by Jenika Snow
“Tell me what you want,” I asked.
“You.”
“Take the panties and bra off,” I said demandingly, maybe a little too harsh. She obeyed so well, though, removing the damp clothing and tossing it aside. I stood there and looked my fill. Her breasts were perfectly round … a handful. And her pussy. Fuck, her pussy was pink and wet. Her legs were slightly spread, and I could see the little bud of her clit at the top of her mound, that engorged button that had my mouth watering.
“I want you,” she said again.
Her words had me groaning, had that beast that lay dormant inside of me breaking free.
This was just the beginning, and no fucking way was I going to stop until Claire was mine irrevocably.
Claire
God, this was really happening. I was really here with Xavier, giving myself over, bared for him in more ways than just being naked. My heart was in my throat, beating wildly, intensely. He kissed me deeply, until I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. The flavor of him was on my lips, ingrained in my taste buds. I was consumed by him.
The feel of his mouth on mine was a heady reminder of all the things I’d missed in my life. The simple touch of a man, the stroke of his fingers along my bare skin. Hell, just knowing I was wanted for more than just sex was something I had never experienced. Before I knew what was happening, he was undressed, his swim shorts now tossed to the side. His erection was massive, thick and long, the crown slightly wider than the rest of him. I heard this small sound and realized it had come from me.
Before I knew what was happening, he had his hands on my waist and pulled me up and off the bed, shifting so I was now straddling him, my bare, wet pussy right over his hard cock. He watched me for long seconds, his gaze heavy-lidded, his face and body so masculine I couldn’t help but feel so very feminine.
“It’s been years since I’ve been with a woman—a decade, Claire.” He spoke softly, his voice deep, husky.
It was hard to believe a man so potent, so attractive and virile could be celibate. But I knew he spoke the truth. I heard it in his voice, in the way he looked at me, touched me.
“I’ve never been with a man,” I admitted, wanting to be just as candid with Xavier as he was being with me.
“You’re the first woman who has ever made me feel alive. You’re the only woman who I’ve wanted in my bed, who I refused to let go because I crave you so damn badly.”
His words were like gasoline covering my body. I didn’t want to think anymore. Giving my body to him, my virginity, had so much anticipation and desire coursing through me that there was no denying this was exactly what was supposed to happen.
4
Xavier
I was harder than I’d ever been before, my cock so damn stiff it ached. Having her on my lap, her legs spread on either side of my thighs, her chest rising and falling, her breasts brushing along my chest, had this arousal moving through me that was so intense I felt crazed.
I reached up and wound my hand in her hair, bringing her forward, so close our mouths nearly touched again. “The things I want to do to you…” I let those words hang between us. “The filthy fucking things I want to do to you.” The words were whispered low. I felt her warm breath brush along my lips. She was getting worked up over all of this. Good.
“What kinds of things?” she asked softly.
I could have groaned, could have come right then and there, at the fact she wanted me to say them out loud.
“I want to know, want to hear you tell me what you’d do to me, Xavier.”
I did groan then.
“Tell me,” she pushed, her voice this breathy little moan.
I tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act because I was getting strung even tighter, worked up even more. “You’d be bare for me, spread, your pussy glossy from your arousal, your cream leaving a wet spot on my sheets.”
She gasped and I groaned, the images slamming into my head on repeat.
“I’d lick your pussy until you came for me, until your juices were sliding down my chin.” God, I could come just telling her this stuff. She started to rock back and forth on me, her hands on my shoulders, her breathing coming in short pants.
I had no doubt she could feel exactly how hard I was for her, how in need I was to feel her pussy clenching around my cock, squeezing the fucker until I came. I could have told her so much more, but doing so would have surely had me getting off before I was deep inside her body.
She kept rocking on me, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control. “I’d slide my big cock deep in your virgin pussy, taking you as mine, telling you no other man will ever know what you feel like, taste like, smell like.” I grunted and closed my eyes, the feeling of her rocking on top of me almost too much.
“Xavier.” She tossed her head back, her eyes closed, and moved on top of me a little faster, with a little more force.
I needed to see her get off while she moved atop me, needed to see that pleasure on her face.
“That’s it, Claire.” I ground out those words. “Come for me, let me feel you, see how good it is for you.” I gripped her waist with both of my hands and helped her in her motions.
Back and forth. Harder, faster, adding more pressure.
Her pussy ran over my cock seamlessly. I stared into her face, watching pleasure morph across her expression, knowing it was because of me, feeling pretty fucking territorial right now.
“That’s it,” I said, loving the feel of her on me, pleased that she was getting even more worked up as the seconds moved by. I was breathing so damn hard, and I felt my pulse racing.
I wanted to fuck her senseless.
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me see how good you feel right now.”
And then she did just that.
She had her head tossed back, and her mouth was parted. The cry that came out of her was sexual, sensual. She dug her nails into my shoulders, giving in. For long seconds I could only hold her and watch her face in rapt awe, loving that she was breaking free, giving me the gift of seeing exactly how good I made her feel.
