She slides one strap down and gulps, gazing up at me with curiosity and chagrin. I stroke myself down at the mere sight of her naked shoulder. I want to bite that shoulder while I plunge into her from behind.
“Say please,” she commands suddenly, and I exhale hard. She does want to play. She’s probably never had control over a man like this—especially a man of my size—and her face betrays how invigorating it is.
“Please,” I say.
Sabrina smiles and slides her tank top completely down on the left side. Her breast is full and perky and her nipple is a hard little spear. I want it in my mouth and she cups her breast, squeezing it gently for me. I stroke myself down. She knows she has me completely in her thrall.
“The other one, too,” I plead. After that, I’m going to beg her to spread her legs for me. I want to eat her out forever, but I don’t think my dick can take it. I felt the way her pussy sucked at my two little fingers. I can only imagine how tightly it would squeeze my whole throbbing cock.
Sabrina purses her lips, though her eyes shine. I did it. I got her to forget about Vince. I’m actually making her happy—and she’s making me happy, too. This isn’t just sexy; it’s fun.
“I don’t know,” Sabrina teases. “I already gave you the first nipple for free.”
“You’re a billionaire,” I remind her, exasperated.
“Take off your shirt,” she commands, and I grin. My fingers go to the buttons and it breaks away piece by piece, revealing my firm pectorals, my chiseled abdomen, and my powerful biceps. I’d feel cheap and used if I didn’t desperately want to unlock Sabrina’s other nipple right now.
“All right, you pimp,” I tell her, flinging my shirt to the floor. Now all I’ve got are the pants and boxers sagged around my knees. “Is that what you want?”
“Oh, yeah, daddy,” Sabrina purrs, stripping down the next strap on her tank top. She presses both her luscious tits together and my teeth sink into my lower lip.
“Now the legs,” I breathe, indicating the little bush snuggled between her thighs. I like it when she calls me Daddy. I feel like I’m the one in control again.
“Yes, sir.” She spreads her thighs for me and my legs go weak. She must notice the nearly pained expression on my face, because she says, “What’s wrong?”
“You’re too beautiful,” I tell her, abandoning my prick and pouncing onto the mattress. I whisk my tongue over her perfect pink slit again. I can’t stop. I want to burrow inside this woman, I’ve been keeping myself bottled up for so long. I want her to suck on my cock. I want to slam into her until she explodes. I love that she’s not scared anymore. I feel her flowering open in my face and I’m about to really plunge in, make her come NOW, but she reaches down and drags me upward, her eyes bright and wild.
“I’m warmed up,” she says, almost hoarse, and I know what that means. She’s ready for me.
I play my plush, broad head over her lips and her hole puckers up against my tip like they’re trying to French kiss. I have to close my eyes against how crushingly sweet this is. She’s so unbelievably slick and I flow into her. She stretches open and curls around me and I drive into her with one brutal roar of satisfaction. This was meant to be.
My head spins as I thrust into her pussy again and again, losing myself. I forget where we even are and the threat of her psychotic ex is the last thing on my mind. She’s a goddess. I want to drive into her until the end of time… but then her pussy walls flutter and twitch in a pattern I’ve never felt before, and I see stars. Forever is going to come awfully quick if she keeps doing that.
“What are you doing to me?” I ask her, thrusting with firm purpose. I try to keep myself in check and not hurt her perfect body. As I plunge into her, those intense new vibrations don’t stop. “What are you doing?”
“I’m coming,” she cries out, and I lose my mind. I drive into her with total abandon and she doesn’t stop me. It’s not hurting her. She loves it. I can feel how much she loves it in this tight hum running through her pussy right now, like she’s electric.
My eyes roll up in my head and I plunge and plunge and balloon inside her. Her pussy flexes responsively for me and I pop like a bottle of champagne, spilling into her so suddenly that the impulse to pull out doesn’t even occur to me. A wave of relief breaks over me and I stretch across Sabrina. We’re both pungent and slippery with sweat. My pants are still somehow around my ankles. The bed looks like wreckage.
“God, that was hot.” I rake a thumb over her sensitive nipple and she giggles, grinding against the softening cock still buried deep inside her. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, baby.”
“Me too,” she murmurs, and my fingers trace around her side and up her sides. Gooseflesh prickles on her arms and she adds, “Not that you have too much competition.”
Just as she says that, I feel the bottom of her scar, the extra inches I couldn’t see in the bikini, and my heart twinges for her. Poor, innocent Sabrina.
“What is it?” she whispers, peering more deeply into my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I tell her, even surprised at the tightness in my own throat. “I’ll never hurt you, you know,” I promise Sabrina instead.
Her eyebrows raise slightly and she tilts her head, curious. “Okay,” she says, and then her face changes. She realizes where my hands are. “Oh.” Her eyes slant away. “My scars.”
“You’re too beautiful,” I tell her again, even though I’m no longer talking about her naked body, spread on my bed. I’m talking about those scars, too. “And I’ll never let anything like that happen to you again, Sabrina. You have my word.”
Sabrina sighs. “We’ll see.”
I curse myself for souring our moment, which had been light-hearted and experimental, wild and gripping, but now darkened with remorse and painful memories. It must have taken such extraordinary bravery for her to be with any man again.
Though she twists to turn her back on me, I sling my arms around her, holding her safely encased between my muscles, like these impressive arms are all it will take to keep her safe.
And they are, I promise myself. I’ll keep Sabrina Brewster safe with my bare hands…
And we lapse off to sleep like that, with her encased, my front pressed to her back. I would be her second skin if I could. I would take away these scars.
Guts
Sabrina
For the past months, I’ve lived in fear. I’ve been running away, hiding from a monster who should never exist.
No. All my life, I’ve lived in fear – fear of letting my aunt and uncle down—which I eventually did—fear of not being good enough, fear of not being able to make my dream come true or accomplishing anything, for that matter.
I’m done with it.