Play With Me, Baby(12)

“I want to touch you,” she said shyly.

“I’m all yours, angel,” I told her as I prepared to resume my efforts at gently entering her. I knew no amount of tenderness would keep me from hurting her as I took her virginity. But, I could give her pleasure to make up for the pain. I lowered my head to her tits and took one of her hard nipples in my mouth, licking and nipping at it before sucking in almost the whole breast. Macy gasped and her back arched, pushing her tit further into me.

I switched to the other side and gave it the same attention. She writhed with need, crying out as I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. I let the nipple go with a pop and then kissed her fiercely, pouring every ounce of my passion into it in an effort to distract her. My hips bucked hard and tore through the barrier. Pain lanced my heart at the sound of her cry.

I kissed all over her face, mopping up her tears with my lips. After a minute, her body began to relax and her hands started to roam over my skin again. Experimentally, I pulled out just a tiny bit and pressed back in. She whimpered, but this time it was a sound of need, not pain.

Moving a little faster, I worked my way into her heat, stretching her, molding her to take only my cock. Macy’s hands ran down my chest and I moaned as she traced the ridges of my muscles. Without warning, my nipple was suddenly enveloped by wet heat. Macy sucked at the bar piercing my pec and I lost it. “FUCK!” I roared as my hips drove forward until I was buried balls deep inside her.

I’d had enough presence of mind to make sure she was okay before I let the animal inside me take over. Gripping her legs, I put them over my shoulders and raised my body up just enough to pound into her with wild abandon. My piercing dragged along her walls with every thrust, hitting just the right spot to make Macy scream so loud my ears were ringing.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Oh, Macy! Fuck! Fuck! Squeeze that tight pussy, baby—fuck!”

My cock swelled bigger than I’d ever felt and her velvet walls clamped around it as she fell over the edge into oblivion. At that moment, that one millisecond in time, I realized that the heaven I was experiencing was all the more acute because I was in her bare. I’d forgotten a condom.

Two more thrusts and I bottomed out, buried so deep that when I exploded I had no doubt that my seed was filling her womb, and as she came with me, her body greedily sucked in every drop.

I told myself that I couldn’t stop from pulling out because I was swept away by the incredible feeling of having nothing between us. I told myself that I thought about it too late. I came up with excuse after excuse. But, in the end, I had to own up to the truth. I wanted to get Macy pregnant. I wanted to see her grow big and round with my baby. I wanted to tie her to me irrevocably.

I knew exactly what I was doing.





Macy



Cuddling deeper into the pillow beneath my head, I burrowed under the warm blanket as awareness slowly started to filter into my brain. It was the smooth feel of the sheets against my naked skin that first warned me something was different. My sheets were decent, but they weren’t made of the finest Egyptian cotton. But, that’s exactly what the ones covering my body felt like they were made from.

My naked body, when I always slept in pajamas of some kind. Even in the hottest days of summer.

Except for when I lose my virginity to a guy I met hours before in the lingerie and sex toy store where I worked.

The realization hit me and I finally woke all the way up. My eyes popped open, only to squeeze shut again when the bright light from the sun shining through the windows nearly blinded me.

“Crap,” I grumbled, opening them more slowly as I sat up to search for a clock, my phone, or anything else that could tell me what time it was. What I found was Rhys, sitting in a brown leather chair in the corner of the room with his laptop perched on his lap and his grey eyes latched on my chest.

“Shit! Shitty shit!” I yanked the sheets up, covering myself as quickly as I could, feeling vulnerable with him staring at me.

He was dressed in another custom tailored three-piece suit, his hair perfectly styled and his cheeks freshly shaved. How I’d managed to fall asleep in his bed last night was a mystery to me, along with how I’d slept through him getting up and ready. Seriously, sex with Rhys was better than any sleeping pill on the market since it had apparently knocked me the hell out.

The husky sound of his laughter pulled me out of my thoughts and had me glaring at him. I didn’t know what the whole morning after etiquette was since I’d never done this before, and Rhys looking so perfect while I was a disheveled mess made me feel even more at a disadvantage. But I didn’t let that stop me from saying exactly what had popped into my head. “You’re being rude.”