by Shayla Black
His cock twitched in my mouth and swelled. I sucked him even harder. I lowered my head as far down his shaft as I could, my nose nearly touching his dark mound of pubic hair. I could smell his musky, manly scent wafting from his testicles. I cupped them with one hand and drew them up closer to my face for a sniff.
“Fuck, yes.” He stabbed his way between my lips frantically now.
I tried to let him slide deeper. My lips felt chafed, and the muscles of my jaw screamed for relief. But I found something so satisfying about undoing him.
“Take every inch of my cock past your lips, sweet girl.”
He pushed all the way in, holding my face right against his ridged abdomen. He probed my mouth in short, rough strokes. I did my best to keep up. As if he believed I could, Oliver merely cupped my face and thrust deeper.
“That’s pretty, your little rosebud lips stretched so wide around my cock.” He withdrew a fraction, then thrust right back in. “You look so sexy with me violating your mouth and those dark eyes pleading with me to fuck you. I will—as soon as I come down your virgin throat. You’ll be a good girl and swallow everything I give you, won’t you?”
I nodded, then sucked his dick so hard, my cheeks hollowed out. He groaned, tightened his fists in my hair, then fucked my mouth wildly. Spurts of hot liquid splashed against my throat, salty and unexpected. I swallowed all I could.
When the head of his dick hit the back of my throat again, my gag reflex kicked in. I turned my head and gasped. A drop of his come oozed onto my lips.
As soon as I caught my breath, I glanced up at him. He collected the stray drop of semen on the tip of his finger. “Open up.”
I parted my lips for him.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demanded.
I did, and he swiped his finger and the salty fluid across the middle. I tasted him all over again. God, I wanted more.
“Close your mouth and swallow.”
Instantly, I did as instructed, then blinked up at him.
He curled a gentle finger around my cheek and chin before his thumb brushed my lips. He smiled faintly. “So swollen and red. Are they sore, like your nipples?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Did you enjoy sucking me off?”
I nodded, squirming to ease the ache in my pussy. I could still taste him. I needed more.
“Stop fidgeting. I’ll put out your fire soon.” He caressed my cheek so gently. “I just need to know… Do you still want to be mine, Kayla?”
“Yes.” I closed my eyes, ready to give him all of me, always. “Please.”
“Did you save yourself for me? Is that why you never slept with someone like Justin?”
“For the last couple of years, I fantasized about you being my first,” I admitted into the hush. “I feel like I’ve waited forever.”
“Fuck, I wanted you the second your brother introduced us. I knew he’d kill me if I touched you. If he were here now, he’d likely castrate me.”
I shook my head. “He looked up to you. There was no one he trusted more. He’d insist on knowing for sure how you felt about me—”
“I love you, Kayla.”
I smiled at him, my heart bursting. “I love you, too. And Shane would be good with that. He’d be thrilled, I think.”
Oliver craned his head to look upward. “You’ll have to get used to this, you big bastard. You hear me? I’m going to debauch your sister.” He leaned down and nuzzled my neck. “I’m going to get inside of you and make you mine always.”
At his vow, my blood turned electric. My pussy flared with desperate pleasure.
He helped me flat on the bed again and immediately began to fondle me. I could feel how swollen my folds had become once more. I was dripping now, my juice spilling onto his fingers.
When he rubbed my clit, I wriggled my hips to increase the friction. “Hurry.”
He pulled away. “Believe me, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you. I’ll fuck you until you scream, then release deep inside you, pretty girl. I’ll flood you with my seed every morning before we go about our day so I’ll be inside you even when I’m not with you.”
His words alone were ramping me up. It might be kinky, but what he murmured was arousing. Possessive as hell. Best of all, I knew he meant it.
“Spread your legs.”
I raced to comply, feeling his gaze all over my breasts and my flat stomach before he settled onto my hairless mound. I showed him my puffy, wet cunt. At the sight, his cock bobbed, getting even harder, the head turning purple. He was thick, and having him inside me would hurt at first, but I just knew Oliver would eventually make me scream in pleasure.
“That’s a pretty girl, with your legs all spread.” He took his cock in hand and stroked it. “Now open up.”
I couldn’t spread my legs any wider. Already the muscles of my thighs ached, and I looked at him in confusion.
“Use your fingers to spread yourself open for me. I intend to see that untouched cunt so I can remember what it looked like before I shoved my cock inside.”
I shivered, melting at his demanding words. I did what he said, parting the lips of my pussy with trembling fingers. He studied me for a long moment, swiping his thumb over my clit lightly, back and forth. Just as I gasped with the rising heat of another orgasm, he fitted the fat head of his cock against my small opening and started working his way in.
My body resisted, my folds really swollen and tight. Oliver wasn’t having any of that. He grabbed my thighs, lifting them around his hips, hugging his muscled body.
“Put your hands over your head,” he insisted.
