Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(9)

I'm Gian's prey, and he's predatory in how he eliminates the heated air  crackling between us by launching himself toward me. His arms wrap  around me, and my legs wrap around him in response. I pull him in my  with ankles, desperate to have him near me. Desperate to feel that  enormous cock. I'm shaking just thinking about what he's going to do me.  Lining my pussy up with his cock, I breathe raggedly. I've never done  this before. There's no going back. I'm going to do this. Everything  seems incredibly real now and I start to panic internally. All I know is  that I want it, I want it so badly and I need him to destroy my  virginity the way that he destroyed my fear.

"You're so wet, Lucy," Gian says with a low voice. I almost don't hear  him but I do because of how closely I'm paying attention to him. "I'm  being as gentle as I can. But I fucking need you." I know enough to know  what those words mean. He's about to fuck me. Oh God, yes, he's about  to fuck me and I don't care if it hurts. I need to feel Gian's whole  cock inside of me.

Gian doesn't want to wait any longer. His eyes claim mine, and it's so  intimate for a second my eyes almost shut. But I can't look away from  him. I have to watch his face, watching mine, when he takes my  virginity.

Gian slams his cock into my pussy with a wet sound as I sheath him to  the hilt. His balls smack against my ass. I cry out. It doesn't hurt,  but my inner walls are stretching for him. The air is knocked out of my  body, and I'm gasping for air. There was no more preamble to be had, and  he just bottomed his cock all the way into me and I'm so glad. I'm  ecstatic and overwhelmed, the sensation urging on even more new  pleasures that I didn't know were possible. My hands are wildly  squeezing him and my legs, wrapped around him, are clinging for dear  life. I lock my ankles tighter together and when he starts to move back,  I use them to slam him back inside me. The intensity of that sensation  makes my head fall back. I feel wild, like I might shiver, shake, float  away from Gian.         

     



 

But Gian has me. Not just impaled with his cock, but his hands capture  me, claim me, and keep me in his hold. One hand cups the nape of my  neck, the fingers gripping me tightly. The other hand's fingers trail  softly down my back. I've never been held so intimately before, and,  despite the fact that I'm getting fucked so deep by a no-doubt enormous  cock, I think this is the most intimate thing. His hands say more than  lips can now; his eyes say more than either of them knows how to.  There's something raw, visceral between us, something real. I know it  now, and maybe I'm being silly, but Gian's face says the same thing. How  he holds me makes it real.

Slowly, he strokes in me and out, in and out, again and again with a  relentless but slow movement. He is never too far out of me, keeping me  so full of him no matter what. Gian's cock stays deep in me, despite the  slow strokes, and I can't bear the idea of him doing any differently. I  need his cock inside me. I crave this new sensation, the way that he is  claiming me; I need it more than I think I even need to breathe.  Fireworks ignite under my skin in a map of the wildfire in my soul. I  burn with intensity, with desire, with need. In every sensation I'm a  phoenix in these ashes, reborn with lust and seemingly I'm created for  just this moment. Then the next moment is just as thrilling, just as  enticing, and I need him more than anything. I crave him more than  anything. I don't ever want him to stop. My lips are moving and I'm  breathing but I don't know how. "Gian, Gian," I moan out. It takes me a  second to even realize that I'm saying the words. My eyes start to roll  back in their orbits, the sensation all so intense.

But out of the corner of my eyes, I see Gian looking at me and I make  myself focus. I can't bear to look away from him. His teeth graze his  lower lip for just a second with a rough growling sound that makes my  clit twitch with arousal. When he makes a quiet sound, my body ignites  with so much lust it's like it's being shouted from the rooftops  somewhere. It's so sexy to see him react to having me.

Gian's eyes capture mine; when our gaze meets, the raw emotion in his  gaze rattles me. "I'm here." His voice is somehow fragile, vulnerable  even. Just a moment. The power, the intensity, all come back to life and  he claims me with a kiss. Soft where his other kiss was hard. But if  his first kiss claimed me-and it did with every inch of his breath  rewriting my life in how his tongue touched mine-this second kiss is  enslaving me. Every changing sensation, every moment our lips meld and  our tongues explore each others' mouths, I'm taken. I'm no longer my own  person. I'm Gian, and he is me. He's rewired everything in my body to  respond to his own. My back arches and his tongue smoothens over mine. I  know now that what I'm experiencing is the beginning of an orgasm. It  isn't like the last one, building quickly to a maddening, quickening  pulse through my veins. It's a fast rise from pleasure to the ultimate  ecstasy. I feel it so close to the surface.

