“I am,” she quickly blurts out. “I am.”
“Well, then we need to get some things straight.” Her throat moves in a deep swallow from my words. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. I don’t often wait that long for the things I want, but seeing you naked in my bed with this”—I cup my hand over her wet panties—“ready for me...fuck. I can’t wait to fuck you. But I’m not going to do it if you keep talking shit about your body.”
“I didn’t say anything—”
“In here.” I lightly tap the side of her head.
I watch as guilt forms on her features.
“You’re mine tonight, and all I see is this insanely sexy body ready for me. These tits”—I take a handful—“that I want to bury my face in all night. These thighs”—I squeeze the underside of one—“that I would love nothing more than to use as cheek warmers. And this”—I dip my fingers into the soaked lace fabric—“this pussy that is so fucking warm and wet.” Sliding a finger between her folds, I slip it inside her, causing Stevie’s back to arch and a whimper to leave her throat.
“This is all mine tonight,” I continue. “And I’m not going to let you talk shit about what’s mine. So, I’m going to need you to stop, or we aren’t doing this.”
Stevie doesn’t answer, nerves evident on her face.
I push my erection into her leg, letting her feel how hard I am. “I’m not kidding, Stevie. I’ll go take care of this myself, just as I have countless times over the last few weeks if you don’t start being nice to yourself.”
“You haven’t hooked up with anyone else over the last few weeks?” Her brows crease with confusion.
Dropping some of my weight, my chest lies flush on top of her bare tits. This isn’t a position I’m used to—too intimate. I’m not into eye contact or shit like that when it comes to sex, but this is before anything has really started, so I’ll let it slide.
“No,” I tell her honestly. “I’m not kidding when I say I’ve been thinking about fucking you for weeks now. You’re all I’ve been wanting.”
Stevie’s eyes widen with surprise.
“All of this.” My hand roams down her stomach, squeezing her leg before snaking around and cupping her ass. I hide my face into the crook of her neck, my words muffled against her skin. “So please let me have it.”
“Shit, Zanders. I didn’t know you were so obsessed with me.” A slight smirk lifts on her lips, a bit more confidence replacing the previous uncertainty.
Stevie’s soft hand runs the length of my rib cage before digging her fingers into my lower back and causing my dick to thrust against her. My eyes hood over as I repeat the movement, finding some much-needed friction.
“I’m going to fucking destroy your body tonight and hopefully some of those insecurities that don’t make any goddamn sense right along with it.”
The knowing grin that was lifting on her lips falls, her mouth gaping in shock instead.
“Can I fuck you senseless, sweetheart?”
Words have evaded the usual quick-witted girl, who instead silently nods in agreement.
“Good.” I stand at the foot of the bed, my fingers finding the waistband of her panties. “Lift your hips for me.”
She does as I say, and as the lace drops to the floor, I can’t help but admire the view. Even through the darkness, I can see the soft brown folds of her pussy glistening from here.
“So pretty,” I breathe out as my fingers find her, circling her clit and causing her to writhe beneath my simple touch.
I want to fucking devour her. I want to bury my face so deep between her legs, I’ll have to come up for oxygen eventually, but she told me no, so until she takes it back, it’s not going to happen.
Not that she needs much of a warmup. She soaked already, and my fingers have slipped inside of her multiple times with ease. Hopefully, she’s able to take everything I have to offer. It’s a lot for most women. In fact, most times, I have to hold myself back more than I’d like, but I have faith that Stevie can handle it.
Leaving for a moment, I grab a condom from my bag while Stevie watches me roll it on.
“I’m clean, by the way.” Not that she asked, but I get my shit checked on the regular and figured she should know.
She bites down on her lip as she stares at my condom-covered dick, salivating from where she lies on the bed. “Me too.”
“Turn over.” Stroking myself, I watch as she does what I say, getting on all fours. “Such a good girl,” I add with the slap of her ass. “Now, hold on to the headboard.”
Her slender fingers, decorated with tiny gold rings, hold on to the bed frame as she spreads her knees, giving me a perfect view.
I’ve been imagining this for weeks now. What her pussy would look like, feel like, but my imagination was absolute shit compared to the real thing. Skimming my palm over my jaw, I can’t help but shake my head in satisfaction. Because it’s real fucking pretty.
With my fist wrapped around my cock, I climb onto the bed, sitting up on my knees with Stevie’s ass right there, her legs spread for me. I dip two fingers into my mouth before grazing them over her core. When they disappear inside of her, Stevie’s head drops between her shoulders as she pushes into my hand, finding a rhythm.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” My focus is locked on my disappearing fingers, mesmerized by the whole thing.
“I want you to stop calling me ‘sweetheart.’”
My lips lift on one side, unable to hide it. “Not a chance. Besides, I have teammates on either side of these thin walls. You want them to hear me call you by name while I’m coming inside of you?”
Stevie doesn’t answer but instead moans at my words as she continues to roll her hips, meeting my fingers in pace.
Removing my fingers from her pussy, I wrap a fist around the base of my cock, tapping it against her clit. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?”
I slide my length against her folds, watching the condom coat with her arousal.
“Yes,” she begs. “Please, Zanders.”
“Then take it.” I grip her hip, line myself up, and push into her. I go somewhat slowly, letting her adjust to my size as I watch her knuckles turn white, holding on to the headboard.
“Oh my God,” she cries.
My eyes roll back as she fully takes me, my fingertips curling into the skin on her hips as I try to hold myself back for a moment. “So good,” I encourage, but holy fuck, that doesn’t do it justice.
Great. Perfect. Five-star pussy is more like it. It grips around me, and I have to focus on not coming like a fucking teenager going through puberty.
Stevie’s head has dropped down, her chestnut curls running all over as she adjusts to having me inside of her. After a moment of pause, she pushes her ass back into me, needing the movement.
My first thrust is half speed, pulling a breathy, “Yes,” from her.
Putting a little more force behind the act, I pull back before pushing into her again.