Don’t all normal girls want to turn bad boys good?
But then, I’m not normal, am I?
I want him to forget his good ways and be bad.
I want him to have me so he can do with me whatever he wants. All as long as he gives me what I want.
Him, however I can get him.
A rush of air escapes him and fans my lips, all rich and delicious. He lets go of my hand on his chest and brings it over to my face. He cups my jaw with his long fingers and says, “You want me to be bad.”
I continue unbuttoning his shirt. “Yeah. Because you know what, I think you are bad.”
“How do you figure that?”
“You tore my dress, remember? And only bad men tear a girl’s clothes off.”
He tightens his hold on my jaw. “They do, don’t they? I am a bad man, then.”
“Yup. So you just wasted time being good.” I shake my head at him. “Besides, I have a secret.”
“You have a secret.”
“Yes. I would’ve let you do it last night.”
“Do what?”
“I would’ve let you put it in.”
I’m somewhere down at the middle of his shirt when I say this and his reaction makes my hands stumble. In fact, his reaction makes me gasp and grip his shirt tightly, so tightly that I’m on the verge of tearing his clothes off tonight.
At my words, he pulls my head back so suddenly that my neck is all stretched up now. He brings his face so close to mine that his beard is brushing my jaw and chin with every breath I’m taking.
And his eyes.
God, his eyes are all violent and explosive, as explosive as his chest that’s crashing into mine with his heavy breaths.
“Put what in?” he growls.
“Your cock.”
“Put it where.”
“Anywhere.”
His furious fingers in my hair curl and uncurl like a time bomb. “Anywhere. What’s anywhere, Jailbait?”
“Anywhere means anywhere you want, Strawberry Man. I know what men like, you know. You think I’m so naïve and all but I’m not. I know they like pussy. But I also know that they sometimes like to put it in the ass.”
His stomach hollows out. “You want me to put it in your ass?”
“If you want to. I’ll let you put it in wherever you want.”
He stares at me for a beat, unmoving, unbreathing, before a gust of breath escapes him and he actually looks up at the ceiling. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? You want me to die. That’s what you want. That’s why you’re offering me your tight ass when I haven’t even fingered your pretty pussy yet.”
I would’ve laughed at his conclusions if my pussy wasn’t spasming at the mention of her name. If I wasn’t creaming my panties like a lusty slut.
“You could have last night. You could’ve fingered me and fucked me and done anything you wanted to me.”
“I could’ve, couldn’t I?” he says, while he shoots me a penetrating stare.
“Yeah. It’s yours. I’ve been saving it for you, anyway.”
I witness his pupils dilating, then. I’ve never seen it before and it’s glorious. So, so glorious. Like dark ink spreading through water. Night falling in the sky.
“Saving what for me?” he rumbles even though I know he knows the answer.
He wants to hear it from my mouth.
“My virginity,” I whisper. “I’ve been saving my virginity for you, Mr. Edwards.”
I don’t know why I said it that way but now that I have, I don’t wanna take it back. I love that I can call him Graham now, but I also want the right to call him Mr. Edwards.
I want the right to all his names.
They’re mine.
The current that goes through him, the aggression and possession in his hold prove that it is, indeed, mine.
“You have, haven’t you?”
I go to nod or say something but he grabs it, in the next moment.
He grabs the very thing we’ve been talking about. The hand on my jaw goes down and he clutches it, gropes my entire pussy in his rough hand. He fists the silky material of my pajama bottoms and squeezes.
I whimper out his name. “Graham…”
“You’ve been keeping her all nice and tight for me, haven’t you? You knew I’d come for this. You knew I’d come for this tight pussy. You knew that, didn’t you?”
“Yeah. Yes, I knew.”
He gives it another squeeze as he drops his forehead on mine. “Yeah, you did. You knew I was dying for her. You knew I wanted her so you kept her safe. She’s mine, isn’t she?”
“Y-yes. She is. She is. She…”
I trail off when he rubs the heel of his palm on my clit, making me jerk and moan.
“She what?”
“I… She’s been waiting for you too.”
Graham presses an open-mouthed kiss over the column of my throat, while still rubbing his palm on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Yeah, I bet she has. I bet she’s going to grip me real tight. So tight that I won’t be able to get out. Yeah?”
I clutch his shoulders and cock my head to the side so he can keep giving me sucking kisses all over my throat.
“You gonna grip me hard, Violet? You’re gonna keep me here, huh?”
To emphasize here, he massages my entire core again and I can feel that I’ve practically drenched my pajamas. I can feel the wetness on my thighs. I can feel him rubbing that wetness back into my pussy and I’m almost there. Almost.
And then, he edges me over with these erotic, filthy words that he rasps just below my ear while he licks me there, rubs his jaw and beard over my soft skin.
“Your mommy should’ve tied you to the bed, Jailbait. Barred your windows. Hidden you from the world. It was only a matter of time before you ended up on the wrong side of a bad man’s cock.”
“Yes. Oh God, Graham… Oh fuck…”
I babble and come at the heel of his words and because of that maddening hand of his between my thighs.
