Her Knightmare

by Sam Crescent

  Closing the door, he followed her inside, going to his kitchen.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “A little.”

  “I can cook you something, pasta maybe, or we can order in.” He held up the Chinese menu.

  “I could eat Chinese.”

  He grabbed the cell phone and handed her the menu. “Order what you want. Do you want a beer?”

  “Sure.”

  He pulled two beers out of the fridge as she ordered.

  “What do you want?”

  “Tell them it’s for Dwayne, and they know what I like.” He winked at her and made his way toward the sofa. Collapsing on the soft throw, he rested his head back and closed his eyes. He loved the calmness that came over him as he listened to Charity while she finished the order. She came into the room, and he opened his eyes, watching her. Her gaze was on his body, and he knew exactly what was going on in her head.

  “You want to see me naked?” he asked.

  Her cheeks went red as her eyes finally looked at him.

  “You totally need to drink, you dirty woman.”

  “Stop it.”

  She moved past him, but he caught her wrist and pulled her down into his lap. The way she landed, her hand went to his stomach, and he loved it when she touched him. Staring into her eyes, he gripped her full hip. She’d started to put back some of the weight that she’d lost. He liked that. It meant she was no longer scared or fearing for her life.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Why don’t you tell me what you want?” he said.

  She licked her lips, and he couldn’t help but moan as her tongue peeked out. He wanted to taste her.

  Running his hand up her back, he couldn’t think of a single reason why he shouldn’t touch her. He’d been wanting to do this for some time, to feel her against him.

  “Dwayne?”

  “Tell me to stop, Charity. Tell me to fucking stop.”

  She didn’t say a thing as he gripped the back of her head and tugged her down. The moment her lips touched his, Dwayne felt like he’d finally found heaven. She was so soft, and she gasped, giving him access as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders.

  Part of him expected her to push him away, but suddenly, she was moving closer, straddling his waist.

  Putting his beer down, he held her hips as her pussy rode his cock, her fingers sinking into his hair as he held her close, refusing to back down.

  Wrapping her blonde hair around his fist, he pulled her head back and started to kiss her neck. Sucking on the pulse, he nipped and kissed down to her chest. The shirt she wore was in the way. Running his hands down her back to her ribs, he slowly slid up to cup her tits, holding them as if they were a gift to be presented to him.

  She moaned, especially when he took her first beaded nipple into his mouth. Her bra and shirt were in the way, but he was too impatient to wait to get her naked.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, moaning as she did.

  He moved onto the next nipple, doing the same to her other as he ran his hands down her body to her ass.

  She cupped his face and tilted his head back, kissing him.

  He felt the passion and the need inside her.

  Pulling her shirt out of her jeans, he was about to pull it over her head when the buzz of his apartment door echoed through the room. They were both panting but not loud enough to ignore.

  “Food is here,” he said.

  “I don’t care about food.”

  Her stomach growled, and he chuckled.

  “I’ll feed you first.” He patted her ass, and she crawled off his lap.

  Dwayne didn’t have any intention of kissing her, but once it had started, there was no way of stopping.

  His dick was so hard it was almost impossible for him to move, but first he had to feed her, and then he’d see what would happen.

  ****

  Charity’s lips tingled from Dwayne’s kiss. She watched him leave the room, and she glanced down, seeing the wet marks of his mouth against her breasts. When he’d pulled her down into his lap, she hadn’t known what to do.

  Over the past few weeks, it had been getting harder to ignore these feelings that he inspired inside her. She liked him a lot and was attracted to him. That was never going to change. She knew that.

  There were nights she lay awake trying to convince herself that she shouldn’t be attracted to him, or even want him.

  No matter what logic she tried to think about or talk about, she couldn’t help the way she felt.

  The scents of Chinese food filled the air, and her mouth watered. She couldn’t believe her stomach growled at her when she’d been more interested in what his hands were doing.

  “Hungry?”

  “Yes.”

  She was a lot hungrier for his touch, but she didn’t say so. Sipping at her beer, she watched as he opened up cartons of food and handed her one with chopsticks. Inside the first were some prawn toasts. She didn’t even need the dipping sauce.

  Taking a bite, she closed her eyes at the flavor, which was mouthwatering. Neither of them spoke as they started to enjoy their food. She couldn’t help but glance down at his lap and saw his cock was rock-hard, pressing against the front of his pants.

  “You’re a little obsessed with my cock, baby,” he said.

  She gasped with some food in her mouth and started to cough, choking on it. Putting a hand in front of her face, she coughed as Dwayne rubbed her back.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” Her cheeks were on fire. There was no way she could act all seductive after that.

  “I never had a woman die from embarrassment.”

  “Don’t you have any filter at all?”

  “Not with you, it would seem.”

  “You talk about killing people as if it was a sport.”

  “It is to me, Charity.” Silence fell between them, and she moved a few of the toasts around in the carton. The feel of his lips was still clear in her mind, and she also thought about his hands. He’d never hurt her. “I’m not going to pretend for you. I’m not a good guy. I saved you, yes, but that doesn’t make me a good man. You need to understand that.”

