Dakota Roth…
Why did I feel so nervous about telling him the truth?
I mean the man was just balls deep inside my pussy and I am having some sort of melt-down over telling him about my sexual history or lack there-of. I guess, a part of me is worried that he will decide that he doesn't want to be with someone so inexperienced. I know that there is this subset of men who would give their soul to Satan himself for the chance to be with someone that they can mould into their perfect lover, but those men were, as far as I was aware, few and far between.
Where would Jeremy land on the equation? That was what was scaring me - the thought that I had a taste of the amazing sex we could have and then have him yank it all back from me because I wasn't some sort of vixen between the sheets.
"I can promise you that there is nothing that you can say that will change my mind about us, sweetheart!" He suddenly whispered in my ear as if he had been able to read the troubled path of my thoughts.
"Don't say that until you know what I have to say-"
"I promise. I am all in baby-girl. I can see that you are nervous about this so why don't I just ask you questions, you can decide whether to answer or not?" He suggested when my eyes dropped from embarrassment.
It isn't that I am ashamed of who I am or how little experience I have because I really amn't. I own the fact that I am inexperienced, and I have never pretended to be something that I am not. Losing my virginity at such a late age was not something that I really had any control over. Not when things at home had been so out of control and I was being used as some unpaid slave for a mother who barely even registered my presence unless it was to order me around. I just never found enough time for myself to find someone I wanted to lose my virginity too. The guy I met a year ago had simply been a means to an end.
"Ok," I nodded.
Gently, Jeremy hooked his thumb under my chin and pushed my head up until I had no option but to meet his warm gaze, the smile he gave me was nothing short of panty melting, if I had been wearing panties that is, "let's start with something simple, how many lovers have you had?" I could see that he was bracing himself for my answer. What I couldn't see was whether he was hoping for a high or low number, but I did know that there was no way that I could lie to him. I wouldn't lie to him.
"Including you…" ok here goes nothing, "two!"
Now of all the reactions that I was expecting, the way his jaw dropped was not at all one of them. Yet I still couldn't see what he was thinking. I couldn't tell if he was happy with this number or not. The longer he took to respond the less confident I felt, and I felt my eyes shifting down once again.
"So, you were in a long-term relationship?" He finally asked me, and I slowly shook my head, "you mean-?"
"It was one time, a means to an end so to speak!"
"What do you mean? When did this happen?"
"Last year," there really was no point in replying to his first question because I figured the time frame was enough to answer both.
I watched him as he slowly blew out a steady breath and his eyes remained locked on mine. What was he thinking?
I have never wished for super-powers in my life but right now I wished more than anything that I could somehow read his mind. I wanted…no, I needed to know what was going on in his head. I needed to know if I needed to steel my heart once again to more pain from him.
"Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why did you decide to lose it last year?" He asked me, still holding my gaze firmly in his and my heart did some sort of stutter that left me breathless and more than a little scared.
"I was a 19-year-old virgin-"
I mean, I didn't know anyone else my age who still hadn't ventured into sex. I just wanted the innocence gone. I wanted to know what all the fuss was about and honestly until a few moments ago I hadn't been impressed.
"Fair enough," he nodded, his body language never once faltered, "so if that was your one and only time, what else did you do?"
"It was just sex-"
"Do you mean that you have never done oral? Received or given?"
"Nope. Look, I met the guy at a bar, we talked and got along well enough, we went outside, and it just happened, it was penetration and that was it. A back alley was not the place to take time to partake in other parts of sex that could be drawn out,"
"Jesus, 'Kota - you make it sound so clinical!"
"It was. To me it was something that I just wanted over and done with so I could say I was no longer a virgin. I never wanted the whole roses and dinner - I am not about that. I am a fairly simple girl, romance was not something that I saw growing up, so I never wanted that -" ok so now I was babbling trying to justify my actions in how I handled things. I never expected anyone to understand why I had done it the way I had.
"If I had known then I would have -"
"No. Don't do that. What we just did was perfect and exactly what I wanted and needed in that moment,"
"Are you sure? I don't want you to regret-"
"I could never regret anything between us," bringing my hand up to his face, I stared into his eyes and hoped like Hell that he could see my sincerity, "you are who I want and need, and that isn't going to change, there are no regrets from me, not now, not ever! Do you understand me?"
"God, sweetheart, you are so much more than I ever realised," brushing his lips over mine had me moaning into his mouth in a matter of seconds, "now, the question I want to ask is - did you enjoy me taking control?"
"I loved it!" I smiled, our foreheads resting against one another as our hands began to roam, slower than before - that burst of desperation was over and now we just wanted to bask in one another's bodies, getting to know what each other liked.
"Good because I have a very new demand and I hope you are ok with me taking the lead-"
"Always!" I smiled and felt the shudder manipulate his entire body and a groan pierced through the air, making my insides clench as they searched for friction to ease the growing need inside me.
"Fuck me, you are perfect!" He groaned, helping me up and over to his other side, positioning me until my face was up close and personal with his giant cock.
