The Tycoon's Secret(33)

 

 

The sight of her smooth, wet opening nearly made him explode before he could slide inside her. With slow precision, he positioned himself at her entrance, circling the head of his erection against her lubricated opening and then finally started sliding inside.

"So unbelievably hot," he groaned as her heat enveloped him.

"Yes, more," she demanded, trying to buck her hips forward.

"Yes," he cried as he moved his hand back to her hip and surged forward, his desire causing him to thrust hard.

Sierra's eyes snapped open, her body immediately tensing as she cried out  –  not in pleasure. He felt the tight resistance of her body as his iron hardness plunged through her innocence.

"You're a virgin?" he gasped, his mind barely able to grasp the reality of what he'd just done.

"No," she lied as her face grimaced and she moved her hips, trying to accommodate his girth.

He was too large to have taken her like that for the first time. He should've worked the area, eased into her, taken his time. He shouldn't even be doing what he was doing. He'd only been with one virgin before and he'd been eighteen and stupid.

This was different. She was twenty-five, far too old and experienced to have never had sex.

"Why? How?" he uttered, his body throbbing with the need for release, but his horror at the situation refusing to let him move.

"Finish. Please. I need … it hurts … " she cried, frustration, pain and confusion mingled in her voice.

"Of course it hurts. I'm too big. I shouldn't  – " he started to say as he began pulling out of her.

"No!" she cried in panic. "No. My body. It hurts. It's burning. Please, please don't leave me like this," she finished, her voice breaking as her eyes started to fill with tears. "Please."

She moved her hips again as she tried to find her release.

Still almost senseless with his burning desire, he couldn't resist her pleas, though he knew he should. He knew the right thing would be to pull from her and stop. It's too late, anyway. You've already taken her innocence, his body taunted.

He pulled her tightly against him and moved away from the wall, taking gentle steps across the room, back to the bed. He wasn't making love to her for the first time against a wall. He'd make sure her first time was perfect, and pleasurable.

He sat down on the bed, their bodies still flush, then he moved them both backward until he was on his back with her sitting on top of him. She looked down at him with confusion.

"You set the pace, Sierra. I don't want to hurt you," he uttered, the words passing through his clenched teeth. It was taking everything in him not to grip her tight, thrust hard inside her and relieve the pressure making him feel like he was going to explode. 

"I … I don't know what to do," she uttered, her face flushing.

He reached his hand up and caressed her warm skin, his eyes gentling as he looked into her frightened eyes.

"Just do what feels good to you. Slide up and down me, listen to your body. When the pressure builds, move faster. Your desire will lead you."

She looked deeply into his eyes, hers filled with trust as she tentatively began moving. She flexed her hips, adjusted her knees, then moved off his body a couple inches before dropping back down.

She did this a few more times, her tight heat gripping him as her expression turned from insecurity to wonder. She shifted, allowing her to move further up and down his shaft, her body almost releasing him before she pushed back down, taking him fully inside her again.

He wasn't going to make it through her exploration. He felt like he'd pass out from the intensity of the pleasure. From the eroticism of watching her feel new sensations, and the tight grip of her body, he was doing everything in his power to keep from exploding.

Her face brightened with pleasure at the feelings surging inside her. He could practically read the emotions flickering through her eyes.

She began moving faster  –  up and then quickly down  –  over and over. As she became more confident, she started moving in a steady pace, pulling almost all the way out, and sometimes only a few inches.

He felt the pressure building, felt his orgasm reaching higher and higher, just barely able to hold it back as she searched for her release.

She leaned back, her hands resting on his thighs, unknowingly exposing her incredible br**sts, flat stomach, and pink core to his view. The sight of her wet folds moving up and down his throbbing staff was too much.

She was stunning.

Sweat glistened on her body as she exerted herself, her br**sts bounced with each thrust, and her pleasure center was wide-open for him to see.

Reaching his hand forward, his fingers quickly found her swollen womanhood. She cried out as he began circling the sensitive skin, coordinating his movements with each of her thrusts.