Rex’s mouth lets mine go, his lust-lightened eyes boring into mine a moment before his lips trail down my throat, kissing every inch of my sensitive skin. His journey propels him lower until he’s lapping at my nipples, both of my breasts clutched in his huge hands, squeezing slightly, holding me in place for his licking and suckling. That’s when I discover there is a buzzing hot wire between my nipples and the place between my legs, for it swiftly grows wet and achy until I’m actually pushing Rex’s mouth toward my sex, begging in clipped whines and sobs.
He laughs darkly against my belly, his thumb parting my flesh like he owns it, rubbing up and back over my swollen nub. “Are you ordering me to lick the royal pussy, my queen?”
“Yes.”
“Say it, then.” He kisses my mound, each of my inner thighs. “I like coarse words, too.”
“I couldn’t,” I gasp.
“Say it, Britta.”
“Lick me, please,” I say in a rush, closing my eyes. “Use you tongue on me as if it’s the only meal you need for the rest of your life.”
Rex’s answering groan is pure, shocked gratification and it vibrates me head to toe, rewarding me for being bold. “That’s not such a stretch, love.” Eyes on my face, he drags the tip of his tongue through the slick valley of my sex, once, twice. “I’m going to put my fingers inside your gorgeous, little cunt. Deep, my queen. To make you ready for me.” His middle finger presses into my opening, going farther than I expect, so I suck in a breath, trying to get used to the full sensation. “I’ll be plucking your cherry this way. When I can still soothe the sting with my tongue and go slow,” he grits out. “Because once my cock is inside you, I’m going to lose my fucking head.”
I nod. Somehow, with my limited knowledge of sex, Rex’s explanation makes sense—and I trust him. I trust him with my heart, my body, my life. “Okay,” I breathe.
Watching me closely, he milks his middle finger in and out of me, until the sounds of my wetness fill the stall. I might have been embarrassed by that if Rex wasn’t so turned on, his breath shuddering out, eyelids drooping.
He adds his ring finger, plunging those two thick digits deep then shallow, his tongue swiping back and forth over my clit. And slowly, that pump of his fingers goes from uncomfortable to incredible. I’m hinging on the next inward slide, outward draw, my hips rolling in time with the movements.
“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he rasps, pressing his face to my stomach. “Grab hold of my hair, love.” I do as I’m told—and he takes a long, shuddering inhale, punching his two fingers past my virginity, ripping a harsh cry from my throat. “Shhhh. My love, my love, it’ll get better soon. I promise.”
The anguish, the reverence, the emotion packed into those words anchor me and I look down to find I’m practically ripping his hair out. Immediately, I loosen my grip and as I do, my womanhood begins to adjust around his fingers. I force myself to relax, to focus on his tongue, which is back on my clit, licking me eagerly, trying to dim the pain—and his care of me brings back the desire even stronger this time. “Rex…” I whisper. “I’m ready.”
He lifts his head, the hunger in his eyes making my heart race.
After one final lapping lick of my buzzing hive of nerves, he comes to his knees and grips the hem of his white shirt. He hesitates slightly, then strips it off. And I quite simply gape at his perfectly padded brawn. I was right about his hair. There is a lot of it, black and thick, the abundance of it caressing his broad chest and thick belly lovingly.
Rex looks down at himself. “This body is not worthy of you,” he says, unfastening his pants. “But my cock is long and sturdy. It will service you well. I’ll see to it.”
With that, he unloads his shaft from his pants and I suck in a breath. Long and sturdy do not begin to cover it. The sight of him is almost…crude. Nestled in a thatch of black hair, his sex is wide-veined, curved upward. Mottled red from the pressure within, it has the circumference of my ankle. For all its fearsome qualities, it is the most sensual, exciting thing I’ve ever seen.
“You are beautiful,” I whisper. “Every inch.”
He swallows, emotion flickering in his eyes, and reaches down to cup me between the legs, gathering my virgin blood in his palm and smearing it across his chest, growling in a gratified manner as he performs the task. Then he drops all that glorious weight down on top of me, positioning his hips between my thighs. “It will be the greatest honor of my life to ride you, my queen.” His mouth finds mine, kissing it slowly, thoroughly, his tongue sinking into my mouth again and again. “To bring you to orgasm. To make the smoothest thighs in all the kingdom and beyond shake around me.”
I stroke my hands through the unruly black hair atop his, coasting them down his back, running my knees up and down his heaving ribcage. “I want to please you, too.”
His laugh is a rough scrape of sound. “A given, love.” Rex guides his shaft between my legs, making a sound in his throat as he feeds several inches into my body. “Christ, but my queen is so tight. You’re just a wee girl of eighteen, aren’t you?” he grits out. “I should be ashamed of how soundly I want to fuck you.”
My sex contracts to the tune of his rough language, my hands flying to his shoulders and clinging tight when the discomfort begins to take hold. I look up at Rex, trying to show him all the trust I have in my heart for him—and he seems to momentarily lose his breath over it, before he chokes out a desperate sound and punches forward with his hips, seating himself completely inside of me.
There is a sharp twinge of pain in my middle, the discomfort of being stretched so completely. Without reverse. I can feel him making me his and that visceral proof of being claimed steals my focus from the hurt. And I just see Rex. Just feel Rex.
“Britta. Ah God,” he pants. “Sweet fucking hell, it’s so warm and wet.”
He wasn’t lying when he told me he’d lose his head.
Rex moans, low and masculine, his jaw unhinging. His big body heaves down onto mine, that bulky lower body seems to thrust involuntarily, pushing my thighs open by force, flesh smacking into flesh in quick succession. For long moments, he seems unable to do anything but…but rut me with great, brutal drives, before visibly reining himself in on a groan.
“Forgive me,” he says brokenly into my neck. “I’ve never known heaven like this.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, grazing his scalp with my fingernails. “I love it.”
He breathes relief over my fevered skin and balances himself on his right forearm, trailing the fingertips of his left hand down to my breasts. He teases my nipples by rolling them between his big, blunt fingers, molding the whole of my breasts in his palms. Loving them openly. Eyes locked on mine, as if voracious for the knowledge of what I like, the journey of his hand continues downward until he reaches my clit, pressing against my swelling nub, creating a slick, firm pattern that has me gasping for air. And as he wrecks me with his touch, he tunnels his huge sex into me, pulling out and slapping straight in, faster and harder each time, grunting, the muscles in his thick buttocks flexing and straining.
There is no trace of the discomfort now. There is only Rex on top of me, the very picture of a warrior enjoying the spoils of war. He blocks out the rest of the world, whittling my existence down to the breadth of his mountainous shoulders, the sensual chafe of his chest hair raking up and down over my breasts, abrading my nipples deliciously.