“Yes, please, Ian. Please take me. Please.”
“So pretty.” I hum, continuing the slow strokes, drawing out. I might not need my sadism, but I do want to dominate her—andI know she desires the same. Releasing my cock, I lean in to kiss her, softly and sweetly.
“Ian, please,” she begs when I pause to simply breathe her in.
“Shh. You’ve waited five months, you can wait five more minutes,” I say against her lips, then sink back in, twirling my tongue with hers, tasting her sweet honey flavor. She’s so innocent. She even tastes pure as she melts beneath me, letting go and letting me take control. At that moment, I realize I don’t need her to be untouched to be innocent. Jenna will always be innocent, no matter how much I—we—fuck and tarnish her. It’s embedded so deep inside her that instead of becoming hardened and jaded from all the depravities, she softens and opens up.
“Spread your legs,” I whisper, crawling between them.
She instantly obeys.
“Good girl.” I press another soft kiss to her lips, then plant a hand on the mattress and push my hips up, positioning my cock against her opening.
“Ah,” she moans the moment I slip between her folds. This time, instead of hovering like I’ve done before, I sink inside. One long, slow push.
“You feel so good, my sweet little girl.”
“Ah,” she moans repeatedly, the sound growing longer each time, her back arching more and more. When I sink all the way into the hilt, she pants loudly, and the moans turn into, “Ian. Ian. Please. Ian.”
It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I want to draw out and bask in the sensation, but just being inside her is torture. My cock is throbbing and aching, begging me to rut her like an animal. But I don’t let it control me. This is for Jenna. So I slowly pull out, slowly slip back inside. But even that is almost too much, nearly sending me over the edge.
“What about a condom?” she suddenly erupts, tensing.
“Shh, I had a vasectomy years ago. It’s one of the most reliable forms of contraception.”
She softens beneath me with a relieved sigh. “Good, I don’t think I could bear it if you pulled out.” Her eyes go wide, remembering my sadistic streak. “Please don’t pull out.”
I press a soft kiss to her lips. “I won’t. But I don’t think I can hold for long.”
She rolls her hips against me, greedily taking, panting harder with each deepening of our connection. A smile glitters in her eyes. “Me either.”
“Are you ready to go a little faster?”
She nods eagerly, clawing at the pillow.
“Hold onto my neck,” I instruct.
She eagerly obeys, clinging to me, lifting herself up to dip her head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. Then she falls back, aiming those bright green eyes at me, full of so much honesty and vulnerability.
“You’re the prettiest creature I’ve ever seen,” I say, drawing back. Just before she can respond, I push back in with a force that makes her gasp. I repeat, taking her faster and deeper, but not making it hurt. One day, I’m going to punish her with my cock, and she’ll scream and moan through the storm of pleasure and pain, but right now, I only want her pleasure and all that pure sweetness.
I had expected that it would be hard to make her come like this, but her inner walls are already contracting around me, her legs tightening and twitching the way they always do when she’s right on the edge. Her eyes glaze over, blinking and opening, trying to focus on me even as pleasure is about to take her for a spin.
I tilt my hips, just a little, making my pelvis rub against her clit. And that small movement sets the storm rolling. Her head drops back, her nails dig into my skin. The sensation, the vision,hurls me over. I growl with feral desire, pulling her tight into me as I pick up pace, fucking her firm and fast as I shoot my cum inside her.
“Fuck, Jenna,” I groan, everything tightening and contracting inside me, pleasure bursting in every little nerve. Now I know what she means when she saystoo much. It’s too goddamn much pleasure, yet I keep moving, spasming from the overload, addicted to her sweet body—her wet little pussy that keeps clenching around me until we both collapse.
Silence descends, only now calm and gentle, wrapping us in a cocoon. Our panting breaths dance against each other—a fast staccato rhythm that melts into a long, slow ritardando. Like a violin and a bass falling into the same phrase.
“Was it good?” she asks shyly, her voice a soft lilt that gently eases into the night like the warm notes of a clarinet.
“Was it good?” I echo with a chuckle, propping myself up on my elbow. “It was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.”
She lights up like a little girl on Christmas Eve. “Really?”
“Yes, Jenna. You’re the best damn fuck I’ve ever had.” I gently wrap my hand around her throat and kiss her. “And I plan to fuck you many, many more times.” I tighten my grip a little. “But don’t expect every time to be this gentle.”
“I wouldn’t want it to.” She sighs, leaning her head back, opening up for my possessive grip.