This is a repost of an older story of mine with some minor editing. Thank you, R, for your preservation skills.
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Chapter 1: What Big Eyes You Have
"Do you like that?" he asked after his warm, wet tongue ran along my painfully sensitive nipple.
He knew perfectly well that I did.
Pleasure bloomed throughout my body. His mouth caressed and consumed my breast. No other guy I'd ever been with knew my body the way he did, which should have been ridiculous because this was the first time he was acquainting himself with the most intimate parts of me.
"Please," I finally whispered.
I needed him inside me, momentarily not caring about how wrong and dangerous it was. I hated myself for wanting it, but the desire was too powerful to ignore. And I had gone too far already, I told myself. I'd hate myself
later
; now I would do my best to enjoy it. Looking down at his head on my breast, it definitely wouldn't be hard to enjoy it.
I shifted uneasily beneath him. "Just do it already."
He laughed against my wet flesh, his hot breath fanning across me and making me shiver. Green, desire-drenched eyes met mine. "So
impatient
. What do you want?"
My eyes clenched shut. Why did he have to make me say it? Couldn't we just fuck and get it out of our systems? I'd be guilty enough when it was over—did I have to have memories of begging for his cock to haunt me, as well? Maybe he
wanted
me to have those memories, just to be a dick. I wouldn't be surprised.
"What do you want?" he repeated, his talented mouth moving down to kiss and lick my belly.
I sighed, knowing nothing would happen until I answered him. He'd always been stubborn. "I want you."
He muffled a laugh against my belly.
Slowly, so slowly I wanted to scream, he pulled my panties down. The fabric and his rough fingers tickled my skin. My wet pussy clenched as the cool air rushed against it.
"And what do you need?" his sinfully low voice asked.
I was ready to kick him in the face, but that would mean he couldn't fuck me and I couldn't have that.
"You're an asshole," I muttered, closing my eyes.
"Tsk, tsk. Open your eyes and tell me what you need." A finger toyed with my soaking lips. My body arched on its own.
"You," I whispered, tears nearly coming to my eyes. I had never needed to have sex like this before, and I had never been more turned on.
He shook his head playfully. "You know what I want you to say."
I couldn't fight him anymore. I was too desperate. "Your cock."
Savagely he tossed me across the bed. I loved the roughness, which surprised me. I'd always been made love to tenderly, slowly. With emotion.
But this was totally different. This was going to be straight fucking. There would be no caresses here, no sweet kisses, no deep looks.
Plain old fucking.
And somehow that eased my conscience a little bit, as fucked up as it sounds.
Suddenly he was on top of me, nudging himself between my thighs. "I just couldn't stop thinking about—"
"It's okay, Nina," he said, almost gently.
"This is so wrong," I nearly cried. He didn't say anything.
His rock hard cock bumped against my wetness and we both moaned.
"Just this one time, Patrick, and we never bring it up again. Promise—
oh
," I had to pause. He had his hot, wet mouth over my nipple, sucking it desperately like a newborn. Two fingers were pushing in and out of my far too ready pussy. "Patrick!"
"Yeah, yeah, one time," he muttered distractedly, kissing his way down my body.
"I'm fucking serious! Promise! Promise me. One time and that's it, and we never mention or..."
But he stopped me again when his mouth found my pussy and I could only moan. I'd had a few guys go down on me before and I loved it, of course, but the image of Patrick's cinnamon-colored hair between my thighs as his electric tongue laved my lips and tender clit had me sobbing. He added a finger, fucking me with a ferocity that had me writhing and grasping at his hair. His lips sucked in my clit and his tongue flicked against it frantically.
"Oh my God, Patrick," I said over and over. I didn't think I'd speak coherently ever again. 'I can't... I don't..."
Before I finished my statement, his large frame was back on top of me and his hardness was pushing its way through my slick pussy. There was a delicious resistance, but after a few ruts he was blissfully inside me. We both cried out.
He whispered the filthiest words in my ear:
Your pussy was made me for me.
I can't wait to come in you.
I'm going to fill you up so much, cum's going to dribble out of you for days.
I bet you've never been fucked like this. Get used to it. I'm going to fuck you every way imaginable... I'll have you scream my name like you don't know any other word.
He pounded away, the wet sound of him moving through me turning me on. Not to mention the way he looked into my eyes, like I was the only woman he'd ever fucked—which I knew was far from the truth.
"I want to fuck you all day," he told me, sucking my lobe. "I think I'm going to be hard for the rest of the night, even after I come."
Then he couldn't speak anymore. Our hips slapped together, our sweat dripped down our bodies and our tongues toyed playfully with one another. Our moans and hisses filled the dark room, creating a beautifully erotic soundtrack to our union. I knew I'd go home later and finger myself to the memory, and that thought made me feel dirtier and hornier than I already felt.
My hips lifted up to meet him. I couldn't get enough of his cock inside me. He breathed harshly through his nose at the sensation of me fucking him back, and then continued pounding me deeply. His hand snaked between to grab my breast, pressing against the nipple with his thumb. I jumped and my pussy automatically tightened.
Cursing, he picked up his pace. He bent his head over to latch onto my nipple. He sucked it for a few minutes and then ran his hand down to my slippery clit. He didn't bother teasing; he went straight to circling it with his finger, over and over again. His aim was to make me come, which plucked the chord of desire inside me. I gasped and clutched his forearm. My vision blurred at the indescribable pleasure. I briefly wondered if he was fucking me blind, but all thoughts vanished after a particularly rough thrust.
His movements started growing sluggish and less focused. I knew the end was coming. Finally I felt his teeth bite down on my shoulder and I lost control of my body, coming in a way I never had before. It was
so
good it was almost painful. I didn't think it would ever stop. He let out a litany of curses and stopped thrusting, grinding deeply instead. With one final curse he came, shooting a healthy-sized load inside me. I wondered when he'd last fucked.
He'd been insatiable with me. Wild. Brutish. God, it was divine.
After we caught our breath and cooled down a little, he placed a heavy hand on my hip that was almost possessive. "We're not finished," was all he said.
