by Snow, Jenika
“You sure no other little motherfucker has tasted how sweet your pussy is, baby?” I needed that affirmation again.
She shook her head and opened her eyes.
“You’ve been the only man to know what I feel like, Gavin.”
I growled low again.
I leaned down and closed my eyes, smelling her as I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her neck. She bared her throat for me, tipping her head back, giving me better access. The feeling of her shivering from my touch was the sweetest fucking sensation. My cock jerked violently, and my balls drew up. I wanted her in my bed, her legs spread, as I pushed my thick inches into her willing, tight body.
I bet she was just as tight as our first time, this little pussy never having another man’s cock inside it, her muscles unused, unstretched.
I’d change that tonight.
I’d feel her milking me, wanting my cum to fill her up. And I would… fucking fill her up until it slipped out of her pussy when I pulled out and made the sheets damp underneath her.
I pulled my hand out from her panties, showed her how wet my fingers were, and then proceeded to suck the digits clean. Damn, she tasted good.
I slid my hand lower so I could cup her ass, the mound firm and small, tight and supple. I wanted Bailey to feel how hard I was, how much I wanted her. My cock throbbed when I ground it against her belly, made her see what she did to me.
I wanted my mouth on hers, on her flesh, on her pussy. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her with my lips and tongue. There wouldn’t be any part of her that I didn’t own when I was finished with her.
And because I felt like an obscene bastard, I got down on my knees right in front of her, made her part her legs even more, and stared at her panty-covered pussy.
I could smell her, a sweet, musky scent that told me she was definitely soaked between her thighs. Hell, I could see how damp the material was, how primed she was for me. I looked up at her, and while staring into her eyes, I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her cunt. She gasped.
“This pussy sensitive, baby?”
She nodded.
“I’m going to own this tonight.” I added a little pressure, and she rose onto her toes. “Every fucking night, I’m going to mark you, claim you, Bailey.” I growled the words like a beast possessed. “Because when I said you’re mine, I meant for-fucking-ever.” I moved her panties to the side, feeling how wet she’d made the fabric because of me. “No other man will ever have you.” I ran a finger down her center, trying so fucking hard to stay in control. It was a losing battle though.
I wanted to be sweet and soft, gentle, but she and I both knew that wouldn’t happen. I could barely control myself as it was. I’d meant every damn word I’d said, and Bailey would really see what that meant.
I wouldn’t let her walk away this time.
Chapter Seven
Gavin
“I had no self-control that first time I had you, and that control is paper-fucking-thin now, all these years later, as you stand right before me, soaking wet and hungry for my cock.”
She’s mine.
I felt like a fucking animal, and all I wanted to do was devour every part of her. I wanted her to come for me as I licked every part of her body, as I sucked on her pussy and swallowed her cream.
My cock jerked at the thought of having my face buried between her thighs, licking and sucking on her clit until she writhed for me on the mattress. And after I fucked her good and senseless, when she couldn’t walk straight and her legs were weak, I wouldn’t let her leave. I wasn’t letting her go.
There was no way I was going to last tonight, not once I was deep in her hot, wet, untouched pussy.
“Take me to your room. Just take me, Gavin.”
I groaned, clenched my jaw, and prayed for some fucking restraint. “Fuck, you can’t say that shit to me or I’m going to come.” I was starving for her, so fucking hungry I didn’t know if I could even force myself to take my time with Bailey. I was standing straight in front of her, reached behind to grab her nape, and slanted my mouth on hers. I fucked her between the lips like I’d be doing between her thighs soon enough.
I pulled back just as she licked her lips. I couldn’t take my gaze off the sight of her little pink tongue moving along the supple flesh. I imagined her doing the same to my pre-cum that was already forming at the tip of my cock.
I had my hands tangled in her hair, tilted her head back, and kissed her again, over and over for long seconds until I was drunk from it. Because I was a vulgar bastard, I ground my hard dick right up against her belly. She made this little gasp, and I growled in approval. “You feel that?”
She nodded, her mouth parting. “Yeah,” she cried out when I did it again. “It feels huge.”
“It is, Bailey. And it’s all for you.”
“God. I need you, Gavin. I need you now.”
I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the side of her throat, feeling her pulse jack up higher, tasting the sweetness of her flesh, the slight saltiness, because she was so worked up beads of sweat lined her skin.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” I licked at her throat again. “Hold on to me.” She lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck. I went back to dragging my tongue up the slender column of her throat. I could have done this all day and night, just got high from the flavor of her flesh and the pleasure she gave me by making sweet, aroused little noises. I thrust my cock against her belly, dry humping her, needing that friction like I needed to breathe.
Something snapped in me and I became a madman, so lost in wanting her that everything was a haze as I tore away her bra and panties, the sound of material rendering filling my head. My clothes were next, my shirt and jeans a hindrance I needed gone, my boxer briefs a barrier to her that pissed me off.
I took a step back, because I needed to look my fill of her. I followed the lines of her long, slender legs, gazed at her pussy covered in a small, trimmed triangle of dark hair, her bared pussy lips visible, and continued an upward path over her flat belly and finally stopping at her breasts. The mounds were big, her nipples a dark shade of pink, the tips hard for me.
