started slow and tender, building the pressure until she was bucking under him. He loved the way she ground down on his cock.
“I—”
She cut herself off, and he watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
“What is it, all you have to do is ask, and it’s yours.”
“Would you—”
“Would I what?”
“Play with my ass.”
His spent cock jerked, and he didn’t waste time, he straightened, still stroking her clit. He gathered up some of her wetness on the fingertips of his free hand and brought it back to her tight hole. The wrinkled skin resisted the prod of his thick finger. When it gave, her back arched up, and she flooded around his cock still buried inside her.
“Oh, baby girl, you were fucking made for me.” He eased his finger and cock from her, then eased her down onto the bed.
Her hair was stuck to her sweaty face, and she was splayed across his bed. He left her only long enough to dispose of the condom, clean up and get a warm wet rag to clean her up. As he washed her swollen pussy, he studied her. He set the cloth on the floor beside the bed, and he lay down beside her, then drew her into his arms. She threw her thigh over his.
“You okay, baby?”
She hummed, and her plump lips pulled into a satisfied smile, a man couldn’t get a better compliment than that.
“And I didn’t think you liked me.”
“I thought the same. I’ve wanted you since you showed me that sexy ass that first night.”
“Oh fuck, I still can’t believe I did that.”
“Thank you for letting me be your first.”
“My toys were the first.”
He loved the argument because it was so Violet.
“Break my heart why don’t you?”
“Sorry,” she laughed.
“Let’s get some sleep, I don’t work tomorrow, so I expect morning sex.”
“As you wish.”
He kissed her forehead, her nose and then her mouth. He smiled as she cuddled against his side as she got comfortable. Her breathing quickly evened out, and he lay there savoring her warmth and the weight of her. She doesn’t know it yet, but he was going to keep her. He hadn’t lied when he said she was made for him. It was quick, but he didn’t care. Only a month had passed since his woman had tackled him, but he noticed the difference between the way she reacted to him and others. Violet didn’t feel angry with him. She was open and let him shower her with affection.
Violet had to feel something for him. He’d give her time to get used to being his, but in his gut, he knew she was it for him. He pulled the covers over them, closed his eyes, and he pressed one more kiss to her forehead before he let himself relax enough to sleep.
Violet Never Did A Morning After Before
A big body was curled up around her when Violet woke up. Strong arms held her tight, and just as she was about to scoot to the edge of the bed and escape, the night before flashed in her head. Shit, she’d slept with Gio, hot, gorgeous firefighter. What the fuck had she been thinking? He’s seen her in all her unshaved and natural glory. The fucking man lived beside her. She saw him almost every day. They were friends for fuck’s sake. Oh fuck, he saw her naked.
“If you’re going to run, make coffee before you leave.” Gio’s voice was husky as he scooted up closer behind her. “Or option two, we have morning sex, and then you make coffee before you run.”
“No wonder you’re single, your sweet morning talk has me so swoony and weak in the knees.”
The rough chuckle that ruffled her hair caused her to smile. “Good thing you’re lying down then. So, what about that morning sex?” His big rough hand squeezed her breast like he was honking a fucking horn.
She growled and rolled, pushing him to his back so she could straddle his hips.
“Got that running shit out of your head.” He smugly smiled up at her and crossed his arms under his head.
“Why do I like you again?” She crossed her arms under her breasts and watched his gaze as it locked on the plump oversized curves.
“Because I’m sexy?”
His fingertips teased her nipples causing them to tighten into big hard nubs. If she had anything she was self-conscious about, it was her nipples. Those bastards when erect could be seen from outer space.
“Nope, seen sexier.”
“Because you like my dick?”
To emphasize his point, he pushed the base of his cock deeper between her plump pussy lips.
“It’s alright, a little crooked, and really, dicks ain’t pretty. Besides I can get better at the sex shop.”
“You a Pro-Domme or something? Because, damn, you could get paid a fortune for your humiliation techniques alone.”
“I have been thinking of a career change.”
Why the fuck was she so happy just sitting there on his morning hard-on and talking? She hated everyone except Lauren, but that woman was her best friend. She hadn’t known Gio long enough for the level of absent irritation. Even the honking of her breast and his smug look only amused her. She uncrossed her arms and drew patterns on his hairy stomach with her nails.
“Why were you thinking of running?”
She huffed and threw her head back. Staring up at the ceiling, she wondered if she wanted to tell him the truth or a version of it. Gio’s hands cupped her hips and moved up to her sides; they were so big that they covered her ribs. Gio gave her a little shake.
“Talk.”
She lowered her head and brought her chin to her chest. “I’ve seen all those women who shave, wax and pluck every stray fucking hair. I wiggle.”
“I like when you wiggle.” He used his thumbs to push against the underside of her breasts and caused them to bounce.
“You’re weird.”
“Not weird, unique, and why the fuck do women have to live up
to every bizarre fad that’s reported as the new sexy thing? So, you’re not shaved bare, if people like it that’s their thing. That doesn’t mean everyone has got to do it. I happen to love every curve and hair. Or didn’t I prove that enough last night?”
She looked down to watch one fingertip stroke the line of fine, pale hair that went from her belly button over the curve of her lower stomach to the top of her bush. She watched his expression. Studying the changes, the way he licked his lips and the tight curve of his mouth. His cock jerked beneath her, and she couldn’t help when her hips rolled.
“If that’s what I wanted, I’d find it, but it’s not, and I won’t regret that last night I had my head between your thighs licking those fuzzy pussy lips or my cock buried inside you. I’ve wanted you since you tackled me. I won’t be ashamed that I like the woman sitting here straddling my hips talking to me.”
“Shouldn’t the morning after be all flowery and romantic, or awkwardness paired with a walk of shame?”
She’d always assumed her first time would be her walking out of some strange guy’s or a boyfriend’s place to never call or be called again. She hadn’t expected to be sitting there naked and talking like it was any other day. She reluctantly admitted to herself she liked it. She really liked Gio.
“I don’t want you ashamed when you walk out my door. If you are, then I didn’t make you feel like I should’ve. Don’t get me wrong, I hadn’t planned last night, and I thought I was just a girlfriend with chest hair. I was pleasantly surprised to find out I didn’t have to pretend that I didn’t want you or what happened.”
She flinched slightly as he stretched out his arm and reached into the open drawer of the nightstand. He removed a condom, and he nudged her stomach with his free hand. She observed his every move as he ripped open the packet, slid the condom on and tapped her hip.
“Hop on…we’re going to play a game.”
“That sounds like the start to a bad horror movie.” He snorted and seemed to ignore her sarcasm.
“First one to break has to make coffee and breakfast.”
She rolled her eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the base, holding him up and she moaned a little at the slight discomfort as she lowered herself down the thick length.
