I separated our lips and rasped, “I hope you’ll forgive me, baby. I need to fuck you fast and hard, to be inside you. Now. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
That look flashed in her eyes again, but it was gone so swiftly that I questioned if I’d actually seen it. Crashing my mouth down over hers once again, I yanked down her underwear, tearing it in the process. I grabbed a condom from my pocket and pulled out my cock. I leaned back slightly and rolled on the condom one-handed, a talent I was supremely grateful for, then swiped a finger up her pussy. “Damn, you are so fucking wet. You’re ready to take me, aren’t you, baby?”
She whimpered, her eyes shut, and her head resting on the wall. I slipped a finger inside her and she froze for a second before her hips thrust up, taking my finger deeper. “Baby, you’re tight as hell.” Her pussy was being stretched by my single digit, and it made me pause, worried that it had been a long time and I would hurt her. “How long has it been?” I asked, my voice muffled because I was kissing a line down her cleavage.
“It’s—um, it’s been a long time coming,” she panted.
I assumed she didn’t understand my question and was referring to how the night seemed to take forever to get us to this point. I plunged my finger in a few more times, eventually adding another. She was dripping down my hand and my mouth watered at the thought of licking up all that sweet cream later. Removing my fingers, I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. “I knew you’d taste amazing,” I grunted. “I’m going to eat that pussy later, feast on it until you’re screaming for me to stop.”
Bailey moaned and her hips bucked. I lined us up and slammed her down onto my cock until I was fully inside her. Something snapped along the way and Bailey cried out. Time stood still. No way. I had to have imagined it. I looked up at her face and knew I hadn’t. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and my heart thudded loudly in my ears.
“Bailey, were you a virgin?” I asked incredulously. There was no comprehension in my mind of how this woman was untouched. Then, a new feeling slithered into me, slowly growing, and expanding my chest until I thought it would burst.
“Yes,” she sniffed.
The feeling solidified. It was a mixture of pride and possession. I’d never have believed it existed if I hadn’t been experiencing it at that very moment, but I knew, without a doubt, that this woman was mine. She had never been with anyone else and she never would. I was claiming her, taking her, and I wouldn’t allow anything to stand in the way of that.
“I wish you’d told me, baby. I would have been gentler.”
She blinked, then narrowed her eyes. “Would you have fucked me at all, if you knew?”
I opened my mouth to tell her I would have, but the words stuck in my throat, I didn’t know if I would have had the same realization or not. “Does it matter?” She shifted, and I clenched my jaw so hard I worried that my teeth would crack.
“Baby, don’t—oh, fuck. Don’t move!” I bit out and she froze. “I’m sorry, I’m holding on by the skin of my teeth right now. Are you still hurting?”
She shifted again and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing into her even deeper.
“Oh!” she cried out. I paused, and she gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin through my shirt. “Don’t stop!”
Slowly, I withdrew and eased back in. She was so wet that there was very little friction besides the walls of her pussy clamping down and trying to keep me inside when I pulled back again. She inhaled sharply. “You ok?” I hissed, trying not to drown in the pleasure.
“Wyatt! Would you focus on the task at hand instead of analyzing my every movement and sound?”
I stifled a laugh, “yes, ma’am.”
Setting up a soft rhythm, I worked myself in and out, trying to be gentle. A smack on the back of my head brought my gaze flying to hers. “I’m not fragile, Wyatt. You said you needed to fuck me fast and hard against the wall, you were so desperate for me.”
“Baby, it’s your first time, I have to be—” She cut me off, slamming her mouth down on mine, sucking on my tongue, and squeezing her legs around my waist, the walls of her pussy tightening at the same time.
