NICOLE
“TAKE A BREATH”, he instructed and I took one long inhale as the sharp pain that had appeared out of nowhere got replaced by something entirely unquenchable.
Our eyes locked, he shoved deeper. His thick finger started moving inside of me and I moaned loudly like I hadn’t before.
“You fucking like that?” he growled and I moved against his finger like a runner in her first fucking million-dollar marathon.
My clit throbbed and Cannon was there to make sure I ripped apart in his arms till I was one hot mess. I felt myself about to erupt, I felt his finger drive me to the edge, I was about to-
“Don’t”, he warned and I bit my lip in frustration knowing what he meant.
“You fucking come when I tell you to come and it sure as hell isn’t now”, he growled before his lips once more left hot kisses against my neck.
He bit me, he sucked my skin like it was this sweet nectar he couldn’t get enough of and every time I felt like convulsing and spasming under his touch. When his hot mouth took one of my pebbled nipples, I lost it.
I lost it when he punished me by biting my nipple lightly. I lost it when his tongue flickered around my nipples like he had done to my clit. And when I thought he was done, that he would finally put his big dick inside me, he came back to my lips and he didn’t just kiss me.
He destroyed me.
He dominated.
He overwhelmed me with his lips, with how good he tasted, with how right this felt. It was in this moment that I felt my pussy being stretched for the second time and I moaned in his mouth.
Two of his thick fingers worked inside me going deeper and faster than I could say one. Claiming my lips and at the same time shoving inside of me, he made a low guttural voice that turned me more on and made my heart race faster than it was now.
His fingers touched a place I had only read in books. A place I didn’t know would give me pleasure than drugs. He hit my g-spot, not once not twice and certainly not thrice. I could feel my release beg to be set loose and I wanted to beg him.
He stroked deeper and when his fingers curled inside me, I couldn’t keep it together,
I begged.
I begged like I had never before begged a man.
“P-Pleasee!”
“Now”, he ordered and my pussy clamped around his two fingers before he pulled them out.
Heaving, panting, feeling things I hadn’t felt in my entire life, I stared at the man in front of me and this time I was the one kissing him. I was the one telling him I was ready to be taken by him because I believed that even I deserved pleasure.
That I was a fool for keeping something as beautiful as this from my body and resorted to drugs.
Like the hero Callan was, he picked me up from the counter. My spaghetti legs circled around his waist, our mouths locked with each other as he started to move.
Carrying me like I didn’t weigh a thing (though I knew I weighed like a fucking feather) he moved up stairs.
Every step he took, my ass felt the bulge under his cargo pants and I wondered how big he would be. The thought of him inside me sent more shivers to my tail bone.
When he finally pulled away from me, placing my feet like fragile porcelain on the ground, I knew we were in his bedroom. His muscled back behind me, his frame towering over me, he kissed my shoulder blades and my skin became gooseflesh.
Peppering kisses at the skin behind my ear, his breath fanned my ear and I relished the moment wanting it to be like this forever.
“Get on the bed, princess. On your knees”, he whispered and like a remote controlled robot I walked to the bed, got on it, went on my knees and spread my legs out for him without shame.
I heard the sound of his zip being dragged down, I heard his cargo pants fall to the floor, I heard one of his boots crush the ground slightly and I gulped a chunk of saliva afraid of looking back and seeing him naked.
“Fucking beautiful. I wanted to fuck this little cunt the very minute I saw it”, he said running a finger against my entrance and I shivered my head falling lowly between my hands.
“I’m going to show you just how freaking pretty you are”, he claimed running his finger across the crack of my ass, across my most intimate place, “I’m going to show how fucking wrong you are because this body deserves all the pleasure”
“Show me”, I said between gritted teeth, pushing my core close to his fingers. He shoved his two fingers inside me without mercy stroking me while his thumb applied pressure on my clit pushing me to come again or maybe I had already started from the minute he told me to get on the bed.
“Come for me. I want your cunt clamming my fingers now”
And I came under his order, shuddering and panting for more.