  “I know.”

  “You need someone better.”

  She stared past his shoulder, hating how desperate she sounded. “There’s no one else that I want. Don’t try and tell me something different. I know what you are, what you do, and I still don’t care. Does that make me a bad person?”

  “There’s not a bad bone in your body.”

  She smiled. “Then don’t try and be like my parents, telling me what you think I want or need.” She put down the carton of food she was holding and moved to straddle his lap. Her hands were shaking a little bit. She’d never been this forward with anyone in her life. No heavy petting, no kissing, nothing. Staring into Dwayne’s eyes, she felt … empowered. His hands went to her ass, and just from that touch alone, she felt on fire.

  Today she had graduated, and everything felt different to her.

  Nothing that she could make sense of.

  She’d jumped through everyone else’s hurdles, and now all that was left was her and Dwayne, sitting in his apartment, with her straddling his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core, and she bit her lip to try to contain the moan.

  “Let it out, Charity. Whenever you’re with me, I want to hear you scream, to yell, to give me everything that you’ve got.”

  She moaned.

  It was hard, guttural, but she didn’t care.

  Dwayne squeezed her ass just a little tighter, and she closed her eyes, basking in his touch. His hands moved, stroking over her, pulling her against him, gripping her tightly, teasing and playing at the same time.

  “Kiss me, Charity.”

  She cupped his face and slammed her lips down on his. One of his hands gripped the back of her head, holding her in place, and she was addicted. Grasping his shoulders, she
didn’t want to let go, not once.

  His hands went from her ass and her head, to all over, touching, stroking, and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She needed him naked. Tugging his shirt off, she found him in a white vest and frowned. When she tried to remove that, he grabbed her hands, and suddenly she was on her back. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she held her wrists tightly, pulling them up above her head. She couldn’t move, not that she wanted to, far from it.

  “How about I show you some attention?”

  With both of her hands banded together in the grip of one of his, she stared up into his eyes, seeing the deadly intent there. She licked her lips. He pulled her shirt off, and it felt good to no longer be trapped beneath the fabric. Now, all that kept her covered was her jeans and a lacy bra.

  “I like this. It’s pretty, but it doesn’t cover up those pretty pink nipples.” His finger traced across one of the hard buds. “Look at that, beautiful. You want me, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is your pussy wet for me?”

  She loved his dirty talk, and she nodded.

  “Good, because that’s how I want you, Charity. You want me to be the first guy to fuck you, I will. I’ll show you things some men in the world couldn’t even begin to do.”

  “Like what?” she asked.

  “First, make you come, screaming my name. Keep your hands above your head.”

  She shouldn’t follow his orders, but they were too tempting, too hot, too sexy, not to. With her hands above her head, she watched him, moaning and gasping as he began to kiss down her neck, sucking at her pulse before moving down. The bra had a catch in the front, and once he flicked it, her body seemed to have a mind of its own. All she wanted was to feel his touch, beg for him.

  His lips covered one nipple, while at the same time he worked the button of her jeans and began to pull them down. His nails dug into her flesh, shocking her by the dual feel as he completely consumed her.

  She helped him to kick off her jeans, all the time keeping her hands above her head. Charity liked his control, relished it, was desperate for it, and as he spread her legs wide, pulling away from her nipple to stare down at her body, she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she had cellulite on her legs, or her stomach rolled up, showing off her extra pounds. This was her, and from the look in his eye, he wanted her just as much as she did him.

  He pressed his palm between her thighs, and she cried out.

  “Do you know how fucking beautiful it is to know that no other man has ever touched you here? That you’ve not had another dick inside you? I shouldn’t care. Before you, I wasn’t a monk. I took what I wanted and women were willing to give me everything, but now, now I fucking need you.”

  “Has there been anyone else?”

  “No.”

  “Have you been tempted?”

  “No. It’s like you’ve put a fucking curse on my dick, and now I can’t stand the thought of being with anyone else.” He tugged the material from her pussy, and his finger touched her slit.

  One stroke over her clit had her gasping, arching up, shocked by the sudden pleasure of his touch.

  “Wow, you get like that from just my finger, wait until you get my mouth on you.”

  He withdrew his finger and tugged the lingerie from her body, throwing it to the ground. While he still wore a white vest and a pair of pants, she was completely naked, at his mercy.

  She relished it more than anything else in the world.

  Putting her hands back over her head, she smiled up at him.

  “Well, Dwayne, you’ve got me exactly where you want me. Now tell me what you’re going to do with me.”

  She wanted him so badly.

  She’d do whatever he asked, just so long as he never stopped looking at her like she was the only woman in the world.

  Chapter Nine

  Charity lay beneath him like a sacrifice. A very beautiful, sweet, sexy, curvy sacrifice, and one that he was finding it hard to ignore. Damn, he wanted her so badly. His cock pressed against his pants, and it was taking every bit of restraint not to fuck her, take what he wanted, and rut away.

  He didn’t want to make this awful for her.

