“You’re not ready for that. I’ll hurt you.”
I squeeze his cock with my pussy and get the satisfaction of watching his eyes flare wide. “Let me be the judge of what I’m ready for.”
He slows until he’s barely moving, cock buried deep and flexing just enough to tease. Eyes rove across my face, studying me.
“What do you really want to do to me, Kris?”
A sound that’s nearly a growl erupts from him, and he leans close. “I want to claim you. Fuck you until you know that you’re mine.”
This time when I squeeze him, it’s not voluntary. “Do it.”
It’s a dare and a command. Does he trust me to know what I want? Does he trust himself to give it to me?
Everything happens all at once. Kris places a hand on my throat. A threat and a promise. Enough to hold me still and nothing more. But it heightens every nerve and sensation, heat rolling through me so fast that my eyes flutter closed.
He knocks my thighs wide with his knees. I’m spread open for him—impaled and imprisoned by him—and everything in me sings yes.
And then he fucks me.
It’s a whole new world. Pain and pleasure mixed together and him not holding back in the slightest. Deep, ruthless strokes all the way to the hilt and back out to the tip. Over and over again.
I’m not sure when the pleasure spills over from that place inside, but it does. And then I’m crying out. Screaming. My voice pushes past the hand at my throat, completely aware that he has me where he wants me. I’m on a whole other plane of existence.
Kris’s mouth is rough on mine. A punishing kiss. Claiming, just like he said he wanted it to be. It’s everything.
I’m falling through clouds of pleasure, and I don’t know when or if I come up for air. Everything has narrowed to the sensation of his cock in my body and the roaring fire that every stroke brings. He grinds down on my clit, and that’s a whole other new pleasure too.
When Kris comes, I feel it. I hear him yell out his climax and sense his weight as he lowers himself to me. But I’m still not here. I’m floating somewhere else.
He’s the one that gently pulls out, and I wince. I’ll be sore. Doesn’t change the fact that I regret nothing about this.
I look up at Kris, cradled in his arms as he looks down at me. I’m not sure how long it’s been, but he’s smiling at me. “Hello there.”
“Hi.”
He grins. “You’re back.”
“I’m not sure I went,” I laugh. “But I think that I want to live there now.”
Kris laughs too, but then his face turns serious as he runs a finger down my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
I move my legs and feel the ache inside. But nothing feels hurt. This just seems like the natural result of getting fucked for the first time. “I’ll be sore, but no, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Good. Because that was amazing, and it wouldn’t have been if you were hurt.”
I smile up at him. “I’m not hurt, I’m hungry.” Like I called it into existence, my stomach growls.
“I can order in.”
“Or…” I say, rolling off the bed and grabbing my skirt. “We can go to my apartment. I already have leftovers. Unless you’re too rich for leftovers.”
Kris snorts in response. “Of course not. Besides, I’ve always wanted to see the inside of Meynard’s place.”
“When you’re with me, that rivalry doesn’t exist, okay? I don’t want to talk about my uncle.”
“Neither do I.” Kris retrieves his clothes and drops a kiss on my lips. “Lead the way.”
I know that he’s watching my ass as I walk down the hallway, and I don’t mind in the slightest.
11
Chianna
Leftover pizza isn’t the most glamorous thing to eat after something so significant as losing your virginity, but this is New York, and the pizza is fucking delicious even when it’s reheated. Now I’m sprawled on my bed with Kris, naked again.
He just doesn’t like to leave my clothes alone, and I can’t keep laughing. “I’m starting to think you have an undressing fetish.”
“Only if it’s undressing you. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Well,” I say, trailing my finger down his chest, “you don’t have to worry about that. You can have plenty of me. I already want more.”
“If I fuck you again like that, I will hurt you,” Kris says. “I’m not going to do that.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Who said anything about you fucking me?”
That piques his interest. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Reaching between our bodies, I reach out and grab his cock. Even this makes me a little breathless because it’s the first time. He’s been half-hard since we left his apartment, and I feel the magic of him lengthening and stiffening beneath my fingers. “When you undressed for me,” I say, “I liked watching you touch yourself. And I liked hearing you say that you did it while you thought about me.”
“I even did it with those panties I stole,” he whispers.
My eyes go wide. “Do you still have them?”
“Maybe.” I hit his arm and he laughs. “What? I need something to remember that morning by.”
I’m blushing from head to toe, but then I have an idea. It wasn’t what I intended, but now that the idea is in my mind I can’t stop it. “Maybe…maybe you could show me?”
A slow grin slides across Kris’s mouth, and I wish I’d been filming that just so I can always see that expression. “Ms. Brack, are you saying you want to watch me masturbate?”
“Yes.”
“Unexpected. I like it.” He stands off the bed.
I laugh. “You don’t have to leave.”
“I need to make sure that you can watch me properly. And it would help if you gave me some motivation.”
Laying back, I slowly spread my legs for him. “Like this?”
Kris groans. “I knew you were a horny freak.”
“I think I am.” I reach down between my legs and circle my fingers around my clit. I’m not really pleasuring myself—not yet. This is all for him. All for the show.
Suddenly he leans forward, drawing his fingers down across my pussy. “I’ll just borrow this.” Using his fingers, he spreads my wetness over his cock before fisting the head and slowly stroking.
“What did you think about?” I ask. “When you were jerking off to me.”
The muscles in his forearms flex as he works himself over and over. Nothing but pure male perfection. I want to keep this in my mind forever.
“Everything,” he says, punctuating his words with movement. “Every dirty thing that I want to do to you. Tie you to my bed and make you scream my name. See you on your knees in front of me with nothing but red lipstick that you smear all over my cock.”
I blink at him, freezing in place. That’s an image that sticks in my head. And something that I can do. Right now. Slowly, I close my legs and slide off the bed. The vanity is three steps away, and Kris, all the while, is stroking that perfect cock.