Church

by Michelle Hughes

  I couldn’t breathe as he continued to pet me and I was embarrassed that I didn’t want him to stop. Shaking my head, lost to the sensation, I whispered, “No.” My hips rotated against the pleasure he was giving and I wanted more.

  He chuckled and a finger slid inside knuckle deep, I tried to close my legs, but I guess he anticipated the movement because his knee pressed between them. “Never deny me, Ashley. This is mine.” Slowly, he inched in and out of my gripping passage and I felt the first stirring of what passion felt like. “So fucking tight. You’re going to feel like heaven on my cock.” The pleasure was mounting and I moved in sync with his finger begging him to give me everything.

  I was so close. “Sebastian.” His name escaped my lips on a whimper, and I wanted to slap him when he withdrew. Turning me to face him, he pushed me back to the bed until the back of my legs touched it and I fell into a sitting position.

  “You’ll earn it.” When he whipped off his towel, my eyes instantly strayed down to his sex and I gasped. He was incredibly well-endowed and I was both fascinated and horrified. “Wrap your hand around it.” His demand wasn’t gentle and the look in his eyes was pure fire.

  I was an intelligent woman, so I knew what he was asking, in theory. Gripping my hand around the base, I was terrified when my fingers didn’t meet. “You’ll rip me apart.” That wasn’t feeding his ego, it was stark fear.

  “Have you changed your mind?” My concern meant nothing to him, and he didn’t deny my claim. I should let go of him and run. That was sane. What wasn’t was my hand learning his feel and finding the strange steel versus satin intriguing as I stroked him. How could something so hard be that soft.

  A drop of liquid escaped the thick mushroom shaped head, and my fingers moved over it in fascination. “Taste it,” he demanded. It didn’t cross my mind not to obey, and I lowered my head, curious about his flavor on my tongue. It was salty and not what I expected, but I discovered I enjoyed it. Suckling on just the head, I had no idea what I was doing.

  “More!” He tangled his hand in my hair, gripping tight and he pushed a few inches into my mouth, startling me. I tried to pull back, but his hand tightened. “Don’t deny me this. Relax and let me take your mouth.”

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about him doing that, but I assumed this was part of our deal. I forced myself to let him use me that way and he slowly inched that huge monstrosity in and out not giving me much of his length. My jaw ached from widening to accept him then he fed me more, bumping against the back of my throat and I whimpered.

  Looking up at him, I begged for a reprieve with my eyes since my mouth was full of him. “Don’t give up yet. You’re sucking my cock like a champion.” His words were rude and oddly soothing at the same time, and I didn’t understand how I could feel okay with what he was making me do.

  When he began to move faster, I panicked, tears filling my eyes, afraid I’d choke. They spilled down my cheeks and he pulled out. “Fuck. Use your hand.” He didn’t yell the words, but I could tell he was angry all the same. I didn’t like him being angry. Gripping him again, I pumped and his hand covered mine making me move it faster until his essence spilled over our fingers.

  “Go clean yourself up in my bathroom and bring a warm cloth back for me.” He pulled me up and pushed me in the direction he wanted me to go and I ran. So much for being brave. I felt like a scared little girl again and had to run from the big bad wolf.

  Sebastian hadn’t hurt me, only scared me, and I knew there was no real reason to be afraid. The minute tears fell, he’d conceded, making me believe he was only half the monster I’d thought him to be. It felt strange having my mouth used to pleasure him that way, but not horrible. I doubted when he took me the other ways I’d be able to say the same.

  The thought of his huge appendage taking me from the front or back would be horribly painful. He was too big and I knew my body was going to fight to accept him. So, why did I want to know what that would feel like now? I’d loved how he touched me. My body came alive with his finger inside me. Cleaning up quickly, I put a rag under the hot water, rang it out, and walked back out to him.

  He glanced down as he sat on the edge of the bed, and I knew what we wanted. Using the cloth, I removed all evidence of his orgasm, then continued to stroke him until he was hard again. “You want to mouth fuck me again?” His words were mocking and I widened my eyes in fear. “Didn’t think so,” Grabbing the cloth from my hand, he motioned to the bed. “Bend over it spread your ass cheeks wide and don’t move a damned muscle.”