I hesitated. Once I did, I’d be defenseless. His cock would invade me deep. Now that the moment was here, I feared the pain a little. But I wanted this, wanted him.
Finally, I did as he asked, and a primal approval tightened his face. “That’s lovely. Perfect. Now be a good girl and take my cock.”
Before I could respond, he reared back, then shoved his way into my pussy. On the first thrust, he couldn’t submerge every inch, so he withdrew and took another plunge in. I cried out. The next thrust still stung, but not as badly. Finally, with a mighty shove, my body yielded and took him in completely, gripping him tightly. His balls slapped against my ass.
He tilted his hips and pressed even deeper. “Fuck. That’s it, love. I’ve got every inch inside you.”
I whimpered. “It still hurts.”
“I’m sorry. The first few times will be uncomfortable, but that won’t last. I promise.”
He pinched my tender nipples, tweaking them hard again. As I gasped, he pushed that big cock even deeper into me with slow, deep strokes that had me trembling. My pussy was screaming with the lingering pain, but pleasure built, too. And above it all, I was so happy to be with Oliver, pleasing him.
There was no way I couldn’t move my body as he rocked into me. He threw his head back and stroked hard inside me, hitting a spot that had me gasping and tightening on him.
“I love that I’m finally fucking you.” He palmed my breasts, then pulled on my nipples again. “You feel like silk around me, little girl.”
He picked up the pace, and lightning flared inside me. My pussy started to pulse as he fucked me faster, deeper, as if need was overcoming his self-control. My orgasm was creeping up. He twisted my nipples again. They were so chafed, and the pain hit me before mellowing into a warm burn that seeped right down to my clit.
“Oliver…” I gasped out.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” I panted. I could feel my muscles tensing, my pussy fluttering around him.
He reached between us and flicked my clit again. “Come for me.”
As if his permission freed all the sensations bundled deep within, tightening and growing, it exploded in a bright flare of ecstasy. He continued to work at my nubbin and ground relentlessly into my pussy again and again. A moment later, his body shuddered. “That’s it. Take me. Take. Every. Drop. I. Give. You.”
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nto me harder with every stroke, hot jets of his seed spilling so deep in my unprotected depths. I knew Oliver was right; if he kept this up, I’d soon be pregnant.
I smiled as I felt the haze and glow of orgasm overtake me. I’d planned to finish college before getting serious about a guy or starting a family. But Oliver would take care of me. I’d never love any man more. I knew that deep in my heart.
Slowly, he withdrew and crouched over me. As the midmorning sun streamed through the windows, I saw blood. My virgin blood. Then he dropped his gaze to my pussy. As hot come oozed out, he gathered it with his finger and pushed it back inside me as deep as he could. He propped a couple of pillows under my hips, tilting them up.
“Lie there for a bit, just like that. I’ll be back.”
He disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water running in the sink. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I woke, he’d showered and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He pressed a water bottle into my hands and lifted my head to drink. I gulped the cool liquid down. “Feeling all right?”
I stretched like a happy cat. “Great.”
Oliver watched, eyes darkening with hunger when I started to rise. He helped me to my feet.
Immediately, seed ran down my thighs. I looked around helplessly for a tissue or towel, but he shook his head, then shoved a pair of panties on me. It only took a few seconds before I realized that his sperm had oozed onto the fabric covering my pussy, keeping it damp and absorbing his scent.
“Get used to this.” He rubbed a pair of fingers over my cunt, working the wet cotton between my labia, onto my clit. “Now I’ll be with you for the rest of the day.”
My flesh leapt to life. I loved that idea.
I wound my arms around him. “Oliver…”
“Let’s get you moved into the master bedroom now. I’ve already brought in my things.”
“Later.” I rubbed against him and whispered a soft little “fuck me again” in his ear.
He smiled, and it looked suspiciously like gloating. “I’m trying to be thoughtful and let your body recover. You’re tempting me like a naughty girl.”
“I’d rather have you naked than thoughtful.” I batted my lashes.
Oliver laughed. “God, you were made for me. You love the same kinks I do.”
“Is that a yes?”
He sent me a stare full of mock censure. “Behave. I’m trying to tell you something important.”
My smile froze. Please don’t tell me he’s changed his mind… “What?”
“I’ve called my parents and let them know I’m not returning to London. They’re disappointed but they know how I feel about you. They’ve known for quite some time.”
“Are you sorry you’re not going back to London?”
“Are you mad? I was dreading leaving you. I’ve been in love with you for so long that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you.” He sighed with regret. “I wish now that I’d confessed ages ago. I worried Shane wouldn’t approve. I worried I’d be too demanding and rough. I worried you’d resent me someday.”
“Impossible. I’ll only love you more.”
My acceptance seemed to make him smile. “Did you have any idea when you woke up this morning how this day would unfold?”
