"I'm going to be rough," I warn her.
"I don't care … " she says.
And neither do I.
I kiss her, her soft lips so sweet as they press to mine. She opens her mouth without hesitation, her tongue yielding as she murmurs. I take a handful of hair and hold her tight, and her hand comes to my wrist, her fingers so light against my skin.
She kisses me back, her tongue circling mine as though she really wants me, her breath quickening as she edges closer.
I break the contact long enough to tug her dress up around her waist. She picks up where I've left off, hitching it up and over her tits, then tossing it free over her head.
She's wearing the same bra and knickers from the video, the underwire digging into the flesh at the side of her tits. Much too small.
I press a hand to her ribs and guide her backwards, and she falls so easily, reclining back onto the bed and bringing up her knees. I unfasten the buckles of her sparkly heels, and pull them free.
She has perfect ankles.
Perfect little toes.
I shunt her further up until she reaches for a pillow and places it under her head. I watch the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.
I watch the damp patch on her knickers as she spreads her legs for me.
She wants me.
Fuck knows why, but she does.
Melissa
He drapes his jacket over the armchair and tugs the tie loose from his neck.
I've pulled that same tie taut around my own neck and pretended it was him.
My pussy flutters.
I'm not scared. Not anymore.
I love the way he kisses. I love the taste of him. I love his breath on my face.
I love the way his fingers feel in my hair.
I love the way he looks so dangerous right now.
He does look dangerous. His eyes dark and wild and his jaw so tight.
He unbuttons his shirt and takes out his cufflinks. I lift myself on my elbows for a clear sight of him, and he's everything I dreamed. His chest is toned without being bulging muscle, a smattering of dark hair leading down to his bellybutton.
He takes off his belt and his eyes don't leave mine.
"Let me see you," he says.
I slip my fingers around my back, unclasping my bra without hesitation and tossing it away to the side.
He drops his trousers, and his cock looks even bigger than it did in the bathroom, jutting up towards his belly as he leans forward and takes hold of my knickers.
I squirm to help him, and he yanks them down and off, then spreads my legs to stare at my pussy.
I feel so exposed. Crazy exposed.
I can't believe this is happening as he climbs onto the bed alongside me. I reach out to touch him and his skin burns my fingers; I can't stop grinning.
His thumbs brush my nipples and it makes me moan.
His lips land on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
I'm a wriggling mess underneath him, his chest pressed to mine as my legs hook around his. His tongue is fierce and deep, the ridge of his cock grinds against my belly.
I want him inside me.
I want him to do it.
I try to position myself, spreading my legs nice and wide. But he won't. He won't do it.
He breaks the kiss.
"No," he says. "Not like this. Not yet."
Not yet.
My breathing is heavy, my senses reeling as he frees himself from my grip and lowers his mouth.
His tongue flicks around my nipple, and then he sucks. He sucks me.
Oh fuck, he sucks me so hard.
His hand trails down my belly and slips between my thighs, and I'm wet. I can hear how wet I am as he strokes his fingers around my clit.
He presses hard. It aches and tingles. His thumb rubs me as he sucks on my tit, and I'm delirious, my fingers in his hair, begging for more.
Begging.
Oh fuck, I'm begging.
I look down at him sucking my nipple, and his eyes are staring right back at me.
Oh fuck.
Oh please.
His tongue flicks, his thumb circles, and I can't stand it.
I can't.
I really can't.
It takes me by surprise when I come under his fingers. A rush of breath and a squeak, and I worry I'm going to pee myself as I shudder and jerk and thrash my feet around the bed.
My nipple plops from his mouth and he sucks his fingers instead, and then he slips them into my mouth.
"Taste," he says, so I do. I suck and suck until he tells me to stop, and then he brushes a thumb across my puffy lips. "Hold your knees," he orders, and I hitch them up to my chest. I bite my lip as his fingers spread my pussy, groaning as his tongue digs its way inside.
"Virgin pussy," he says. "You are a fucking delight."
"Take me," I hiss. "Please. Please … Mr, Sir … Take me … "
His eyes darken, and I know he likes it. I know he likes me to beg.