  I bent over like he’d asked and spread my legs a few inches. “Don’t make me show you what I want, I’ll take that virgin ass right now if you don’t spread wide and hold yourself open.”

  The thought of him taking me that way was more terrifying than being embarrassed by showing off my body, so I did what he asked. Gripping my ass cheeks, I spread them. It was humiliating! I tensed when his mouth lowered to my sex, and his tongue slid over my slit. “Don’t you dare let go of that ass.” Without warning, his tongue began plunging in quick darts inside my gripping folds, and I was crying out with a pleasure I’d never known existed. Then he stopped.

  “Don’t move.” He left me there with my sex exposed to the air and dripping wet, and my body was clenching and releasing in need. When he returned to me, I felt something a little bigger than his finger enter me, then press against my other entrance. Of course, I tensed! “Relax!”

  Because him yelling at me made me want to do that. Griping in my mind, I forced myself to let him slide whatever the thing was in, and it didn’t stretch my body much. Then it began to vibrate and I cried out. His tongue moved back to devouring my sex and before I could catch my next breath I came so hard I could barely see straight.

  “If you could see how wet your little pussy is right now you’d be amazed. There’s a dirty little whore in you waiting to come out, and I can’t wait to play with her. He pulled the object out of my ass and then lifted me up. “Even now your cream is sliding down your legs.”

  I hated that he was right. I had found some perverse pleasure in what he’d done to me. I attempted to stand up, and his hand pushed down on my back, forcing me to remain face down on his bed. “Let me up, Sebastian.” My humiliation was complete, he’d proven that I was helpless to resist the temptation.

  “Why should I? Are you not mine?” His hands moved to squeeze my ass, and I wanted to cry out in frustration but not because I hated it, only that it felt good to have his hands on me.

  “I will never be yours, but my body is for now.” Gripping the comforter tightly as his fingers moved back to stroke me, I’d never hated or wanted a man more. He was the devil for making me ache for his touch.

  “Do you know what I think, Ashley?” His long finger slid in deep and I gasped as he curled it hitting some mysterious spot that touched all my nerve endings.

  “Wh. What?” I could hardly breathe as he began fingering me again. Now I was stuttering and wishing I had the strength to resist what he made me feel.

  “I think.” He added another finger, slowly stretching me as he pumped slowly. “You’ll be whatever I want you to be.” He brought me right to the edge again and stopped and I knew he was nothing more than a monster. “Don’t move.”

  I heard something ripping and movements behind me and wanted to turn back and see what he was doing. Or maybe I didn’t want to know. His hands drug me to the edge of the bed, and I felt him come between my legs, knowing now what he’ planned. “I’m afraid.” What a weak thing to say. Instantly I hated myself for speaking.

  “There’s only one way to get over a fear.” I cried out as his thick shaft thrust forward ripping away my innocence and stretching me to the point where I wasn’t sure my body would ever be the same again. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He continued pressing forward without hesitation or concern until I felt his balls against my ass.

  “I can’t. Please. It hurts.” I could beg for a reprieve, anything to make him take that thing out
and stop the pain.

  “You can, so relax. Take a deep breath and let it all go Ashley.” The asshole was completely still and giving me advice like this was some easy thing to do when I felt every hard inch of him stuffed inside me and tormenting.

  “Screw you, Sebastian.” Tears streamed down my cheeks and I hated him even more than I had before, which was hard to do. His hips rotated slightly and I cried out again. “Stop!” I wanted to rake my nails down his face, kick him in the crotch, but I was impaled and could barely breathe.

  When he slid free, for a moment I didn’t move, happy to have the agonizing pain end. Then I forced myself up and began slapping his face, punching him, anything to make him hurt the way he’d hurt me. “I want to kill you.” I’d never spoken those words to another person in my life, but I meant it.