I wanted him inside of me and I wanted him now.
As if he could read my mind, I felt his length against my folds. Thick, hard and long.
He rubbed his dick against my intimate folds, against my clit. He rubbed its head against my entrance and I let out a cuss clutching the vaginal white sheets against my tight fists.
“You on the pill?”
I knew what he was asking and why he was asking. I didn’t give a damn whether I sounded reckless at the moment but I wanted him bare inside of me. I wanted to feel him just like I had felt his fingers inside of me.
I wanted to relish in the feeling of being pleasured by him, of having him fill me with his seed.
“No”
“Period?”
“17th”
“Fuck. You are going to be the end of me, Montenegro because I want to fuck you bareback till you are sore”
I blushed.
I writhed under his crude words.
The world itself seemed non-existent because it was just me and him and no one else and it was fucking perfect than I could have even hoped.
“This might pinch a little”, he said and I smiled inwardly.
Only Callan would use words like pinch and not hurt. I was a teenager once and like every teenager my age, I was sex curious and I had researched everything relating to this moment.
It wasn’t just going to pinch; it would hurt like the Dickens. I would bleed and I would feel like my body was being ripped apart from the inside out.
But I was prepared for this. I was prepared to face this hard on because the pain would later be masked by pleasure.
Sweet unquenchable pleasure that would surge all the way from my pussy to my toes. The kind that books would term as ‘toe-curling sex’.
With one gulp of air, my body went stiff as I felt the tip of his dick try to penetrate my pussy. When he pushed the head inside, my pussy felt penetrated and stretched like it hadn’t before.
My eyes welled but I sucked it up like the good buttercup I was. Sarcasm intended.
When he pushed in another inch the pain stung my eyes like the smell of onions. Tears betrayingly fell down my cheek and I muttered,
“Stop…you don’t fit”
He was big…so big than I could ever imagine. So big that I felt like I was being ripped in half by a chainsaw.
He didn’t pull out, I could feel him inside me. He didn’t move either, instead, I felt his back warm my back and his breath fan the edges of my ear.
His hand wiping the traitorous tear on my cheek, he whispered,
“I’m sorry, it hurts”
He apologized. For the first time since I met this man, he expressed regret. He expressed a fucking emotion. Of pity and self-lashing.
“But you are doing great, baby. Two more inches and the pain will be fucking over”, he assured and I didn’t think I could take one more inch of him let alone two more.
“Or I could pull out then maybe try this again some other time?”
Some other time.
Code language, for never again.
My insecurities came up again like a raging hurricane and he must have noticed it because his thumb pads brushed my cheek.
“Hey no rush”
This wasn’t the time to back down. I had given him the green light and I wasn’t going to quit like I had with law school and every thing good in my life. I was going to match on like the marine on top of me had done all his life.
“Do you pinky swear?”
It was stupid to ask but I needed his word.
“Do I what?”
“Pinky swear that once you are inside, the pain will be over?”
Licking the skin behind my ear, he whispered, “I pinky fucking swear”
Pulling away from me, so much that I felt his absence behind my back, he pushed forward an inch and another inch till I wailed. Except now that he was inside, I longed for one thing and one thing only.
Movement. Friction.
I wanted him to move and he didn’t hesitate. He pulled out only to get back inside me in one single thrust that made my nerves dance in sweet sweet bliss.
Fuck, that felt good. He upped the pace from slow to fast and deep till I could feel him hitting my cervix more times than I could fucking count.
Each thrust was more powerful than the last. Each orgasm powerful than the one before. He fell on my back, only to grab my breasts in his big hands and to pull me up.
His dick pushing hard and speedy inside of me, his fingers stroked my aroused nipples, his lips sucked my skin and his teeth bit the skin on the shoulder as we moved in sync.
I couldn’t hold it as my release took over and my back lolled back to his chest. I felt his dick twitch inside me as he thrust in slow steady strokes.
When he cussed out the word, FUCK, I felt his hot seed inside of me. Rope after rope of his seed filling me to the brim.
He came inside me.