…wetter.
“All those wasted nights I could have spent with you,” he whispers as he leans down over me, dwarfing me with his size, trapping me between his bulging biceps. “I don’t even deserve something so beautiful as you.”
“Don’t say that,” I tell him as I trace his high cheekbone with my knuckle. “Of course you deserve me. Look how easily you stole me…”
“But I can’t steal you now, sweetie,” he purrs back. “I need to take you, but you need to give yourself to me. I need to hear the words from you. Tell me, sweetie. Tell me you’re mine.”
I lower my eyes but keep them on him. My chest is heaving with desire. Of course I’m his. I think I knew from the moment he wrapped his arms around me at the Met.
“I…I’m yours.”
With one swift movement, Zander spreads my legs wide and gets down on his knees in front of me. When his tongue touches me down there, I whimper, and my legs begin to shudder.
“Christ, look at this fresh little pussy,” he mutters, his breath warm against my thighs. “I bet so many men have fantasized about being your first, sweetie. How many of them wished they were here now? But that’s not happening. You’re only for me, aren’t you?”
“Y—yes!”
I’m wet, dripping even, and completely unprepared for what happens next.
His tongue, warm and strong, traces a perfect line up my eager slit, causing me to shake. Then he finds my clit and rolls it gently. Each tiny flick sends a jolt of sensation through me like nothing I’ve ever known.
Again I moan, and Zander buries his tongue in me.
“Fuck!”
He tongue-fucks me hard. With each stroke, his nose presses against my clit. For a second, I’m self-conscious until I hear him take a deep breath in and groan like it’s the greatest thing in the world.
“Goddamn it, sweetie,” he growls into me. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to hold back with you.”
“What do you mean?” Hold back? I don’t want him to hold back.
“Your first time should be soft and sweet,” he tells me. “Sensual. I don’t want to be rough with you and hurt you. I’m big. And you’re already going to be so fucking tight.”
His want is overpowering. But this is more than just regular dirty talk. I may not have heard it before, but I don’t need to. He means what he’s saying. “Do what you want to me, Zander. I just want to make you feel good.”
“Christ, sweetie, you drive me fucking crazy. And I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t even know what happened to you.”
There’s no hope of a response as Zander’s tongue finds my ready pleasure button again. Dripping with arousal, my hips move on their own, grinding against him, each surge of pressure driving me closer and closer to the edge. No amount of fantasizing could ever compare to this.
“I’m gonna come, Zander…” I don’t know why, but telling him this makes me feel good. Makes me feel sexy.
His reply is a simple groan, and as he slides a finger inside me, I go over the edge.
My eyes and mouth open wide. My back arches off the island, and I grab the corners and hold on for dear life as the most powerful orgasm I could ever imagine rolls through me like a typhoon.
He’s a master and moves his tongue in perfect rhythm with my body. My head’s spinning as he presses his lips against mine and holds his tongue on my tingling little pearl. I don’t even know if he understands just how incredible he is. “Oh—my—God—my—God—my-God…”
Finally, I manage to look down at him, and when I see the look in his eyes, I know the answer: he does. He definitely does.
He gets to his feet, and with the room still spinning around me, slides out of his boxers. His cock springs free, standing long and thick from between his legs. I can’t even believe it.
“What…what is that?”
Zander grins and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “I know you’re a virgin, sweetie. But you must know how this all works.”
“That is not your penis…”
“What else would it be?” he chuckles, grasping it by the hilt and swinging it gently.
I’m soaked between my thighs, but I guess that’s not enough for my body, and I begin to salivate. “A monster?”
“Yes, you may be right about that.” He grins. “But it’s your monster, baby.”
He leans over me, and I feel a brief moment of anxiety as he presses the tip against my entrance. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, but I’m still scared. I’m tiny. Untouched. It’s my first time and he’s huge.
“I honestly don’t think it’s going to fit, Zander. I mean—”
“It will,” he purrs, letting his lips drag up the skin of my neck to my ear, which he kisses ever so gently. “Do you think I’m going to stop now, sweetie? I built my entire empire on discipline and self-control, and I’m powerless to resist that fresh, unclaimed cunt between your thighs.”
If I needed any more convincing, that would have done it. I try to force myself to relax as Zander pushes his hips forward and slides inside.
“Christ, Amory. That virgin pussy is like a vise around my cock.”
He pushes deeper and deeper, and I moan as he stretches my walls around his unbelievable girth. Every one of his many muscles is taut as he takes me. Strong hands slide into my hair and tighten. He pulls my head up and holds it there, forcing me to watch as he claims me.
It doesn’t seem possible, but there it is, Zander’s enormous cock sliding inside me.
“There,” he grunts as he bottoms out inside me. “That’s right where it’s supposed to go. How’s that feel, sweetie? Like you just became a woman?”
“Zander…”
“Like you just became my woman?”
His first stroke ignites me, and I cry out. “Don’t be gentle with me, Zander! Fuck me how you want to!”
His eyes flash, but he keeps his strokes slow and deliberate. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetie.”
“You won’t,” I almost snap. Goddamn it, I just want him to feel good. I want to please him like he already did to me. “Take me how you want me, Zander. I’m yours.”
“You sexy fucking bitch,” he growls as he leans in and kisses me. His tongue presses hungrily into my mouth, and I suck it like it’s his cock. His dirty talk is perfect. He’s transforming me, breaking me out of my shell, showing me where my sexuality can go. And I love him for it.
The veins in his biceps are bulging as he shifts his grip to my waist. I writhe on the island beneath him, and when he delivers his first strong stroke, I cry out with pleasure.
“You beautiful girl. I want to be gentle with you, but I can’t. You take my nine inches so good. If I didn’t feel that cherry pop when I entered you, I might think you had done this before.”
“Never!” I whimper. Swollen with pride, I move my hips against his, taking every one of his massive inches inside me. It’s not just my body he’s taking and changing, making his—it’s all of me.
I’m losing myself in it. Each thrust causes my breasts to shake. I feel his balls slapping against my ass and little drops of sweat falling from his chest onto my stomach. The thick pulse of his manhood inside me reminds me every second that I’m a woman now.