12. Derek
She feels exactly like I hoped she’d feel. Right. Real. Like she was meant for me. I’m so glad this wasn’t underwhelming. It’s the polar opposite of that.
And to make it even better, it’s not just about how good it feels to me. It’s also about how she’s into this in a way I’ve never experienced, because her enthusiasm is easy to see. And maybe that’s because I’ve never paid this much attention, I don’t know, but I do know I’m absolutely fascinated with Chloe Turner. I’ve done research. I’ve got a thick report on this girl, so I know a lot about her.
I know she was adopted as an infant, that she’s an only child because her younger fifteen-year-old brother died when she was sixteen. I can tell she’s a nurturer who puts others first. She’s a good worker. She’s intelligent.
And even more importantly, I know things about her fantasies that put me in the perfect position to make tonight more than she expects and all that she’s wanted and never had. To make it something she’ll quickly get addicted to. I know what she wants and how she wants it. And bonus: I’m into all of it.
She’s squeezing her tight cunt around my cock. She’s milking it so hard, it’s like her life depends on it. It’s never felt this good to fuck anybody before. The sounds she’s making are sexy as fuck and she’s kissing me like she can’t get enough of me. She’s like a tiny, pretty, wild animal that’s finally been unbridled.
She meets my gaze with her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and staring into these light blue eyes makes me feel new things. I’ve already become addicted to looking into them to see how she’ll react to things I say and do.
I never expected it to feel this monumental to be inside her. To feel like this because she looks at me this way. To be inside her with nothing between us. I haven’t fucked ungloved since I was sixteen years old and that whole shit show happened with my father’s twenty-four-year-old secretary, who tried to worm her way into the family with a fake pregnancy scare.
I have a strong suspicion I’ll never fuck gloved again, because this is the only woman I can see myself fucking going forward.
I wondered if my fascination with her would wane after I got a taste. I wasn’t prepared for how this would feel. For what it would wake up in me. Things are shifting on my chess board even as I fuck her hard, swallowing the sweet cries my cock pulls from her. My focus has sharpened and if it weren’t for the fact that I don’t want to spook her yet, I might otherwise not ever let her out of my sight.
I feel urges coming on. Urgent urges.
I turn her to her belly and fuck her harder. Faster. I don’t hold back. My fingertips are going to leave marks. So are my teeth. And she fucking loves it. She’s gonna love me. Yearn for only me. And get what she yearns for.
On that thought, I grab her hair tight and erupt, coming inside her with a roar that sounds mostly animal.
When I catch my breath, I examine her face. She looks absolutely sated, happy, gorgeous. I want to pound my chest and give her everything. Put her on my shoulders and shout to the world that she’s mine. I want things right now I’ve never wanted.
These emotions surging in me? They’re huge. I need a minute with them, to tamp them down, so I tell her I’ll be right back and then slip out.
After a solid two minutes of pacing the length of the floor to ceiling windows in the living room, I come back with two bottles of cold water. No sooner has she put her bottle down before I’m hard again, so I toss my empty water bottle somewhere and lift her up out of the bed and put her against the bedroom wall, fucking her there, my hand around her throat possessively while my cock pumps in and out of her slippery pussy that’s dribbling my cum. And she cries. Weeps. It’s not from fear or protest. It’s emotional. She cries big fat tears of release as she comes on my cock while our gazes are still locked. And then she limply snuggles into me as I carry her back to the bed, not nearly done yet. I continue fucking her in missionary position while rubbing her clit until she comes yet again.
She’s so wet that I use her juices and the leftover cum from the last time I fucked her to lube up her ass and then moving her to her belly, I gently press my cock against the entrance and get what I want - resistance.
She winces.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, hoping she’s the miracle I think she is.
“No,” she whispers. “Just… go slow. Careful.”
Damn right she is. She is.
I press my fingers to her clit and rub tiny circles while guiding my cock in just past the head.
Fuck, that’s tight. And hot.
“It’s okay, Chloe. I’ll go slow. You okay, baby?”
She’s clenching my sheets, but she nods.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Yeah?”
I advance a little more, feeling that tight ring milking my cock as I advance.
She squeaks and clenches, so I slow down.
“Relax, beautiful. Relax.” My palm skates up and down her back. Her body relaxes marginally. She’s ready for more. I move in further.
She lets out a slow exhale.
“There. You’re okay, baby. Doing so good. Fuck, do you ever feel incredible. You know that?”
She whimpers.
I’m fully seated. “There. Take it. You’re taking every inch of me, Chloe. Feel good yet?”
She whimpers again, then rotates her hips just a little. She’s ready for me to move.
“Ready for me to fuck this tight, hot hole harder, Chloe?”
“Mm hm,” she groans, biting the pillow.
I slide my middle finger into her pussy and crook it. She jolts.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” I kiss her shoulder and then pick up pace as she relaxes entirely, giving in.
I fuck that hot, tight hole while pressing her g-spot with two fingers over and over while kissing her back, neck, and shoulders as she whimpers into my sheets.
I bite her shoulder as she whimpers my name; I feel triumphant.
