I lowered my head and latched onto one of her nipples. Moving my tongue around her areola, I reveled in her flavor as I sucked the taut peak into my mouth and felt her tremble. She moaned for me, and I took her flesh harder and more fiercely.
I alternated to the other breast until both of her nipples were wet, hard, and red from my ministrations. Her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop me from escalating this.
No, it would make me go harder, make me push her boundaries.
“I want to see every fucking part of your body that will be mine.” I leaned forward and kissed her. After a few seconds I pulled back an inch. “And when I slide my dick into your pussy, tearing through your virginity, you’ll know you’re mine.”
“Oh. God,” she moaned softly.
She leaned forward slightly until our mouths were fused together once more. I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, licking, sucking, and making her feverish for me.
Yes, she is mine.
While we kissed, I moved my hand between our bodies and placed it right over her pussy, through the material of her shorts. I pulled back to look at her face again. “Look at me,” I said, demanding she open her eyes, know how serious I was about this. I wasn’t going to stop, not now, not ever. “This is mine.” I added pressure between her thighs. “You are mine.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I ran my tongue over her collarbone. “You’re it for me.” I started kissing her again. She had her hands on my biceps, her nails digging into my skin.
“I want to be inside of you so badly right now. I want to push my cock deep in your pussy, make you feel stretched, fill you up completely.” I groaned the words, working myself up even more. “I want my cum filling you, slipping from the tight confines of your body as I watch it soak the sheets,” I groaned against her flesh, meaning every dirty fucking word I said.
“God.” She moaned. She licked her lips and lifted her hip, causing my hand to press farther against her.
“I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.”
She gasped.
“I’m going to make it so you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
I shouldn’t say this. I shouldn’t be here with her, doing this, being a dirty fucking bastard.
I took her mouth brutally and twisted my hand so I could press my thumb to her clit. The nub was swollen, eager for more of what only I could give her. She writhed for me, held on to my biceps with an unyielding force, and curled her nails deeper into my flesh.
All I could think about was that she was mine.
A moan left her, and before she could suck in another lungful of air, I was moving down until my face was at the junction between her thighs. “I need to taste you, need to drown in you.” I looked up the length of her body. “I need my lips numb from eating you out.”
I pulled back and stared between her legs. I rubbed my fingers over her shorts, the material soaked clean through.
Fuck.
Jessa was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I need you now, Rye.”
I loved hearing her beg. I ran my tongue along her inner thigh and then moved to her other, needing more.
“Rye.” She had her hands in my hair a second later, tugging at the strands forcefully.
“Yeah. That’s so fucking it.” I squeezed my hands on her thighs, knowing I’d cause her bruises, leaving my mark on her. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She moaned a response. I latched my mouth right over her pussy, not caring that her underwear was in the way.
I had her shorts off but left her underwear on. I sucked on her through her panties until the material grew pliant and soaked from my saliva. I forced myself to pull away. I could see every part of her. Her panties were all but transparent due to her wetness, and my cock jerked. I reached between my legs and rubbed my cock through my jeans, needing the stimulation at the moment.
“I need you,” she whispered, and that plea went through my entire body. I slipped a finger under the edge of her underwear, running the digit up and down the soaked material. I stared at her face as I pulled it aside. I looked back between her thighs and stared at her exposed pussy.
God. So fucking hot.
“Touch me.”
A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back. I leaned forward and attacked her pink flesh like a starving man. I was starving for her, dying to have her flavor on my tongue, down my throat.
The musky, sweet smell and flavor of her exploded on my tongue. I licked and sucked at her harder. The sounds she made had me insane.
I kept her panties pushed to the side and pulled her pussy lips apart with my thumbs. And then I flattened my tongue and slowly dragged it up her slit. I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time I teased her pussy hole, not penetrating her but letting her know I was right here, ready to take her.
She tasted so fucking good, sweet with a hint of musk that drove me fucking insane.
I sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force, wanting her to come from this alone, needing her to do this for me like I needed to fucking breathe.
“God, yes. Yes.”
And then she did explode for me. I didn’t stop working my mouth on her, didn’t stop drawing the pleasure from her body.
She had a grip on my hair, pulling the strands hard enough that my pleasure and pain went up a notch. I grunted but didn’t stop what I was doing. I was so fucking turned on that I didn’t even hide the fact I was all but fucking the air, pushing my cock into the nothingness and wishing I was in her pussy right now.
I pulled away, trying to stay calm but having a really fucking hard time at it. The sight of the post-climatic high covering her face had my entire body strung tight.
“Take me to my bedroom.” She whispered the plea to me. Her cheeks were red from the orgasm I had given her.
I had her in my arms as soon as the words left her mouth. We were in the bedroom in a matter of seconds. I wasn’t about to waste time before having my dick so far up in her cunt she didn’t know where she started and I ended.
I kicked her bedroom door shut with my foot and strode to her bed. Once I had her steadied on the ground, I took a step back. “Get on the mattress and lie back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, baby.”
She did what I said without any hesitation, and a deep, approving noise left me. When she had her legs spread wide and I saw how pink and wet she was, I ran a hand over my mouth, trying to rein in my control.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah, that’s so it.”
Her clit was hard, and the crack of her ass and roundness of her cheeks called out to me. I’d be fucking her ass at some point, pushing my dick through the tight ring of muscle and claiming that part of her as well.
For a moment all I did was stare at her, at the pussy that was mine and no one else’s.
“God, yes, Rye.”
“Say you’re mine,” I ordered, needing her to say the words again and again, needing her to be drunk from it all.
“I’m yours.”
Yeah, she is.
Slowly I moved my gaze from her pussy to her face. I held her attention with my own, making it known nonverbally that we were now connected. Once I had my cock up in her, claimed her, marked her, no other male would touch her. They wouldn’t even fucking dare to look at her, fucking think they could have her.
She was the only woman who meant more to me than anything else on this fucking planet. And I’d make sure she knew that every single day for the rest of her life.
6
Jessa
I was on my bed, totally naked, and my legs spread so wide my inner thigh muscles protested. Rye looked at me like he was barely hanging on to his control.
Hell, he looked like he was about to snap, and I wanted that, needed it. Before he came a step closer, I watched as he started taking his clothes off. The air was thicker than before, so hot, so humid. I was hyperventilating, my arousal like a living entity in me, my need so strong that I couldn’t think straight.
He removed his shirt, his muscles and tattoos so pronounced, so masculine that I felt wetness slip from my pussy, my lust climbing higher and higher. My throat was tight, my mouth dry. Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and my heart jackknifed. Rye was huge, tall and big all over, the epitome of what a male should look like. His short dark hair was disheveled from removing his shirt, but it looked good on him … so damn good.
Giving in to Rye was easy, because being with him was what I’d wanted for a long time.
“I want to make this good for you. I want to be sweet and gentle, take things slow, but having you so close, seeing you this way makes me frenzied.”
“I don’t want you to have to hold back, to be someone you’re not.”
He made this low, almost dangerous sound, and it had me craving more.
He went for his belt, and when that was removed, he undid the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. I was so wet. Then he was naked for me, all his hardness, maleness coming at me like a derailed train. His chest was smooth aside from a dark line of hair that started right below his belly button and continued its downward path to his cock.
My mouth dried at the sight of his erection. The ridiculous thought passed through my head that he wouldn’t fit inside of me, that his shaft was so thick and long that there was no way I could handle him. But I knew that wasn’t the case. I knew my body would accept him, would open up and take all of him inside of me. I’d stretch, there would be pain, but I wanted it all.