“None.” I smiled, even as he pulled at my sore nipples again. “I’m just bummed that I have to go back to school tomorrow. Are you going back to work?”
“Well, I rang my boss, too. He’s glad I’ve decided to stay. Apparently, he wasn’t looking forward to replacing me…”
That didn’t surprise me. “You’re smart. And a hard worker.”
“Maybe you can skip a day or two of class? I can finagle a few days away from my desk. What do you say?”
I loved the idea and wriggled against him. When he got hard once more, I giggled.
He moaned. “Are you trying to lead me around by my cock or kill me with sex?”
“Both,” I ventured.
“We’ll see who’s laughing in an hour,” he warned with a sensual growl.
I giggled.
“You think that’s funny?”
“No. I’m just happy. I never expected you to make my dreams come true. I love you.”
He stroked my pussy again and groaned when he found it even wetter than before. He tore my panties off, tossed me on my back, then sank his entire length into me. “We’ll move your things into the bedroom later. Right now, I want to show you how much I love you, too.”
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Seven weeks later
Graduation day dawned like all the others recently. I woke up to the feel of Oliver sucking my nipples and toying with my pussy. He wanted to fuck me again. Our bed smelled like sex since he’d awakened me twice during the night. I was sore all over but my pussy still cramped with sharp need. I spread my legs for him.
But he didn’t get between them.
“Oliver?”
“Yes, I’m going to fuck you. But I’ve got two presents for you first.” He prodded me out of the bed naked—I was never allowed to wear anything to sleep except the wedding ring he’d slipped on my finger two weekends ago in Vegas—then hustled me to the garage. Inside was a pretty new white convertible with a big red bow. After I squealed and threw my arms around his neck, I slid in and rubbed my bare ass on the gorgeous leather seats.
Oliver promised I could test drive the car soon, so I kissed him as he led me back to the master bathroom. On the counter was a bag from the local drugstore. I knew what was inside before I even looked at it.
“You think…” I turned to him, biting my lip. We’d been hoping and trying, but I’d had a period last month, although abbreviated, so I wasn’t sure.
Oliver just smiled. “I’m almost certain. Go on, pretty girl.”
I rifled through the sack and found a home pregnancy test. I tore into the box, followed the instructions, and what do you know? I was pregnant!
He slid his arms around me, and I caressed my flat stomach, amazed to think that we’d already created life.
“It’s happening. We’re starting our new family, Oliver.”
“I’m so proud of you. You graduated near the top of your class, got multiple job offers, and now you’re going to make your devoted husband a father. You’ve truly become my woman. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I sighed.
“Come back to bed.”
I eagerly complied, crying out when he sank his hard cock deep into me. I moaned as he caressed my belly and pumped into me slowly, kissing my neck.
“You’ve made me so happy, Kayla.”
Me, too. “I have you, Oliver, so I have everything I could ever want.”
He thrust in again, giving me the most delicious friction. “Everything? Didn’t you say you fancied a bit of bondage? I’ve got some restraints and a pair of nipple clamps with your name on them...”
Once upon a time, that possibility might have intimidated me. Now I just moaned. This was my Oliver. He’d always love me well and thoroughly. “I can’t wait.”
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The End
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I’m Hayden.
I’m old enough to know better.
I can have any woman I want—except Perrie Atkins.
She’s too young. Off limits. Innocent. Forbidden.
She’s my best friend’s daughter.
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I feel guilty for this blistering torch I’m carrying for Perrie. But it’s worse this summer because it’s become absolutely clear that I don’t just want to peel off her clothes and pop her still-untouched cherry.
I’m in love with her.
Her father, Dan, would crucify me if he had any idea what I was thinking about his baby girl. And I wouldn’t blame him.
I absolutely, positively cannot cross the line with Perrie. Besides the risk of blowing up the business I share with Dan, the man I consider an older brother, there’s the girl herself. She’s got a big, bright future in front of her, starting with an Ivy League university back East—on a full scholarship. Yeah, she’s that smart. She needs to leave Phoenix, see the world, meet people, experience life. And she needs to do that without me.
My head knows it. My cock hates that idea.
Even if Dan didn’t bury me alive in quick-dry cement for touching his daughter, I doubt Perrie thinks of me that way. Sure, I’ve caught her looking once or twice. Curiosity about the opposite sex is normal, and because she’s an only child, she spends her time with adults—mostly me. She’s mature beyond her years and positively hated the games high school boys played. But she’s human; she has hormones. Hell, I peeked into her room last week, thinking she was in bed with a headache…but I swear I caught her masturbating. Seeing her panting, flushed, and shuddering under her covers has plagued my sex drive since.
I keep telling myself this is all moot. She’s leaving to start her amazing new life tomorrow morning, and our outing to this water park we’ve visited together many times is our last. But the subversive part of my brain keeps insisting I still have a whole night to find a creative way—preferably without clothes—to change her mind.
