to be still when I wanted nothing more than to plunge deeper inside her and move. I loved her. That was making love. But I needed to fuck her now. My body wanted to fuck her.
She lifted her hips to meet mine, and I watched as she breathed out and arched against me. I began to move slowly. With each stroke, I went deeper into the tightest cunt I’d ever had. It was like she was clamped around me with a soft, wet vise, and I was sure if I died right now, it would be fine. I’d had the best there was in life. This was it. Nothing got better.
“Does it still hurt?” I asked, wanting to move harder, faster.
“No,” she said, panting. “It feels good.”
I rocked my hips and buried myself as deep as I could goinside her. She met my thrust and cried out. It was the sexiest sound in the world.
“You’re so fucking tight. God, angel, do you even know how much you’ve destroyed me?” I asked, as I began to fuck her.
She lifted her knees to press against my hips, and I had to fight back the need to come. I couldn’t come inside her, and she wasn’t there yet. I wanted her pleasure before I took mine.
Lowering my head, I kissed her ear. “I want to hear you come. I want to know what that sweet pussy feels like when you orgasm. Because this is my pussy now, Emily. My fucking pussy. I’ll be the one to make it feel good. I’ll kiss it whenever you want. I’ll be so good to my pussy,” I whispered, as I kissed her ear and pulled her earlobe into my mouth.
“Oh, God, Kiro,” she panted. “Oh, God.”
She was so close. I licked her neck, then licked under her chin. “Not just your pussy, that sweet taste, it’s all over your body. I want to eat you up. Can’t keep my mouth off you, Emily.”
“Kiro, aaaaaah!” She screamed my name, and her orgasm shook her body. I trembled as I fought to follow her there. Jerking back my hips, I pulled out of her and cried out her name as my release covered her stomach.
I hadn’t come inside her, but I’d marked her body. The desire to rub it in and keep my seed on her was strong. But she was innocent, and she wasn’t ready for that kind of dirty.
Emily
T he warmth from the cloth startled me. I was tender there, and it quickly soothed the ache. Kiro was on his knees between my legs, gently cleaning me as if I could break if handled wrong. He was using such care that my eyes watered.
I wanted to pull him to me and hold him. Each layer of the guy underneath the rock god that he showed to me melted my heart a little more. He wasn’t the same man I’d watched at that party six months ago. He was different now. He was different with me.
When he was satisfied that I was cleaned up properly, he tossed the used cloth to the floor, and I made a mental note to dispose of it. There was blood and come on it, and I didn’t want a housecleaner having to deal with that.
Kiro lay down beside me and pulled me against his side. He kissed the top of my head. “I love you, Emily. I shouldn’t have told you for the first time when I was about to sink inside of you, but I couldn’t keep it in. I’m so fucking in love with you it scares me. I’ve never been in love. I may suck at this. Right now, I just want to keep you attached to me at all times.The idea of another man looking at you makes me feel rage. This shit might make me crazy.”
I slipped a hand over his chest and propped myself up to look down at him. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now. My weeks revolved around when you would call me. Hearing your voice always made everything else better. And you telling me you love me before you . . . well, you know.” I felt my cheeks burn. Talking about sex made me blush. Didn’t matter that I had done it. “That was special.”
He reached up and cupped my face as he stared at me in awe. “You love me?”
I nodded, wondering if this man realized just how lovable he was. The world loved him. No, that was wrong. The world didn’t know him. They thought
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