I had known he was big before today; I mean I had felt it but there was nothing that could have prepared me for just how huge he was. I mean if I had truly caught sight of this monster before he slammed it into me, I would have been tenser than a whore in confession at church on a Sunday.
With a slight curve, the vein that ran the length of the shaft was protruding in a way I couldn't seem to draw my eyes away from. The more I watched him jerk under my gaze, the wetter I was growing, until I had to look up at him, to find that he was watching me with something akin to love shining in his eyes, or at least I assumed it was love but that was silly, wasn't it? We had just come together for the first time and maybe I was projecting. Maybe I was overthinking it all. "You are going to have to guide me, Uncle Remy, I have never done this before!"
There was something naughty about calling him Uncle Remy when we were being intimate that I could see had the very same effect on him as it had on me. And the accompanying growl he gave was like music to my pussy as I felt more of his cum, mixed with my arousal leaking out of me.
"I will try to be gentle but fuck baby, I am not sure that will be entirely possible!"
"Give me everything, use my mouth anyway you want!"
"Holy fuck, you are all kinds of trouble, and I am going to sin so much with you, sweetheart," he groaned, his fingers running into my hair, "now open wide!"
My mouth obeyed his command as he slowly fed me the head of his engorged cock, the slight salty taste had a tang of sweet running through it as it coated my tongue. I could feel him restraining himself and holding my hair in a vice grip, controlling me very gently.
Fuck that. I don't want gentle. I don't want him to treat me like I am some fragile little doll who is likely to break through more vigorous movements. So, with that in mind, my mouth opened wider, and I slid another few inches into my mouth. My lips tightening around his girth as he stretched my lips to the point of splitting, but I didn't care. All I cared about was giving him as much pleasure as he could handle.
Jeremy Danielson…
Of all the numbers she could have given me, the actual one she did give was still running around in my mind trying to make sense of it. It just didn't seem plausible that she had such a devastatingly low number.
With her blond hair and stunning blue eyes - she was a walking, living breathing wet dream. I have seen the way the men around the building look at her when she walks by. Hell, I have seen the way Gavin looks at her and that is another thing that blows my mind - they aren't together. Haven't been together. Because of me.
How the fuck had I gotten so damn fucking lucky?
After the way I acted towards her I wouldn't have blamed her if she had told me to fuck all the way off. I have to remind myself that while the thing with Gavin may have been no more than friendship to her, it was abundantly clear that Gavin did not share the same sentiment. It was in the way he acted around her, the way he looked at her and talked to her. Could she really not see it? No, I know she couldn't because she just isn't that type of girl - she takes people at face-value, it may be a little naïve, but it also made her more endearing to me.
My feelings for her were so close to love that I know it is not going to take much to propel me straight into it. Into her. God, I want to devour her - I want to consume her as much as she consumes me.
"Fuuuuuuck sweetheart, don't stop!" I growled when she swirled her tongue around the swollen head of my dick, grazing along the slit at the top that was leaking more pre-cum than I have ever produced. Christ it was almost like being back in my teens when everything made me horny.
"Mmmmmm!" She moaned around me just as she penetrated that little slit at the tip of my dick and God, why didn't I know just how much of an erogenous zone that was?
Every little pulse of the tip of her tongue in my opening was like a direct stroke to my balls, swelling them to the point where I just knew the release was going to be tremendous. I just hoped that she could handle it. Before I was ready, she slid her tongue back to the sensitive skin on the underside of my mushroom head. Tasting around the head; she was tasting and exploring every little inch of me, getting intimate with what I liked and responded to.
It has been quite a long time since I have had a blow-job so I was more than ok with allowing her the time to get acquainted with my length and taste which she seemed to love because every time she reached a new spot on me, she would dip back to the tip and groan as my pre-cum coated her tongue anew. It was at that moment that I realised that she wasn't simply exploring, she was learning - learning the way my body responded to the things that she was doing. A part of me basked in that feeling. Basked in the way she was making me feel more alive than I have ever felt with a woman before. And I thought that it couldn't get any better than being balls deep inside her.
Just as I was getting used to the way she was sucking the fat head of my cock into her Heavenly mouth, she allowed some of her saliva to drip down my shaft in a warm shower of liquid and then before I could react, she slid her lips further down my shaft.
My hips jerked of their own free-will, forcing more of my length into her mouth and instantly she was gagging making me groan at the incredible sensation it caused to spiral down through my shaft and into my tight balls. Without thought my hands gripped her hair and held her against me until she was whimpering, "fuck baby-girl that feels so fucking good!" I grunted and my words calmed her enough that I felt her submit to me.
This was dangerous. I knew it was because I was naturally a dominant lover, possessive beyond reason, but I craved control and the way she was so naturally submissive had my heart soaring with disbelief at just how fucking lucky I was to have found her and that she felt the same way about me as I felt about her.
Was it love?
I honestly have no idea because there is one thing that I have realised since spending time with her and that is that the love I had once thought I felt so consumingly was indeed just basic love. The type of love that was never meant to last. A foot-note in my time-line if you will.