“Fuck!” I yelled. My hips took on a mind of their own and they began to piston into her hot pussy, each lunge shoving me a little deeper, pushing her a little harder into the wall. Her pants turned to cries, and then to screams, the sound breaking me. I lost my ever-loving mind and began pounding into her until her screams mixed with my own rasping grunts. I was on the precipice, but I was determined she would get off first. I could feel her tensing and getting close, so I pinched a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling as I released it, then did the same to the other. She bucked wildly in my arms, “That’s it, baby,” I whispered roughly. “Let it go, let your pussy suck my cock so tight I’ll never get it out. Come, baby.” As I spoke, my hand slipped between us and just as I drove in with all of my strength, I pinched her clit. She went off like a motherfucking rocket. Screaming my name so loud, my ears were ringing, and I gripped her ass, thrusting one last time, leaving no space between us when I came, the strongest orgasm I’d ever had exploded inside her.
Twisting again, I slid to the floor, my ass hitting the ground and eliciting another groan as gravity brought Bailey down onto me and I realized I was still semi-hard. Our breathing finally started to calm, and I managed to lift her off of me, stand, and scoop her into my arms. She sighed blissfully, and I’m positive that if I’d been wearing a shirt with buttons, they would have been popping right off. We reached the bathroom, and I set her down on the sink before turning on the shower. When I went to remove the condom, the smeared blood on it reminded me that I had just fucked a virgin. Damn it! I cursed myself up one side and down the other for my lack of self-control. She was going to be sore as hell. I figuratively waved goodbye to my plan of marathon sex as it flew out the window.
Grabbing a cloth, I wet it with warm water and lifted Bailey’s skirt, so I could clean and sooth her pussy. She winced a couple of times, and I felt like scum for taking her like I had. “Stop it.”
Her voice brought me out of my thoughts as I tossed the rag into the trash. “Stop what, baby?”
“Stop regretting it.”
My brows shot up. “You think I regret fucking you?” I clarified disbelievingly.
She pursed her kiss swollen lips, her blue eyes shuttered by her long eyelashes. “Don’t you?”
I stepped between her legs and scooted her ass to the edge of the counter. With a single finger, I lifted her chin so that I could meet her gaze. “I will never, never, regret being with you, Bailey Cross. Do you understand?” My voice was firm, leaving no room for misinterpretation. She nodded, and I gave her a quick kiss. “I’m regretting the way I took you. You’re likely going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow. I should have been—”
“Wyatt, stop,” she interrupted. “It was perfect. Any pain I have to deal with tomorrow will be completely worth it.”
I grinned, I couldn’t help it. “So, it was good for you, huh?”
She smacked my chest playfully, then kissed me passionately. “Epic.”
The shower was steaming up the bathroom, so I quickly undressed and helped Bailey out of her clothes. She blushed shyly when she was naked and hopped into the shower, making me laugh. “Baby, I’ve been deep inside you, now I want to enjoy the package on the outside.”
I stepped under the hot spray and snuggled her back into my chest. Then I began a slow exploration of her curves, learning every soft inch of her delectable body, with my hands and my mouth. I discovered I was right—Bailey tasted like strawberries and cream, and her cream was the sweetest I’d ever tasted. The look of Bailey when she orgasmed? Nothing would ever compare.
The water eventually cooled and we washed up and stepped out of the glass enclosure. I wrapped a soft, emerald green towel around my waist and used another to dry Bailey before sweeping her into my arms and carrying her to my bed. Setting her down, I stood back and took in the view. Her copper hair spread out and glowing against the white pillows. Her round, large tits with their dusky nipples, small waist, plump hips, and long, long legs. Fucking gorgeous.
I crawled over her and lowered my body so we were flush, skin to skin. Damn, she felt good underneath me. Spearing a hand through her damp curls, I pulled them away from her face and placed soft kisses all over her face.
“There is something between us, baby. I can feel it tethering us together. This is more than one night. You know that, right?”
Bailey’s answer was to kiss me senseless, driving every logical thought out of my brain. The passion began to burn hot, rapidly building into a frenzy of need. I tried to stop, suggested we go to sleep, warning her that she was already going to be incredibly sore. But, she had a way of convincing me to do just about anything she wanted. After rocking her world (not cocky...confident) with two more orgasms, I lost myself inside her once more.
Sweaty and sated, I fell over onto my back, taking her with me, staying snug inside her. Her breathing slowed, beginning to even out. I wrapped my arms around her and held on. There was one thing she wouldn’t be able to get me to do. Let her go.