“You lie. You said you can’t.”
“I promise.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I reached behind her neck and unsnapped her pairing collar. It fell in the filled tub. “There you go. But you’ll never be free of me, because I know and you know that I own your heart.” When she didn’t say anything, I slapped her ass. “You love me, baby. Say you love me.” Nothing. I slapped her ass again. “It makes you crazy you have no control over it. You’ve convinced yourself hating me is a great thing for us.” I traced my fingers over her hip, down her lower belly, and paused them on her mound.
“I can’t seem to do shit like a girl,” she whispered in my ear. “My dad used to say I should’ve been a boy. And he’s right, you know. I never played with dolls, I never painted my nails, I never even brushed my hair, and I beat up all the kids in my class. I brawl, I dive, I can’t give you kids. I can’t do it. With you, I wondered what’s the point of me? There wasn’t any. With the shelter? I have a purpose.”
“All right. I gave you what you want. We’ll part like lovers. Let’s have a bath.”
I striped and she followed. Skin on skin, without clothes, I lowered us down, her back to me, my hand still on her mound. I wanted her to part her legs. “Baby, you’re the most curious person I know. Aren’t you curious how my dick would feel inside you? I know you like him.”
Her head rested on my shoulder, and she sighed but kept her legs closed. I thumbed her mound back and forth and put my other hand over her neck. At the gesture, she inhaled loudly and parted her legs. My fingers played with her small lips, twisted, turned, rubbed some over her entrance. “It’s okay if you hate me and want me at the same time. Say it’s okay.”
“It’s okay.”
“You are wet for me,” I said. “I’m gonna dip a finger inside.” I pushed in one finger and felt her tight walls clamp around it. “Go ahead and stroke my dick. It’s okay if you want to stroke him. He likes you too.”
Reaching behind her, she gripped it and thumbed my piercing. “It’s too big.”
“Oh, thank you, baby. It’s gigantic. Say, ‘Vice, you’re too big for my small hole.’”
Nothing. I peeled my gaze away from my finger moving in and out of her pussy to see a blush color her cheeks. I blinked, surprised, then smirked when she glanced at me. I kissed her cheek and snuck another finger inside her. That got me a whimper, but not enough. “Potty mouth Dewlyn doesn’t dirty-talk. It’s okay to talk dirty to me. What do you want me to do, hm?” I squeezed her neck. “Say it,” I said, a little more firmly this time. Arousal flooded her pussy, and my fingers began gliding inside. I watched them move, added a thumb to press her swollen bud.
“You’re too big for my small hole.”
“Thank you. I know, and I’m gonna work it open. Let go of my dick.” She did. “Now, help me out. Put your fingers on your clit and show me how you stroke it.”
Her fingers found her clit, and I watched them move up and down, at first slow and shy, but as I pumped her hole with two of my fingers, hers began to rub in earnest. Dewlyn’s head rested on my shoulder and her breath touched my ear, so I heard every tiny moan that escaped her mouth, and I heard the soft whisper that said she wanted me inside. I gripped her neck tighter and moved her body a bit to my left so she’d lean on the tub.
My right hand left her pussy so I could grip my dick and move the mushroom top over her little hole. I played my piercing over her entrance first until she released a…growl, almost. Patience was never her virtue. But it was mine, so I played and played, rubbed my dick over it, poked it with my fingers some more, pushed a little inside, then back out, pushed a little more, then back out until Dewlyn started to push back, moan louder, scratch my forearm.
“You want it, don’t you? You’re hungry for it. Say, ‘Please mate, give me your big dick.’” I squeezed her neck, then released it.
“Vice?”
“Hm?”
“I ache for you.”
I jerked my hips up and inside her. I contained my own growl at the feel of my mate’s pussy around my dick, at the smell of my mate’s arousal mixed with the lavender scent from the candle and at the sound of her moans and pleas. It took all I had not to jerk my hips more and submerge all of myself into her sweet fire.
Dewlyn gasped, and I swallowed it inside my mouth. Our tongues battled. Her blunt nails scraped my neck. A growl rose from my chest, my muscles bulged, as did my dick inside her. Half the length inside her was enough for her first time.