“Oh, the things I want to do to you…” he said softly, pausing. His voice was deep and low. “The real question is… how do I want to start? You only lose your virginity once.”
“Silas…” I moaned again, desperate for the feeling of his cock inside me.
“Mmm… I love it when you beg.”
“Please… Silas,” I mewled.
“Please what, pretty girl?”
“Please… fuck me. Dominate me… please.”
He hummed, “Oh, I will.” Silas continued to tease my entrance with his cock. His hand rested on my ass, his finger circling my tight hole; I squirmed more. “Oh, don’t worry… I won’t fuck your ass tonight… no. I have to train you for that. Tonight, your pussy is getting all my attention, baby girl. I need to get you a plug, you’d look so pretty with both your holes filled for me.”
Fuck… when he said things like that, it was hard to think straight. I never thought about anal before, but for him, I’d do anything.
Silas shifted, placing his hands against my hips, he slowly pushed the tip of his cock into me. “If at any time you wish me to stop, say strawberry, okay?” he groaned.
“S-silas?—”
“Okay?”
“O-okay,” I mewled.
“Shh… that’s it, baby… take my cock… feel your insides stretch for me…” he purred, slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper within me. He leaned down, planting soft kisses along my spine, as his hand wrapped around, his finger circling my clit. “Good girl… taking my cock so well. You were made for me.”
“Silas—” I felt my insides trying to accommodate the massive size of his cock.
“This will hurt, only a little… and then it’s going to feel good. Really, really good,” he promised, planting a soft kiss beneath my ear.
In one motion, Silas thrusted the rest of the way in. My lips parted, moaning louder than I ever had before. His thrusts continued. Slow, deep. He was right; the pain soon turned into pleasure. He carefully yanked me back, my eyes lifted to the mirror in conjunction to where we were on my bed. I could see him fucking me. “That’s it… watch while I take your virginity.”
“Silas… You feel… so good,”
“So do you,” he growled. His thrusts continued, bottoming balls deep within me. Our flesh slapped against one another as he picked up his pace. One arm was wrapped around my torso, his fingers toying with my clit, his other hand slid towards my face, placing two fingers into my mouth for me to suck on. He relentlessly fucked me.
His moans were a sweet song, mixed with the sounds of my muffled pleasurable mewls.
“I’m gonna come, baby… I’m gonna fill you with my cum… come with me,” Silas commanded gently.
My body shook as his cum shot within me, mixing with my own sweet nectar of pleasure, Silas thrusted through our first orgasm, not stopping until we reached our second. He pulled out, only to change positions to have me sitting on his dick, facing him so he could kiss me.
I lost count of how many times I reached sweet, sweet release.
But by the time we were done, I was a hot, sticky, sweaty mess. Lying naked in bed with Silas, my head was against his chest. He cleaned me up, caring for me in the most tender way that he could. Kissing every hickey and sore spot that stained my skin. Prioritizing my comfort with snacks, cuddles, and Liquid IV. He held me, whispering sweet words of affirmation and reassurance as I drifted off to sleep cradled in his embrace.
17
Silas
Isat quietly. The lighting was dim. A vanilla bean candle sat before me on the coffee table, casting shadows that danced against the walls. The flickering flame mirrored the chaos that ensued within the deepest parts of my psyche—uncertainty, fear, and an undeniable sense of urgency. The warmth of Rosalie’s body pressed against me, her breaths slow and steady. She was sleeping so peacefully on my chest. My arms wrapped around her tightened slightly.
My sweet ballerina, I hope you’re dancing your heart out in your dreams…
She was my whole world, my everything.
Making this moment my own, I looked down at her and her ethereal features that softened within her slumber. Her vulnerability struck me to the core. Much like a flower, she was starved for sunlight, and I so desperately wished to give her everything she wanted and more.
The image of my uncle Joe loomed in my mind, a lingering specter from the past. The sheriff—a man whose very presence cast a long shadow, darkening my plans. He was a pillar of the community, and I knew he was onto me.