  When Charity thought of this moment, the night she lost her virginity, he wanted it to be the most beautiful and amazing time of her life. Something precious that he could give to this woman that had entered his life during a time of chaos and pain.

  Taking her lips, he stroked his tongue across the plump flesh. She yielded to his kiss, opening up, and he took what she gave, sliding his tongue inside, tasting her, loving every second of it.

  She kissed him back with a passion that quite simply took his breath away. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  Breaking from the kiss was hard, but he wanted every inch of her, to taste her sweet pussy, to relish in being the only man between her thighs. He felt fucking possessed, desperate, aching to be the only man with her.

  You could keep her as your own.

  He wanted to.

  He really fucking wanted to.

  Each second was like a yearning deep inside him for more, a hunger that kept possessing him, begging him to take her, to make her want no one else but him.

  Sucking on her neck, nipping, kissing, working his way down to her large tits, he pressed them together. Flicking each beaded nipple with his tongue, he heard her gasp. Her legs opened even wider, her pussy wanting him next.

  Only when he was ready would he touch her, taste her, know every single inch of her perfect body.

  Once he’d given each nipple equal attention, licking the hard tips, biting them, soothing out the pain with a nice, hard suck, he kissed down her body. He didn’t care how much time had gone by. All he cared about was having her pussy soaking wet.

  When he finally put his cock within her, she was going to hurt. It would be painful, but so long as she was prepared for him, that pain wouldn’t last, not even for a moment.

  Kissing down her body, he dipped his tongue into her belly button, hearing her giggle. He smiled against her flesh, teasing her even more as he moved down. His face was above her pussy.

  She had a small smattering of curls that covered her sex. He didn’t mind. To him that showcased how womanly she was.

  When he opened the lips of her pussy, her clit was swollen, peeking out of its hood, wanting his mouth. She was already wet, her cream glistening.

  The scent of sex was heavy in the air, and he just couldn’t wait to have a taste. Using the tip of his tongue, he teased across her clit, hearing her sudden gasp. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her grip the sofa, her knuckles white.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked.

  “No.”

  He smiled. “Can’t stand it?”

  “I need more.”

  So, he gave her more. Not holding back, he pressed his tongue against her clit, and she cried out, arching up, her pelvis shooting off the sofa. He gripped her hips, holding her down, keeping her in place as he teased her clit.

  “Oh, my,” she said.

  He didn’t even allow himself the chance to tease her entrance. Only his dick would take care of her virginity. Sucking on the bud, he used his teeth to create just a little pain, which he noticed that she loved.

  The pain was almost too much for her, but yet not enough. She was always screaming for more, desperate for whatever he could give her. Soon he’d tease her pussy and her little asshole, get them both ready to one day take him.

  Her pussy was going to take him tonight, but her asshole was going to have to wait. She’d need priming for that.

  Teasing her nub, he saw the change in her body, the way her stomach quivered, the way she wriggled, and her breaths grew deeper, more erratic. He kept her in place, and when she came, it was a beautiful sound.

  His name echoed off the walls, and still he held her in place as pleasure consumed her. He continued to lick her pussy until he knew she couldn’t handle anymore. Her entire body was shaking, the intense climax
going to the next level where she couldn’t bear to be touched. He brought her down slowly. She was so wet.

  He wouldn’t forget this moment. The way she looked at him was if he was a god. He liked that. Considering most people looked at him with fear, to Charity he was anything but frightening.

  There was no death between them, no destruction or pain.

  Only pleasure.

  He intended to keep it that way.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked.

  “That was amazing.”

  He smiled.

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “Is it always like that?”

  “Only if the man, or yourself, know what you’re doing.” He took her hand, pressing it between her thighs. “There’s nothing to stop you from doing that. Touching yourself. One day, I’d love to see you do it.”

  Even now, just with her fingers on her pussy, he found the view highly arousing. His cock pressed against the front of his pants, the tip already slick. Pre-cum was probably already leaking out. It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone. He wanted Charity, had denied himself for so long, and now he wanted his fill.

  “You’d like to watch me do what you do?”

  “Yeah, I can do the same.”

  “I’d like that.”

  He’d like that just as much.

  There was no way he was going to make her first time be on this sofa. He was many things, but not a fucking animal, not when it came to Charity. As he picked her up in his arms, she released a little squeal, which he ignored, and carried her to his bedroom.

  “You shouldn’t do that. I’m too heavy.”

  “As far as I’m concerned, you’re just right.”

  He lowered her to the bed, and the sight took his breath away. She’d been in one of his beds before, but not like this.

  Opening the belt of his pants, he slowly lowered them. He was tempted to keep his vest on, but he knew she’d ask questions. Charity being the curious woman that she was would want to know everything, and he wasn’t prepared to talk tonight.

  Pulling his clothes off, he stared down at her, wrapping his fingers around his cock, feeling how hard he was. He wanted to be inside her so desperately. Moving toward his drawer beside his bed, he pulled it open and grabbed a condom out from inside. Tearing into the foil, he pulled out the condom and rolled it over his dick. There were not going to be any consequences tonight, none at all.