My mouth watered.
I reached down and grabbed my thick cock, stroking myself from root to tip. “You want this monster inside you?” I said obscenely as I jerked myself off. She lowered her gaze to my dick and licked her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered with so much heat in her voice I felt it singe my skin.
I was ready to fill her up, to make her take it all. Then, I’d slowly pull out of her and watch as my cum slipped from her pussy. I groaned out loud from that thought and image.
I let go of my shaft, because I was perilously close to coming, and went for her again. I gripped the firm cheeks of her ass in my big palms and squeezed the mounds until I felt her rise up on her toes. I lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my waist instantly, as if she knew what to do.
And then I headed to my room, finally having my fantasy become a reality.
I made quick work of getting to my room, and once inside, I didn’t want to let her go, but I also wanted between her sweet thighs even more. I set her on the bed, curled my hands into tight fists, and just looked down at her. Fuck, she looked good on my mattress.
“Lay back for me.” I groaned those four words out. She did just that, resting back on the bed, her breasts slightly shaking from the movement. She looked tiny on the king-sized mattress. “Spread your legs, Bailey.”
She instantly obeyed. I stared between her thighs, her pink, pretty pussy on display, wet, her clit swollen, and need evident. No one compared to Bailey. No one ever would. And once I was balls-deep in her soaking-wet cunt, I wouldn’t last.
I grabbed my dick and stroked myself. It felt incredible, but not as good as how I knew she’d feel inside, her pussy muscles clamping down on me as she came.
“Spread wider for me.” Yeah, I was being a dirty bastard,
but I couldn’t help it. I stroked myself faster, harder from root to tip, using the pre-cum that formed at the crown of my shaft to lubricate my length, making my jerking off even easier. I kept my focus on her pussy, her pink, slightly swollen pussy lips, and the little clit at the top.
Christ, I’m not going to last.
Sweat beaded at my brow. Hell, I’d be lucky to last five minutes once inside her. And as I ran my palm over the crest of my cock again, my whole body tensed, my breathing becoming even more ragged.
“Touch that pussy for me,” I gritted out between clenched teeth, my focus never wavering between her legs. She listened to me so well, and all I could do was watch in rapt awe as she slid her finger down her belly and through her cleft, teasing her hole before bringing the digits up to rub small circles around her clit.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“How many times did you touch yourself and think about me?” I looked into her face so I could see her reaction, her expression.
“Every night,” she admitted on a harsh whisper as her pleasure clearly grew.
Fuck. I was coming unhinged.
She took in a stuttering breath as she continued to rub her clit and stare at me. “I thought about you every day, pictured you were the one touching me as I rubbed my clit and got off.”
The air left my lungs violently.
She’d never have to pleasure herself thinking about me again, because I’d be right there to get her off from this point forward.
Chapter Eight
Bailey
I was nervous, but I was even more aroused that the shyness I felt was overshadowed by my desire. With my legs parted, my fingers siding through my soaked pussy, I knew I’d be able to orgasm from this alone, from the way Gavin looked at me with so much heat I actually felt it.
I parted my legs even wider and showed Gavin the part of me that ached for him the most. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to please me. I took a stuttering breath and looked down at the long, thick length of his cock. He was so big, so hard for me. And as he stroked himself, I watched pre-cum line the tip.
“That’s it. So good, Bailey,” he grumbled out as if he might have meant to say those words to himself.
I felt my cheeks heat at the fact that I touched myself while he watched.
“I want to know what you’d do, how you did it as you touched yourself and thought about me.” He took a step closer, and I inhaled sharply.
“I’d lie in my bed at night, my roommate just a few feet from me.” God, was I really saying these things out loud to him? “And I’d slide my fingers down my belly and under my sleep pants and panties…” I took a shaky breath.
“And, baby? What next?
“I’d rub my clit until I came, the image of you in my head.” I rubbed myself, and a gasp of pleasure left me.
He was moving his palm faster over himself.
“Keep touching yourself,” he grunted.
And I did. My fingers were slick from my pussy, and the digits glided over my lips and clit with ease.
Gavin kept watching what I did, his focus transfixed right between my thighs.
I moved my fingers, started rubbing the bundle of nerves faster. I clenched my other hand on the sheets beside me, my back arched, my lips parted, and my breasts thrust forward in wanton need. A gasp left me as the pleasure slammed into me.
I felt eroticism lick over my skin.
“I can’t wait.” He was on me a second later, pushing my hand away, looking down at my pussy. As much as I enjoyed the foreplay, I desperately wanted to feel him in me again.
He pressed his massive chest against me, the weight feeling incredible. He cupped the side of my face, not gently and not like we were about to make love. He touched me like he owned me, like he’d possess every single inch of my body and then some.
Gavin moved his hand down my breasts, along my belly, and placed it right between my legs over my pussy. “No other man will know how wet and hot you are here.” He added a bit of pressure, and my back arched on its own, my mouth opening on a silent groan. His voice was low, dark. He started slowly grinding his dick against me.