I’m still twisting and juddering in his arms when he gives me a hard kiss. I’m so limp that all I can do is offer him my mouth for it. All I can do is breathe and sigh while he takes my t-shirt off. Then he goes for my bottoms before lying me down on the bed gently.
I watch him with panting breaths as he reaches back and pulls off his shirt in one go.
With his eyes on me, he toes off his muddy, manly boots and puts them aside. Then off come his jeans.
And he is as naked as me as he advances on me and I know he’s going to make my dreams come true.
As he climbs on the bed like last night, my immediate thought is that it did not look this big yesterday in the bathroom, his cock.
It wasn’t this big at all.
Because man, it’s big.
It is.
It’s enormous.
It’s either that or my eyes have suddenly acquired magnifying glasses, and everything looks bigger now.
It’s more than enormous. It’s thick, as thick as my wrist and curved. There’s a ridge on the top, so angry and red, so swollen. Was it this angry yesterday?
And glistening with pre-cum.
That drop gets bigger and bigger until it sluices down his length and he has to grip it at the root and pull.
I feel that pull in my own core.
I feel it in my stomach, making everything tight and achy and I have to press my hand there. I have to press it on my stomach but that’s not enough so I move it down and clutch my fluttering, rivering core.
I grab my wet pussy like he was not a minute ago. But I don’t like how small my hands are or how smooth and without any force. “Were you thinking about me yesterday? In the shower?”
His eyes follow my shameless movements. “Were you thinking about me the other night when you were playing with your pretty cunt?”
“You knew that?”
“These walls are thin, J
ailbait.”
Then, he kneels between my legs that I automatically open for him, all blushing and flushed over the fact that he knew.
“I just wanted to thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For calling me beautiful.”
An emotion moves over his face. “You are. You’re fucking breathtaking.”
“Okay.”
“Say it.”
My pussy gushes at his command and I feel it on my fingers. “I’m fucking breathtaking.”
“Good.”
I squirm under his scrutiny and look away from him.
Stupidly, my eyes go to his naked heavy thighs, shadowed with coarse hair, the hair that suddenly looks much, much darker than it did a second ago. It looks rougher too, denser as he looms over me.
God, one day I wanna come on those thighs. I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with them.
Obsessed with him.
“You want it bad, don’t you, baby?” he whispers, his hand still on his cock, tugging at it, pulling in slow, tight movements. “You want this?”
My pussy clenches under my palm. “Yeah. I want it.”
Smirking, he shakes his head once.
I writhe on the bed as he lets go of his cock and reaches for something by the bedside drawer. He opens it without breaking our gaze and fishes something out.
It’s a condom.
With his eyes on me, he tears off the corner of the condom packet with his teeth. I fist the sheets and stare at the view of his sharp, biting teeth that I want on my skin.
His shaft stands upright, pressed against his tight abdomen, touching his belly button when he goes back for it and rolls the latex over it.
I’m watching it all with heaving breaths. Watching him prepare himself for me and my legs widen even more.
Then, the most wonderful and glorious thing happens to me.
Graham, the man I love, covers me with his large, large body.
He comes down on his elbows and fits himself between my thighs.
It’s such a novel sensation, silk sheets at my back and his coarse, hot and hairy body on my chest.
God.
I never want to move from this position. I want to live here, between his muscular, heated body and his soft sheets.
He brushes my hair off my face, rakes his fingers through it. I bite my lip and clutch his sides, while rubbing my heels on his calves.
He kisses my forehead. “Well, then I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you my cock. I’m going to fuck you and make all your dreams come true, baby.”
He twists his hips then so I can feel it. I can feel the weight of his shaft on my stomach. The thing that’s going to make all my dreams come true.
I arch my back and rub against it and he goes in for a kiss.
He kisses my mouth, my jaw, the column of my throat, and maneuvers himself down until he’s at my breasts.
Growling, he kneads one mound in his big hands and sucks a nipple into his mouth before letting it go with a pop. Like my nipples are his lollipop.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your tits taste as sweet as your pussy.”
I moan at his declaration and when he goes in for the other nipple, I fist his hair and practically feed it to him, my tit.
But he’s not in the mood to linger. He sucks and laves and plumps up my breast before letting it go and rising up on his hands.
He looks at my breasts with hooded eyes. “Yeah, red’s definitely my favorite color.”
I follow his gaze and find that my nipples are all red and dewy from his mouth, all hard and achy. I wanna offer them to him again, offer my tits for him to suck on and play with, but then I feel the head of his cock over my clit and I moan.
A second later, I feel it again and I realize he’s rocking. He’s watching me with a clamped jaw and sweat-dampened forehead as he’s moving his cock up and down my pussy.
He’s rubbing his shaft in the center of my core, right between my folds.
My hands go to his bunching biceps as I arch up into his see-sawing.
I even look down.
I look at the flex and release of his abs, his beautiful fucking abs, and where we’re joined but not really.