That's when Gian stops me from having an orgasm! He nibbles my tongue  and pulls his mouth from mine. Withdraws his cock so that he's not as  deep inside me. I cry out but Gian ignores this. He looks at me and I  know that he intends to keep my orgasm from happening and this is part  of his plan. Now I'm excited, despite the aching need scorching me,  about what he has in store for me. Gian smiles, seeming to know when I  give in and want this erotic torture, and puts his tongue on his lower  lip, then drags it down from my collarbone to the valley between my  breasts. I gasp, the feel of him licking the sweat from my skin so  erotic and shocking. There's something so primal about it. His instant  taking of my body as it is, and enjoying it, makes me feel sexier than  I've ever felt in my life, and I like it.

His hands gather my breasts into his hands. "Arch your back, lift your  ass up, and you can have more cock," Gian orders. I can't believe the  heat that slams through my body. His commanding tone of voice makes me  tremble. I feel my face heat at the idea of doing such a wanton thing  that would have me on display. But I want to do anything he tells me to.  I know that right away, before I hardly have time to process anything. I  obey instantly.

The truth is I'll do anything Gian says right now just to feel the way  the orgasms that he can give me make me feel. I lift my ass up, ignoring  how this kind of movement would terrify me, and instead I let what  would be fear thrill me. I love the idea that I'm on display for him.

Gian seems to enjoy it, too, and he digs his fingers into my breasts,  using them as handles while he thrusts deep into my pussy. He slams hard  in and then pulls completely out. I yelp. He fucks his cock so deep up  into me again and I'm trembling, but I'm keeping my ass up into the air  for him. Oh god, I don't know how much of this I can take. It feels so  damn good, but I know I can't come. I'm so close to orgasming, and this  feels incredible, but it isn't enough. I love being fucked by him so  aggressively. I feel less like a person and more like a sex toy, being  used to rut out his every lustful movement until we're both so sweaty  and burning with desire that we're one heaping pile of cum and  horniness. I didn't know I could even think such thoughts, but I feel  utterly defiled and I love it. I crave it.

And I crave the orgasm that he didn't let me have before. Now, I'm so  close again, the pounding pressure beating through my body like a storm  door in a tornado. I want to erupt.

But there's something about the power in this room now. The power in how  Gian has me. I need his permission. It sounds silly. I could just have  an orgasm right now if I push, breathe, focus, and let the way he's  fucking me take over. But that's not what I want to do. I want to cum  because Gian says I can. I want to ask him. I don't think he'll think  this is strange. I work up the energy to be able to even form words,  because I want to know.

"Gian, please," I groan, finally. My face heats and I'm terrified he'll  think I'm being strange. I can't explain exactly why I said this.

"Please, what, Lucy?" Gian says, and when he says my name it sounds more  like an incantation. He's cast a spell over my body. I know now that he  understands on some level exactly what I was saying. Somehow, that  changes everything. It deepens the lust that I already have, and makes  me want something more.

"Please torture me like this forever," I tell him. I'm shocked by my own  words. I want to beg him to let me orgasm, but I don't want this to be  over. I want him to keep me on the edge forever. I don't want to go past  this. I'm on the edge of something incredible, and I'm safe here when  I'm not in control. When I can belong to the abandon of nothing but his  cock slamming so hard into me. "Don't stop touching me, Gian, please," I  whimper because I want the feel of his body taking over mine to last  forever.

I look in his eyes, and I see the surprise on his face. I don't suppose  much manages to shock him, and I feel flattered to have been able to do  so. I can't help it; I feel myself beaming with pride. I want to shock  him, thrill him, give him even a fraction of the incredible feelings  he's created in me. "You feel so good inside me. I'm glad I'll never  fuck anyone else," I say. I'm telling the truth and I can't believe I'm  saying these kinds of words. I can't believe I'm feeling them. And  because I do feel them, and feel that I can say them to Gian, I feel so  safe and content. The satisfaction is like nothing I've ever known. I've  never felt like more of a woman than I do right now.