He leaned down and started sucking at the base of my throat. God, I could have an orgasm from that alone. He pulled back but only so he could kiss me. I couldn’t stop the small noise that left the back of my throat. Gavin made a distorted sound, this animalistic noise that told me he’d go over the edge right along with me.
I wanted raw, rough, and uninhibited.
He was thorough with his tongue and lips, and I was ready to beg him to fuck me, to end my need already.
“You feel what you do to me?” he asked and thrust his dick against me harder.
“God, yes,” I moaned. “But I want you inside me.”
“Fuck, that’s what I want to hear.” The hot, hard length of him pressed right on my pussy, and he started thrusting against me, causing friction, having me squirming for more. His cock pressed right to my slit, my pussy lips framing his length. God, he was huge.
Gavin started moving his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against me, dry humping me.
His cockhead moved over my clit every time he pressed his dick upward, and these barely audible sounds left me. I wasn’t in control right now. But then again, I didn’t want to be. And for long seconds, all Gavin did was move back and forth against me, driving our passion higher. I had my hands on his biceps, dug my nails into his flesh, and heard him hiss. But as I was about to remove my fingers from his skin, he grunted.
“No, I like it.” He thrust against me hard, pressing on the bundle of nerves over and over again. “I want to fuck you so hard, want to stretch this little pussy of yours.”
He groaned deeply, the noise more pained than anything I’d ever heard before. Everything inside me stilled, became tense and ready.
He had his mouth by my ear and said, “Relax for me. I’m about to end this torment for the both of us.”
He didn’t move for a second, but I felt how wide the head of his dick was pressed against my opening. I was so wet, so worked up I knew he’d slide right into me without any resistance. And in one deep, hard thrust, he shoved all those huge inches into me. My back arched involuntary from the sudden motion, from the powerful penetration. My breasts were thrust out, my nipples rock-hard. I wasn’t a virgin, but I’d only had sex once, with Gavin all those years ago, so his penetration was sudden, jarring, and there was discomfort.
He groaned above me, closed his eyes, beads of sweat on his forehead. He was tense, his muscles strained, his tendons on display. I knew he was trying to control himself. His balls were pressed right up against my ass. They were a big, heavy weight.
“Ready?”
I nodded.
But then he started pulling out and gently pushing back in. The pain mixed with the pleasure. He had his eyes partially open, his focus on me. His massive chest rose and fell as he breathed in and out, brushing against mine, letting reality settle in further.
“So tight, just as I remembered.” He pushed in deep, so deep I was rocked up on the bed an inch. He pulled out, bringing the tip of himself right to my entrance. He plunged back in, taking my sanity. “Bailey, I want you to see what I’m doing,” he said as he leaned back and stared at where he was plunged in deep. “Watch as I take you, as I claim this pussy as mine.” He slammed into me again and again, and the breath was stolen from me.
I shifted slightly, rising up and bracing my upper body on my elbows so I could see what he did. I watched as he pumped in and out of me, his cock becoming visible, the length slick and glossy form my pussy cream.
The sight turned me on even more.
When I lifted my head and looked at his face again, I saw Gavin was already watching me.
His body shook atop mine as if he was having a hard time controlling himself. “Fuck, I’m turned on, barely holding onto my control.” He started fucking me like he really meant it, and I hadn’t realized until this one moment just how much
he’d been holding back.
I lay back, unable to hold myself up anymore as he took control, claimed me, stole everything from me in the best of ways. He pulled out of me, and I gasped in surprise and at the loss of having him buried in my body. But before I could complain or beg him to slide back into my pussy, he gripped my waist and flipped me over and helped me onto my hands and knees. I closed my eyes and curled the sheets in my fists, holding on as he pounded into me.
So good.
He smoothed his hand over my ass. His touch felt so good, so demanding. There was no doubt in my mind Gavin was always this raw, this powerful during sex. He’d always be this way, and I loved it.
For long seconds, all he did was stroke my ass, gliding his palm gently at first, as if he were savoring this moment. And then he brought his palm down on a cheek, the pain instant, the sting breath-stealing.
I gasped out, my eyes widening, my flesh heating where he’d struck me.
God, that felt good. Really good. And when I moaned, “Gavin,” he did it again, groaned deeply in his chest, and I jerked and gasped in pleasure.
“This ass is mine,” he demanded. “This pussy, your tits, all of you is mine, Bailey.”
He spanked my ass again. “You’re so fucking hot, so damn perfect in every way.” He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled my head back, my throat arching, being bared. “You want me back inside, Bailey? You want my thick cock pounding away in this tight pussy?”
“Yes.” I cried out that lone word.
And then Gavin placed his cock right back at my entrance and in one fluid motion shoved deep into me. “Yes. Jesus.” Gavin started fucking me, not slow and easy, not gentle. He owned my pussy. He grabbed my waist, curled his fingers into my flesh hard enough it hurt, and fucked me like he was dying for it.
“More,” I found myself crying out.
Over and over, he surged into me and retreated. And when I couldn’t take any more, when I felt the world fall away, he plunged into me once more and stilled, filling me up.
