My chest expands at his praise, the urge to please him filling me from the inside out. I lean in, my mouth parting as I suck him between my lips, my jaw stretching to accommodate him.
His hand shoots down to tangle in my hair.
My tongue swirls around the flesh, surprise flowing through me at the taste, and when the tip of my tongue finds the ridge on his head and flicks, he groans, his palm pushing me farther onto him.
My eyes widen, but I don’t resist, allowing him to push me down.
One of his hands trails from my hair to my jaw, his fingers massaging the muscles, as though he’s urging them to relax. “Such a perfect girl,” he coos.
Pride shoots through me like a bullet and I double my efforts, his length filling my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. My eyes water from the sting, a slight ache radiating through my jaw.
How am I supposed to keep doing this?
The vein on the underside of his shaft pulses on my tongue, and I moan, a rush of desire surging through me. I’ve never felt as powerful as I do in this moment, bending over a man who bleeds dominance and making him come apart at the seams.
He jerks my head back, his cock literally popping out of my mouth. The rush of air makes me gasp, and tears well in my eyes from the sudden shift.
“Was it…” I suck in a breath. “Was it not okay?”
He smiles but doesn’t speak, moving forward until his arms wrap around my body so he can lift me up. He carries me through the hallway and into his room, tossing me on his bed, my body bouncing off the soft mattress and silky sheets.
“You did wonderful, pet.” His lips trail up my legs, laving kisses along every inch of my body. “Too well.”
He rises above me, his knees placed between my thighs, his frame casting a shadow over my body. I reach forward, my fingers grasping for the buttons on his shirt, but his hand comes down and stops me, his jaw tensing as he shakes his head no.
The rejection burns its way through my insides, and I snap my hand back, heat flooding my cheeks. I wait for an explanation, but it never comes, and I don’t want to ruin the moment by asking.
His touch runs up the length of my body as he lowers himself on top of me, his teeth scraping along my jaw. A gush of wetness seeps from my core, pooling underneath me on the sheets.
He thrusts his hips forward, the tip of his cock sliding against my swollen clit, pleasure swirling deep in my abdomen.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
My center clenches around air, stomach tensing as the coil wraps tighter. “I’m yours.”
“Prove it.” He moves his tip to my opening, his cock glistening from sliding between my lips. But he doesn’t move. He simply waits.
“Take it, James.”
His eyes lock on mine for long moments, and I reach up, stroking his jaw with my fingers. “I trust you.”
A flash of something coasts across his eyes. “You shouldn’t.”
I don’t have time to think about his words before he glides inside of me, a sharp sting splicing through my body. I inhale quickly, my body tensing around him, immediately wanting to fight against the intrusion.
He grits his teeth. “You have to relax, or I’ll never fit inside you.”
I bite my lip and nod, the fear of disappointing him worse than the fear of the pain.
His hand grips the nape of my neck, dragging my face to his. “I’ll take care of you, darling. Breathe through the pain.”
He blows out a breath and I suck it in, a tear escaping from the corner of my eye. Stupid. I try to move my hand to wipe it from my cheek, but he bats it away, his mouth pressing kisses along my jaw until he reaches the path of wetness, licking it up.
His hips move forward but stalls as he hits resistance, and then with a single thrust he pushes through. My arms fly around his shoulders, my fingernails pressing into him so tightly I’m sure they draw blood.
Our breaths mingle in the space between us, and when he starts to slowly move, his lips skim mine with every thrust. The sting is now accompanied by a deep throbbing, like a bruise that’s settling in deep, but I focus on the fullness instead of the pain.
“Does it feel good?” I ask.
His hips press deeper. “You feel incredible.”
As he continues to move inside me, the sting gives way to a blissful numbness, allowing me to focus on the sharp angles of his face. On the way that his eyes soak me in like I’m sunshine, and he’s desperate for the rays.
The discomfort is still there, but there’s also a tendril of pleasure unfurling through my middle simply from feeling him inside me. From the knowledge that I’m the one making him feel this way. That he’s letting down his guard for me.
I lift my upper body off the bed, my breasts mashing into the fabric of his shirt. “Are you going to come inside of me?” I whisper into his ear, my body flushing from the filthy words leaving my lips.
I’m not sure what gives me the courage to say it, but somehow, whenever I’m with him, I do things I never knew I could.
His hips falter, his hands grabbing my arms from around him and pinning them above my head, his palms wrapping around my wrists.
“Is that what you want?” he asks. “Want me to split you apart, and come so deep you’ll feel me for days?”
I moan, my abs tensing and legs shaking. “Yes.”
His hips push faster, his balls slapping against me on every thrust, his palms pressing so deep on my wrists that my hands tingle. And then he tenses, his movements turning choppy as he presses in as deep as he can go.
I can feel him pulse, spurt after spurt, shooting deep inside of me, his low groan making my inner walls clench, trying to milk it out.
He collapses on top of me, his fingers loosening from my wrists, and I swear to God in this moment, I’ve never felt closer to anyone than I do to him.
This man I’ve only known for days, yet he treats me like I’m precious.
Like I’m his.
His breathing is ragged, his face resting in the crook of my neck, and my hands come up to his head, stroking down his hair and over the tops of his shoulders. He shivers under my touch, and I smile, my heart swelling.
I was worried I’d regret allowing him to take my virginity, but all I feel is relief that it’s gone.
James took that fragile girl and threw her somewhere I can’t find, and at least for now, I’m basking in her absence.
22
James
It’s been years since my mind has been quiet. Even longer since I’ve been able to relax, even in the comfort of my own home. But last night, I fell deep into a dreamless sleep, and woke up wrapped around Wendy’s curves.
I hadn’t planned to come inside her. But the thought of her swelling with my child right in front of her father’s eyes—right before I slit his throat, had my balls tightening and cum shooting out of my tip before I could even finish the fantasy.
She unhinges me in a way I don’t quite understand. But I enjoy the dreamless nights and the comfort she provides upon waking.
I lean down, breathing in her scent, my cock thickening against her backside. She stirs in my arms, murmuring something as her eyes flutter open.
My chest pulls. “Good morning, darling.”
She grins, her face still slack from sleep, and raises her arms above her head, stretching. The movement pushes her body into mine, causing blood to rush to my groin.
I want to take her again.
Harder this time. But I resist, knowing she must be sore. Surprisingly, the thought of her in pain does nothing to excite me.
“Morning?” She shoots up in bed, running a hand through her tangled hair. “What time is it?”
“I’m not sure.”
“You don’t have a clock?” Her forehead scrunches.
My jaw clenches. “I haven’t been too worried about the time since there’s something much more important in my bed.”
Her frantic movements stall, pink flooding her cheeks. “Oh,” she whispers.
I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “Yes. Oh.”
Her body melts into mine as she peers at me through her lashes. “I have to go. I promised my brother I’d take him to his new school today.”
Brother.
I’ve known about him, of course, but it occurs to me that Wendy doesn’t realize that, so I lift my brows in what I hope is a surprised expression, tilting my head the slightest amount. “Brother?”
“Yeah.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget we don’t actually know each other well.”
My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into my chest. “I feel as though we got to know each other fairly well last night.” My teeth nip her ear.
She giggles. “You know what I mean.” She turns in my arms, looking up at me. “Do you have any siblings?”
Ice trickles through my veins, freezing out any lingering warmth. “No family, I’m afraid. Just me.”
Her gaze bounces from my eyes to my lips, and back. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
I brush off her concern. “Don’t be, darling. Family couldn’t handle the likes of me, anyway.”