When her body finally relaxed, I cupped the back of her head and tipped it upward toward me so she was looking at me. We stared into each other’s eyes, and then I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing her until she moaned for me. I stroked my tongue along hers, plunged it into her mouth, and made this guttural sound when she sucked on it.
She pulled back, her pupils still dilated, her body tight.
“What do you want, Claire?”
“You,” she said instantly.
I lowered my gaze to her mouth, loving that her lips were red, swollen, a light, glossy sheen covering them. I lifted my hand and ran my finger over her bottom lip, pulling the flesh slightly down, growing harder by the second.
“Suck it into your mouth,” I said, pushing my thumb between her lips. She did so instantly, obeying me so well.
I didn’t want to deny her. Hell, I didn’t want to deny myself.
“Be with me, Xavier,” she whispered.
I cupped her nape, pulled her in close, and claimed her mouth. I wasn’t going to deny either of us any longer. I was surprised I’d lasted this long without coming. Hell, pre-cum was a steady flow at the tip of my cock. I curled my bigger body around hers, her breasts pressed right to my chest, my fingers itching to take hold of them.
“Rock against me,” I said, needing that friction. She started moving her hips back and forth. Back and forth. I broke the kiss, my hands on her waist, keeping her right where she was, pressing her down on my dick.
I lowered my focus to her lips and ran my tongue over first her top one and then the bottom. She moaned, and I kissed her again. Over and over, fucking her mouth with my tongue. My control was snapping.
“Christ.” I looked at her face and breathed out. “I need to go slow, to take my time with you.”
“I just want you. I’m not going to break.”
I growled low. I was going
to devour her.
5
Claire
Xavier watched me intently, possessively. I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t nervous. I’d never had sex, never wanted to, if I was being honest.
“I’m starving for you, Claire, so fucking hungry I can’t stand it any longer.” He made this low sound deep within his chest, his mouth on my throat, his teeth and tongue licking and sucking me there. His dick pressed between my thighs, a huge, thick rod that had my pussy clenching. I was seconds away from begging him to be with me already.
“I want you to show me exactly where you want me,” he said in this harsh growl. My entire body tingled, fire racing along my skin. He lifted up, digging his dick farther against me.
“I want you everywhere,” I said, the words spilling from me on their own. The sound he made, told me that my words, even if they lacked detail, pleased him well enough.
“I should give you slow, easy. I should be gentle with you, but God, Claire, I need you so damn badly. I don’t want to refrain, don’t want to pretend I’m not about to lose it.”
My entire body felt like it would combust at any second. I was aroused, wet, ready, aching for him. “I won’t break,” I finally said, not knowing how else to display that I wasn’t as vulnerable as he might think. I was strong from surviving, from being with the others, fighting to stay alive and not get captured.
“Yeah, baby. I know what you want. I know what to give you.” He ran his tongue along the arch of my neck, licking, sucking, gently nibbling my flesh. I was on the verge of climaxing again from that alone. And then before I knew what was happening, he had me off him and was striding a few feet from where I sat. I was now on the edge of the bed, the chill in the air forming goose bumps along my arms and legs.
I stared at him, looking my fill. He was all hard, big, and strong, with bulging muscles, inked flesh, and an erection that had my inner muscles clenching.
He was all male.
I was dizzy, light-headed from my desire for him. I took a stuttering breath. He didn’t move for long seconds, maybe trying to gather his composure, trying to control himself.
He had his palm wrapped around his dick, and he stroked himself, his focus on my body. “I had to stop, had to get your sweet, warm body off mine or I would have come just from looking at you.” His voice was a low growl again. “And I want to be buried deep in your body when that happens.”
I couldn’t breathe, and my heart beat funny, like little thumps that skipped a beat, telling me I couldn’t handle much more … yet I didn’t want this to stop.
“Come here, Claire,” he commanded, his voice thick, his intention clear from the way he watched me. I obeyed instantly.
I got off the bed and walked toward him, my legs shaky, my knees threatening to buckle. When I was just a few feet from him, I took in a deep breath, smelling the cologne he wore, feeling drunk from it.
His focus was on my lips.
“I want to touch you,” I said, meaning every word. And then I did just that, not waiting for him to reply. I pushed his hand away and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He was thick, too thick for my fingers to touch. I started stroking him gently, staring into his eyes, hearing the change in his breathing.
“Fuck,” he said gutturally.
I moved my hand faster, adding more pressure. He closed his eyes, his massive chest rising and falling, his lips parting slightly. I was so wet, so turned on watching him get this pleasure, knowing I was the cause of it. But when I thought he might go over the edge for me, he took a step back, my hand slipping from his cock.
He opened his eyes, his pupils dilated. “If you keep touching me”—he lifted his gaze to my face—“I’ll come before this even has time to really start.” He was still close enough that when he leaned in, his mouth was right by mine. “And like I said before,” he whispered, “I want to be inside of you when that happens.”