I beckon him up with my arms outstretched, but he doesn't come. Instead he yanks me sideways and flips me, pinning me on my front with my eyes fixed on his in the mirrored wardrobe.
"I want you to see this," he says, and I nod. "This is going to be rough."
I nod again.
His knees part mine. His fist in my hair tugs my head back. He lowers himself behind me and I feel his cock pressing against my pussy.
I didn't think I'd lose my virginity this way, not on my front, with Mr Henley at my rear about to fuck me like a bitch in heat.
It's supposed to be deeper this way … much deeper …
"Look at me," he says, and I do. "This will hurt," he says.
And it does.
It does hurt.
I cry out as he pushes in. A burn and a tear, and it feels hot, and deep. It hurts so bad it takes my breath, and my eyes well up.
He grunts as he pushes deeper.
So deep. I feel so full. Full of him.
I stare at him in the mirror. His big hands gripping my hips. His skin pressed tight against mine.
His dark eyes staring back at me, the slightest hint of a smile on his beautiful lips. "That's it," he whispers. "That's all the way."
Even though it hurts, I clench to feel him.
He grunts.
I clench again and it makes me moan.
"Fuck," he growls, and I want it. I want him to fuck me.
I want it to hurt.
I want to know I'm his.
"Do it," I hiss. "Please, sir, fuck me … "
Chapter Twenty-One
Alexander
The girl's pussy is a fucking dream.
I stay still as a fucking statue, catching my breath with my dick buried to the hilt inside that beautiful little slit.
She clenches and my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow.
"Do it," she hisses. "Please, sir, fuck me … "
Her eyes are hooded and hazy, fixed on mine in our reflection. Her pretty little tits move with her breath, her hair soft in my grip.
If she thinks I'm going to fuck her hard and fast to get this over with, she's mistaken. Very fucking mistaken. But I don't think that's what she's angling for.
The want in her eyes is all real.
She whimpers as I slowly pull out, sucks in breath as I ease myself inside her a second time, and I tug her hair, arching her back until her pale throat is exposed in the mirror. Her eyelashes flutter, and she turns her head as far as I'll allow, angling her face to mine as I lower myself to pin her. I feel her soft moans against my cheek, and her lips press to my skin, a gentle kiss that makes my stomach lurch. Like a rollercoaster. A fucking rollercoaster.
I let go of her hair and wrap my fingers around her pretty throat. She doesn't flinch, doesn't shy away as I squeeze just enough that she'll feel the pressure.
"Please … "
Her breath is a whisper, her open lips brushing my cheek.
I kiss her. A crash of my mouth against hers, deep and hard as her tongue comes forward to meet mine.
She shivers. Moans for me.
And it's strange.
Insane how my heart aches in my chest.
Insane how real this feels.
Insane how much affection I feel in this stranger's kiss, in the way her body yields to mine, the way she grinds her hips to meet my thrusts, even though it must hurt like hell.
I hitch up on my knees for more momentum, and she yelps but she's smiling. I kiss her temple and breathe into her hair, and my fingers squeeze tighter around her throat, holding firm as I pick up speed, opening that tight little pussy to take me.
And then I stop. Stop before it's too late. I pull out, my dick throbbing as her pussy fights my exit.
I flip her. She rolls so easily onto her back, her arms snaking around my neck as I lower myself on top. Her feet glide up my calves and hook around my thighs, her eyes staring right into mine, her smile so gentle.
As though she loves me.
And I'm lost, taken beyond my control, beyond any scrap of reason in my jaded fucking mind.
I've barely composed myself before my cock demands back in. One push and I'm all the way inside her, propped on my elbows with this beautiful girl's eyes sinking deep into mine, and I can't stop kissing her. Can't stop myself slowing down to savour every crazy fucking second of this madness.
Her hands slide down my back, her fingertips gripping, teasing, feeling me. Her legs wrap around my waist and squeeze, urging me deeper, and there's no whimpering, no murmur of pain as I take her harder. Take her faster. Take every fucking thing from that gorgeous little pussy.
I'm getting close, my breath frantic as my heart pounds, and I can't fight the urges. I don't want to fight them.