Slowly, I began to guide her head to bob up and down the length of my cock. The saliva from her mouth was enough to give me lubrication to enjoy what she was doing. Even with me in control, she still managed to explore and moan whenever my hips would jerk involuntarily, or a long blissful moan tore from my throat. It was also not lost on me that this was her first-time giving head and my God, if there was ever such a thing as a natural, she was it. I mean sure she was still gagging whenever I went too far, spluttering around my shaft when I cut off her air supply but my God that only created the greatest sense of a vacuum that felt sublime around my cock.
Unfortunately, the position didn't give me the pleasure of seeing her pretty eyes as she took me deeper and deeper but right now, I was fighting the impulse to close my eyes and just enjoy what she was doing. Slowly, as if unsure, her hand tenderly cupped my balls and squeezed with just enough pressure that my eyes rolled back in my head and my hands pushed her down the last few inches of my cock rewarding me with more gagging and spluttering, "fuck yes baby, just like that!" My hips now powering against her face until I was practically skull fucking her.
It wasn't hard to miss the way her hips were moving around as if she was as turned on by what she was doing as I was. Searching for friction. Keeping one hand in her hair to guide her movements, my hand closest to her ass, reached over and dipped between her legs, "fuck baby, you like sucking Uncle Remy's big cock?"
"Mmhmmmmm!" Her reply was one full of bliss and arousal as I ran my finger along her slit, coating it in her juices before thrusting into her tight little hole, "nnghhhhh!" She moaned, now running her finger along my taint and I felt my explosion bubbling upwards from my balls.
"Get ready sweetheart, here it comes!" I grunted my hips chasing that sinful mouth, "swallow!" I barely even had the opportunity to command her before the first rope of my cum splattered against the back of her mouth and the moans she let out only spurred me on to empty the entire load into her mouth and she obeyed my demand, swallowing which caused more suction around my shaft as pleasure tore me from the moment to the point where I was sure I left my body for a few precious moments.
Slowly my hips began to slow, and my cock lost some of its erection but once again - I didn't completely deflate. What the fuck is happening to me?
My finger continued to thrust in and out of her sopping pussy, basking in the sounds of her wetness clinging to the air until my thumb moved to her clit and she cried out as she fluttered and gushed around me.
The hand that was still entwined in her hair, I lifted her head from my shaft with a loud pop and pulled her to my lips. Kissing her with all that I had, my tongue meeting her own and tasting myself was as much of a turn on as it was watching her head bob up and down on my dick. The soft slump of her body as she came down from her release fuelled me for more. I wanted her buzzing from all of the pleasure that I was going to inflict on her and honestly, I just hadn't had my fill of her.
"My turn!" I growled against her swollen lips before manoeuvring our bodies so that she was stretched out on the sofa and I was kneeling between her shapely thighs, my eyes feasting on the sinuous curves of her body that was glistening with a sheen of sweat and panting as if she had just run a damn marathon, "you ok baby-girl?"
"Mmhmmmm!" The way her eyes were blown out, the smile on her beautiful face, just the general expression on her was one of someone who was riding a drug induced high, but this was purely natural endorphins manipulating her body and it was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen, "what-are-you-going to do?"
"I'm dying to taste you baby, are you good with that?"
"Yessssss!" Her sigh was enough to propel me forward.
Thankful that I had purchased the largest sofa I could find, I positioned myself so that I was laid out in between her legs, my hands running up the inside of her thighs, my mouth following their path, licking along the sensitive insides of her thighs, sucking on the erogenous flesh before pulling back and moving down to the opposite leg and repeating the action.
"Oh God please-"
"Please, what baby?" I asked looking up the length of her panting body and was struck by just how fucking devastatingly beautiful this woman was. My woman. My everything.
"I-do-don't-"
"Don't what?"
"I don't even know -" the heat blasted her face, and it was a reminder that this was all new to her. I had to remember that. I had to remember that this was not something that she had ever partaken in and that in itself was astounding to me.
"You want to cum sweetheart?"
"Yesssss, please!"
"You want me to fuck you with my tongue?" I asked her, still watching her as I allowed my fingers to pry her swollen cunt lips open, revealing the sweet pinkness of her insides to my eyes and my need rose higher.
"Pleaseeeeee-"
"Ok baby, I got you!" I nodded.
Unable to wait any longer, my mouth descended on her juicy pussy, and I swear to God the first wave of her taste was like tasting pure Heaven. Like a fine wine, I swirled the taste around my mouth until she was overriding everything in my sensory bank. This was my woman. And as I ran my tongue the length of her slit, she moaned and bucked against my face – leaving me a slave to the reactions she makes.
I have never been with a woman who is so damn responsive to me, and it was an addictive feeling. One that I don't ever want to stop. The vague reminder that this was my best friend's daughter filtered through my mind for a fleeting second before she overrode that too - nothing and no one else mattered.
My entire world shrank to one pin-point…
Dakota Roth was my future. My everything. No one was going to take her from me.