His shaft is going up and down, looking so dark against my pale, flushed skin. The head of it hits my clit at every up-swing and the root of it grinds against me on every down-swing.
The more he does it, the wetter his shaft looks.
And I know it’s me.
I’m doing this to him. My pussy is juicing up and she’s slathering my wetness all over his latex-covered length.
Oh God. Oh God, I’m making him as wet and creamy as me.
Something about that is so embarrassing and slutty and erotic that my eyes fall shut and I begin to push back.
I dig my nails in his biceps, making him groan and making myself whimper.
But more than that, I make myself move and rock and twist against his length. I’m sliding back and forth on his cock, humping against it when suddenly, my eyes pop wide open.
Because holy shit, he’s inside of me.
Just like that.
He’s just pushed himself in on a groan and a grimace, his eyes still on me but so much foggier now. So much brighter and covered in a sheen that wasn’t there before. Not when I closed my eyes a few seconds ago.
Just that look of his, all panting and drugged, makes me come.
Gosh, it’s such a virgin thing to do but I can’t help it.
My hips hunker down at that one inch of his cock that stretches me like a rubber band and I spasm around him. I flood the head of his shaft with my cum. I scratch his biceps, throw my head back and clench my eyes shut again as I climax around him, gasping out his name.
For some reason, I thought it would be over after this.
I don’t know why but I really thought that we’re done now.
But we aren’t because he keeps moving.
Still propped up on his hands by my shoulders, he keeps rocking that one inch in and out, until he goes in more. More and more, all while he watches me with his hot gaze.
Even though my eyes are closed, I know he’s watching.
His stare is like a burning lamp and I open my eyes. “I totally came.”
He takes in my flushed face and rubs his thumb over my cheek. There’s a kind of worship in his look. Like I’m this magical thing he’s marveling over and it makes my eyes sting.
But I control it.
I don’t wanna cry when all my dreams have come true.
When he’s inside of me. When he’s at the center of my being.
“You did,” he replies in a sex-drenched voice.
I touch his beard, burying my fingers in it. “You’re all the way inside of me now.”
It’s true. He is.
Somewhere in his rocking and gentle movements, he’s gotten all the way in.
He turns his head to press a kiss on my palm. “Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels… full.”
I try to wiggle around his length that seems to be breathing inside of me in little pulses and he grabs my hip, stopping me. He checks my face to make sure I’m okay. “You sure it doesn’t hurt?”
I nod, smiling. “Yeah. It feels awesome.”
He exhales a sharp breath and I feel his stomach and chest moving with it. “Good.”
“Do you think I’m bleeding?”
He jerks slightly, his fingers digging into my flesh. Not a lot but enough that I feel the movement ricocheting in my swollen cunt.
“Jesus Christ, virgins,” he mutters to himself like he forgot about the bleeding part, panic laced in those words. To me, he grits out, his eyes concerned, “I hope to fuck that you’re not.”
I wind my arms around his neck and shake my head. “No, no. Don’t hope that.”
“What?”
“I like that. I wanna bleed.” He shudders over me; I feel the muscles of his
shoulders quaking. “Because I’m… I’m a woman now. You made me one. I’m all grown up.”
His cock lurches inside me as he curses, and comes down on his elbows, as if he doesn’t wanna be away from me. As if he wants our skin to touch and slip against each other.
I sigh when the coarse hair on his chest rubs against my swollen nipples.
He presses his sweaty forehead over mine, rolling his hips a little and shifting his cock inside of me. “Stop talking.”
I kiss his jaw for that. “You know what else?”
“Stop talking, Violet.”
I lick the sweat up from his stubbled throat. “I’ve got another secret.”
He gives me a look that can only mean that I’m torturing him. That I’m inflicting pain on him with my whispered words.
“What?” he clips.
And I smile. I flick my tongue over his beard and rock against him. Slowly, lazily, like we’re boats in that lake behind the cabin, bobbing, swaying on the water.
“I thought you wouldn’t fit because I can’t even fit a tampon in me without hurting.”
His lust-slitted eyes widen slightly in alarm and I have to bite my lip to stop from chuckling.
Then, he gives me almost his entire weight. His abdomen rests on my fluttering tummy and his chest is set against my breasts. He frames my face with his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you wouldn’t put your big, bad cock in me and I wanted you to. You needed a little pushing being bad, Mr. Edwards.”
I feel his breath rushing out and he can’t help but rock against me, as well. Tiny, short pushes of his cock inside me. Sensations explode all over my body, making everything misty and slippery, and I smile, humming.
He chuckles darkly then, taking his first long stroke. He almost completely goes out before pushing back in.
“You should’ve told me, Violet. You know why?”
“Why?”
I watch him push himself up and over my body. He plants his hands on either side of my head again and I think I have another mini-orgasm just by looking at all the rounded and curved shapes of his muscles covered in sweat.
“Because I’ve got a secret too.”
Then, he curls his abs and rolls his hips in a way that it feels like his cock is lurching up and caressing the upper wall of my pussy. It’s hitting something that’s only found in the secret recess of my sloppy channel and he’s going right after it.
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