I sucked in a deep breath. “Then no more teasing. Be with me.” And then he had his mouth on mine, fucking me with his lips and tongue, forcing me to hold on to him or I’d crumple to the ground. I clenched my legs together, trying to stem off the arousal that threatened to slip down my inner thigh.
“How ready are you for me?”
I felt like I’d been waiting for this my entire life. “So ready,” I replied breathlessly. And I was. God, I was so ready to finally let Xavier have me.
6
Xavier
I forced myself to retreat a step. “Back on the bed, baby.” I’d had to stop, had to gently push her off me so I could control myself, so I didn’t end the night before it fully began. But now I had to have her. No more fucking around. I wanted to feel her tight virgin pussy squeezing my cock. I wanted to see the way her face morphed into pleasure as she came for me, calling out my name. I wanted her to say she was mine, only mine, while my big, thick cock was shoved deep inside of her.
“Get on the bed for me, Claire.” I was barely hanging on as it was.
Go slow. Be gentle with her.
I told myself that over and over again, but the truth was I didn’t know if I could be. I didn’t know if I could hold back the beast deep within me. Once she was back on the bed, I said, “Lie down for me.” I needed her to listen to me, to do my bidding. “Spread for me. Let me see all of you. Let me see what I’ll be owning tonight.”
I couldn’t help but take in every inch of her, every line, every gentle curve. Her belly was flat, her thighs perfectly filled. And her pussy, fuck, I couldn’t even stop the groan that spilled from me at the sight of her cunt.
I reached for my dick again, stroking myself as I stared at her, needing her like I needed to breathe. I hadn’t so much as touched one sexually since I started my mission of helping the females off the auction block. And that was a long fucking time to go without companionship.
I was by her seconds later. I was on top of her a second after that. I had my mouth on her neck, and used my lower half to nudge her thighs open so I could wedge myself between them. I felt her slick folds surround my cock, and I started moving back and forth, working myself between her legs without penetrating her.
Shit, I could get off from this.
“Move against me, baby,” I said, letting my lips brush along hers as I spoke. And then she started moving under me, both of us working together like a finely tuned machine. It was perfection. I closed my eyes and groaned. “How does it feel?” I managed to say, my voice hoarse.
“Yes, that feels so good,” she mewled. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted.
I was one possessive fucker where Claire was concerned. She was mine. I slipped my finger down her cleft, teasing her clit. And then I ran the pad of my thumb along her pussy hole. She writhed beneath me.
I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself. I had my face right in front of her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs spread for me. I was drunk off the scent of her, the flavor that was Claire. I lifted my gaze and stared at her.
“Xavier.” She whispered my name. It was full of need.
“Let me make you feel good, even better.”
She licked her lips and nodded. “I want you,” she whispered. I kept my gaze locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft. I had my hand on her belly, holding her in place as I ate her out. Her flavor exploded along my tongue. She was sweet yet musky. Claire was mine.
I became a beast then, gripping her thighs tightly, digging my fingertips into her flesh, and knowing there would be bruises in the morning. The silky-smooth feeling of her pussy along my tongue could have had me coming right then and there, letting my seed go right across the sheets. But I controlled myself, paced myself. I needed to feel her come for me.
Over and over I licked and sucked on her, knowing I’d never get enough. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs until my tongue and lips were numb. I started dry humping the bed, not able to help myself. Over and over I did this, rolling my hips, fucking the bed like I wanted to do with
Claire.
When I felt her body tense and knew she was coming, I sucked her clit and rode out the orgasm with her. She had her hands in my hair, pulling at the strands. I gave her pussy one more long swipe when she relaxed on the bed, when I knew she was content.
I moved up her body. My dick was pressed between her slick folds. I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, wanting my cock buried in her pussy so fucking badly. Claire dug her nails into my skin, pulling me closer, begging me silently. She opened her mouth, and I plunged my tongue inside, fucking her there.
She panted against my mouth and spread her legs wider. I pressed my hips farther into hers, my cock sliding right between the center of her, gathering her wetness, making me a fiend for her even more.
“Spread wider for me, Claire.” I barely got those words out. I leaned back, bracing my hands beside her, looking down at her pussy. She was so fucking pretty between her legs, pink and so wet for me from her arousal. “Fuck.” My throat tightened. It was all for me. She was all for me. I needed to be inside of her before I came all over her pretty body. I grabbed my cock and finally placed the tip at her entrance. She smelled so fucking good, and looked even better.
“Tell me you’re mine, that it’ll always be that way.”
Her pupils were dilated, her lips parted. “I’m yours.”
“You want to be mine only. Isn’t that right, baby?”
She nodded.
And then in one swift move I buried my dick in her wet, tight virgin pussy. She gasped, her pain clear. I cupped the side of her cheek and stilled, letting her get accustomed to my size. Her pussy clenched around my cock. I groaned, my jaw tight, my pulse racing.