  Challenged

  Sebastian

  I’d never slid inside a pussy that tight before and I wanted to fuck her like there was tomorrow. Sliding free was torment, and I wasn’t sure why I did it. She’d already sold herself to me. I could use her body however I’d liked, that was the agreement. Those damn tears. I hated to see a woman cry.

  I allowed her to beat the shit out of me, until I’d had enough. It wasn’t like her fists really hurt, but she forgot her place. “That’s enough.” She was still crying and there was no denying I’d hurt her. A small trail of blood slid down her thigh, and covered the head of my cock. This virginity shit wasn’t for the weak. Pulling her against my chest, I held her until she stopped struggling.

  “I need the bathroom.” I released her and she almost fell to the floor.

  “Shit.” Lifting her in my arms, I carried her inside and sat her down on the toilet. “I’ll run you a bath and then you can decide if you still want to stay with me.” I wasn’t sure if I could let her go. Maybe it was because I’d popped her cherry, or she was the first woman I hadn’t pleased while fucking. I didn’t know but I wasn’t ready to end our arrangement like this.

  “Can you just give me some privacy?” Her arms were wrapped around her abdomen, and I could tell from the grimace on her face she was still in pain. What the ever-loving fuck. Why did women even have sex the first time if it made them hurt like that?

  “I’m not sure you can stand up yet.” My cock was huge, and I was proud of it, but not while she was suffering. A little soreness after a few hours of non-stop fucking that was all good, but this? I never wanted blood on my dick again. Walking over to the tub, I ran hot water and plugged it.

  She let me lift her up and put her in, which I guess was generous after what I’d done. Her gasp as the water touched that pussy I still wanted to fuck like a madman, make me feel like an ass. “Are you all right?” A little late to ask now, but I had to.

  “Like you care.” Her stubbornness was returning and I grinned. If she could be a smart ass then her body wasn’t hurt that badly. It was much better than those tears. Fucking tears. Of all the things to bother a man like me!

  “Only because I want to finish what we started and that’s hard to do if you can’t walk.” I wanted her angry, needed that emotion instead of the other weakness. Rage I could deal with.

  “I’m not sleeping with you again tonight.” Fear was also something I could handle, but I wasn’t going to push her any further than I had for now.

  “I want you healed before we fuck again. You won’t bleed again, right?” That shit screwed with my head. I’d never slept with women who didn’t know how to handle my game, and this was the reason.

  “You’re really sick. No, it’s a one-time thing.” Her sneer was adorable, but I was sure she didn’t want to hear that from me.

  “I haven’t even begun to show you the level of my depravity yet, sweetheart.” Inside, I was relieved and thankful she wasn’t suffering, but I’d never let her know that. I climbed in the tub with her, wanting to wash away the blood and forget that I’d caused her pain that way.

  “Don’t.” She scooted to the back of the oversized tub and I felt a small sense of shame that she was afraid of me. Instead of allowing that to grow, I got angry, it was how I dealt with emotion.

  “I told you I’d let you heal first.” Bathing off quickly, I didn’t spare her a glance.

  “How can I trust you?” She stood up, climbed out of the tub, and wrapped a towel around that delectable body I wanted to see more of.

  “I’ve already told you once, I don’t lie. Don’t make me remind you again.” Letting the water drain, I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. “Go get in my bed.”

  “But you said?” I didn’t even let her finish the words. I refused to let her piss me off. Snatching off the towel, I dried her off then picked her up in my arms, carrying her to my bed, and letting her feet touch the floor. Pulling back the sheet and comforter, I motioned to it and like an obedient little pet, she climbed in looking at me with no trust in those emerald eyes.

  “Go to sleep, Ashley.” Turning my back on her, I returned to the bathroom to dry off, then came out again and grabbed a pair of boxers from a drawer. I never slept in clothes, hated that shit with a passion, but tonight I didn’t trust myself. When I climbed in bed, I kept as much distance as I could between us. I wasn’t giving in, just allowing a reprieve.

  She had turned onto her side, and inched to where she was just barely hanging off the mattress. It pissed me off. Never in my life had any woman tried to stay away from me. It was a novelty and I didn’t like it. Yanking her over to me, I pressed her head on my chest. “Get some sleep!” Losing my temper went against the self-discipline I demanded of myself, and I caressed her hair in apology.

