I leisurely drag my tongue through her folds as I push into her, and fuck her with it like my cock will be doing soon. I press my demanding cock into the bed, trying to keep myself in control.
She cries out as her body bows, her knees trying to close but I’m stronger. She shoves her hands into my short hair and pulls me in tighter as I continue to use my tongue to fuck her. She moves around, trying to get off, but I’m keeping her right on the cusp, just like she left me all last night while I watched her serving others. She had taken care of them like she should have been paying attention to me. When her head starts thrashing around, that’s my cue to give her more.
I move to her clit and circle it as it comes out of its hood. I slide one finger into her tightness, then a second, and I curl my fingers to rub her G-spot. When I suck the little bud into my mouth, she screams, and her legs lock, her whole body spasms.
“Give me one more, pixie, then I’ll give you my cock. Your little virgin pussy is begging for me to own it. Mark it as mine.” The words cause my own cock to leak precum as it wants inside of her.
I focus on her pussy completely, sucking the lips and circling her clit over and over as I continue to finger fuck her. I reach up her body and pull down her bra cups, exposing her tits. They fit my hand perfectly. Her dusky nipples stand erect, demanding attention. I slide up her body, my fingers still in her heat. I nip her trim stomach, and when I’m over her breasts, I take a nipple into my mouth. My free hand tries to take my robe off. She sees me struggling and helps me get out of it. When I switch breasts, her pussy ripples around my fingers and her body bows under me again. I pull away to watch her, needing to see her orgasm. Her beauty before me takes my breath away. She stretches her arms above her, reaching for the headboard. I see small thin scars on the inside of her upper arms and for a moment I pause what I’m doing, trying to justify what I’m seeing. When she screams my name again and grows slicker as she orgasms, I pull my fingers out and suck them into my mouth, cleaning every bit of her off so I’m taking it into me.
Lining my aching, dripping cock up with her entrance, I slowly slide into her, knowing she’s a virgin and not caring if she’s on birth control. I push until I get to her hymen.
“I’ll make it good for you, pixie.” I look down at her as I try to hold myself from slamming into her.
“Coal, I need you. Only you. No one else.” Her words settle something soul deep in me.
I press through and pull out before I push all the way in. My cock is so deep inside her I can feel myself right up against her cervix. I hold myself there while she adjusts to me. When I feel her muscles go lax, I pull out and start to move like my body demands.
I move up to my knees and pull her body up with me. She’s over the top of my thighs and I reach around her to unhook her bra and toss it away. Every part of our naked bodies that can are touching. The need to imprint her on me and me on her overcomes me, and I lean down, marking her breast with a love bite. She throws her head back as she moves over me. My hands gripping her hips slam her down on me harder. Every slide of my cock against her tight walls causes my balls to pull up. I lay her back on the bed and start moving harder into her body, chasing the orgasm that is tingling along my spine. She cries out, her body bowing, her breasts jiggling, and I need her closer. I drop down and cage her body in. My arms wrap under her torso and over her shoulders for leverage as I go deeper.
“Coal. Oh God, Coal! I feel you everywhere,” she cries out and my hips pump harder until she screams. Her neck flexes, her body trembles. My body locks up and I come, splashing deep inside her.
“You’re mine now,” I growl as my world crawls to a stop. My body falls toward hers, and at the last minute, I roll us so she’s sprawled on top of me. I hold her tight to me not wanting to let her go.
Chapter 4
Kiera
I come awake wrapped in Coal’s arms, our legs tangled together. There’s an ache at my core that is slightly sore. His cock is still nestled inside my body, and as I move, I feel him lengthening inside me.
He groans and the rumble in his chest shakes me. I lean up, my hair falling around us in sheets blocking out the world around us. I look down into his blue eyes that remind me of the lake in the summertime. His thick, dark brows are relaxed. He’s got a deep, dark five o’clock shadow. He’s watching me, and as he shifts, his hips push his cock deeper. I bite my lip, his movement causing nerves that are raw to ache but also to beg for more.
“Let’s take a shower, then I need to feed you, pixie.” He smiles, his voice so husky sounding it turns me on. To my horror and embarrassment, I feel more moisture leak around us where we are still joined and his cum is leaking from me. “Kiera, I want you again, but I know you’re going to be sore because I took you like a madman. Shower, food, then I’m going to fuck you on the counter in the kitchen.”
I slide my palms up his chest and rise up, lodging his cock deeper inside me. The moan that comes from my throat surprises me. I slide up, then back down onto him.
I proceed to move my hips in slow, circular, and up and down movements. I’m not sure I’m doing it right, but when he grips my hips and yanks me down hard onto his pelvis and growls, I know I’m doing something right. He rolls us and proceeds to make love to me again, this time slower but still so deep I can feel him everywhere.
When we finally get out of bed, it’s after noon. Like he promised, he washes every part of my body, including my sore core.
I try to wash him but he stops me. He says if I touch him, he’ll be pressing me into the wall and fucking me into tomorrow. I smile and he shakes his head.
“Pixie, you are insatiable.”
“But that sounds good. I’ve never had that done before.”
“I’ll fuck you into tomorrow once you’re not hurting so much.”
I need to talk to him about the fact we didn’t use a condom. I bite the inside of my lip; I’ve never had this conversation before. As I’m about to broach the subject, his hands brush across the outside of my thighs and I see the moment he feels the scars. I pull away and jump from the shower and rush out of the room. I grab a towel on the way out, and I can feel his eyes following me. No one knows how low I got. How close I came to ending it. Subconsciously I cross my arms over my chest, my fingers play against the scars on the inside of my arms. I calm as soon as I feel them.
I stand there in the middle of the bedroom taking myself to that place where it’s just me and the blood is sliding down my skin.
I’m ripped from my thoughts when his hands grip my hips and twist my body around. Again, I find myself flying through the air before landing on the bed. And again, his body is over the top of me, but this time he’s not trying to make love to me. His face is tight. One of his big hands holds my arms over the top of my head. My weakness glaringly exposed.
“What the fuck are these marks, Kiera?” He demands as his other hand traces the fine thin scars. Four on the inside of each arm. He pulls back and looks down my body seeing the four on the outside of each thigh.
I close my eyes and fight the tears back. He can’t know what they are.
“Kiera.” He chokes, and I realize my tears are slipping out uncontrolled.