  When those soft little sobs racked her frame, muffled by her hand over her mouth, I was screwed. “Are you still in pain?” Lifting her chin forcefully, so I could see her eyes in the soft glow of the lamp, I felt like the vilest piece of shit on earth. “Answer me, Ashley.” Keeping my voice soft, I didn’t want her fear again.

  “It wasn’t supposed to be like that.” She attempted to pull her chin out of my grasp, I refused to allow it.

  “The fucking?” I don’t know what she expected. I ate her sweet little pussy until she came, making sure she was wet for me. At her small nod, I released a harsh breath. “It’s all I know.” I’d never been patient in bed, the women I’d been with wanted the animal I could be. If I’d been a better man I’d let her go. I wasn’t.

  “I don’t want you to hurt me like that again.” The stubborn lift of her chin, even as I held it firmly made me grin. She had no problem telling me what she didn’t like.

  “Then you’ll have to be on top next time.” I had no problem letting her tight little pussy take control a few times.

  “How is that going to be any better?” Rolling her eyes, she pulled back, and this time, I let her. Surprisingly, she didn’t move to the opposite side of the bed, but turned on her side facing me, making sure the blanket was covering her to the chin.

  “Because you’ll control how deep and fast you’ll take me in.” Thinking about it instantly made me hard. “Unless you want to start experimenting, I suggest you go to sleep.” I pulled back the cover and showed her my raging hard on and her eyes widened like saucers.

  She attempted to turn over and I wasn’t allowing that, dragging her back to lay on my chest. “Don’t tempt me anymore than you already have.” She stilled and I reached down to grab my cock, stroking with intense pulls. I could feel her eyes watching me get off, and it was oddly exciting.

  “You like that, do you?” I chuckled as she buried her face in my chest. “I don’t mind you watching.” Whether she did or not was of little consequence, I had a need and was fulfilling it. Gripping tighter I fisted my hand up and down my cock until I felt the familiar tension of release and grunted as I came. I allowed my breathing to return to normal before opening my eyes and she was staring curiously.

  “Is this the only cock you’ve ever touched?” Normally, it wouldn’t matter, but with her, it did.

  “I don’t like the nasty t
alk.” Was there a woman her age still that innocent? Her face was flushed and the pink tint to her cheeks turned me on. Fuck. This girl played on some weird feelings I wasn’t aware I had.

  “Then answer the question and I’ll stop asking.” Feeling sticky, I wanted to go clean up, but I’d have my answer first.

  “Only yours. Does that make your ego feel all better?” That sassy mouth of hers needed to be filled up but I chuckled.

  “It really doesn’t matter, I just wanted to hear you say it.” Sliding out of bed, I pulled down my boxers and shed them. I didn’t turn to see if she was looking at my ass, but I betted she was.

  When I made it back to bed she was already sleeping. I enjoyed that she was worn out, I only wished she had more fun getting there. I would make her crave my cock more than air before I was done. Nothing else would do. After climbing into bed, I got the best night sleep I’d had in a long time.

  The blare of the alarm clock the next morning surprised me, since I usually woke up before it went off. The blanket had slid off as she slept and I got a delectable view of the perfect body in my bed. Long, lean legs, softly rounded hips, a flat stomach, and tits that were full and begging for my lips on those pale pink nipples. I had a thing for that color on a woman’s breasts. Not willing to ignore those peaks, I leaned over and cupped one of those full mounds and suckled it deep into my mouth.

  She could hate me all she wanted, her body responded instantly. I slid my hand down that smooth skin between those thighs, and lightly stroked over her clit. She opened her eyes sleepily and smiled. I was sure she wasn’t really awake yet or that expression wouldn’t have found her face.

  Massaging that little nub, I loved how wet she got for me and suckled her nipple harder. Her hips arched up and I knew she was about to come so I rubbed faster until her soft cry of pleasure echoed in the room and her eyes widened in shock. “Good morning.” With a smirk, I stood up. “Shower time.”