I read on her sex fantasy blog (that she hasn’t updated in a year and a half) that while she’s never had anal, she finds the idea intriguing. Given the conversation between her and her friend about the guy whose ring she wears being vanilla or an unseasoned baked potato … without having much of a sex drive … I’m confident I’ve just been the first to take this sweet little ass. No protest. Letting fear melt into trust at my urging. She just gave it up and cried my name into my sheets while I claimed her ass.
I pull back and then slowly drive to the root one more time, feeling her tremble as I shudder out my orgasm, grabbing a handful of her beautiful hair.
Fuck, that was hot. So fucking hot.
My brain is mush for a minute. As I pull back out of her body, I have to slow because she whimpers, “Ow, ow, ow.”
“Shh,” I hush her as I get the rest of the way out before I turn her over, cradling her to my chest and pressing my lips to her head as I lift her and take her to the shower to clean both of us off.
She’s limp in my arms, blowing out long breaths.
I wash her from her head to her cute little toes. She’s pliant, smiling, and her eyes tell me she’s still hungry for me. The hunger I see there mirrors my own. Never have I looked into the eyes of another person and seen something that makes me feel like this. I’ve never seen hunger that I understand so fucking well before. She’s as into this as I am.
Almost as gone for me as I am for her. Not quite though. And the rest of that’ll come.
I dry us off and carry her back to bed, placing her on her back.
“You good?” I ask.
She giggles, then nods while biting her lip.
Fuck. Cute.
“Stay still,” I order, and climb up to straddle her face, pressing my knees into the headboard.
She’s staring at me with shock, but she’s not protesting.
“Gonna fuck my little bunny’s pretty mouth,” I advise. “Give your other sweet little holes a minute to recover.”
Her eyes light up eagerly as she licks her lips, readying herself.
“My perfect girl,” I praise and watch her melt as I run the backs of my fingers across her cheekbone.
My cock is harder than it’s ever been as I slowly feed it to her eager, sweet mouth. She grabs my ass cheeks with both hands and hungrily opens wide as I slide in halfway. She swallows around my cock, and I go deeper.
Her eyes are glued to my face as I fuck her mouth slowly, gently, going two thirds of the way in before pulling back out until she surprises me by pulling me even closer, hands tightening on my ass cheeks, digging her nails into my flesh as she manages to take me to the root, showing she wants all of it. She gags, but doesn’t try to get out of it.
Go time. She wants this. And so do I. Everything in her body language and especially in her eyes tells me to go for the gusto, not to hold back.
So, I don’t.
I take a handful of her hair and increase my pace. The gagging sounds she makes are like music because as her eyes water, she completely submits to it, taking all of me as I rock my hips forward over and over, filling her sweet mouth.
“Look how absolutely fucking beautiful you are, full of my cock like this, Chloe. I’m not ever gonna forget how you look right now.”
Her eyes are on me, I’ve got her full, eager, hungry submission. Submission changes to participation as she engages with her tongue, slurping, applying suction while I continue to rut her face. And now the little vixen’s fingertips rub down my asshole and press on my taint. This makes me blow my load so hard I see spots as I moan, pressing my forehead into the wall. She chokes. I pull back and help her to a seated position as she coughs and sputters a little bit, looking out of breath.
I use a handful of her hair to pull her forehead to my chest “Fuckin’ fuck, Chloe,” I sigh before I grab her jaw and tilt it so I can look into her eyes. “Fuck, baby.” I blow out a hard exhale and then move sideways, legs dangling off the side of the bed while still using my grip on her hair to urge her forward, then holding the back of her neck to drag her across my lap. I pull my right hand all the way back and land a hard slap on her bare ass.
Her ass shakes with the slap, and she cries out, spit and cum all over her chin soaking into the sheets.
Moving my hand enough to admire the stark pink handprint across her cheeks, I plunge three fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
She grunts and fists my sheets hard, her face on my thigh, her little tongue darting forward to lick at my cock. I pull my fingers out, slap her ass again and demand, “Open your legs wide, Chloe. Right fucking now. Show me what’s mine.” I shove her toward the bottom of the bed and get to my knees behind her, spreading her ass cheeks wide as she opens her legs like the good girl she is, gripping the bench at the foot of the bed.
Her asshole is swollen. Her cunt is soaked. Looks raw. Well-used. She’s panting. She’s loving every minute of this.
A phone rings. Not my tone. It’s coming from her bag. She makes no moves to go for it as I bury my face in her ass cheeks and slurp all I can get into my mouth, licking from her clit to her asshole. I slap her ass again and flip her to her back before I drag her up a foot so she’s fully on the bed instead of half hanging off the bench.
I land a hard slap on her pussy making her squeak. Her mouth is open and her pupils are blown as she watches me slap it a second time. She jerks as a reaction but makes no moves that make me think she doesn’t want more.
“Legs wider,” I order.
She complies, fisting the disheveled bedding with both hands. She spreads them as wide as they’ll go. I move up and take my hard-again cock into my hand and slap her clit with it.
She arches for me, whimpering.
I slap her with my cock again. “You like that?” I ask.
She nods, eyes closing.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I order and hers snap open obediently.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” I tell her. “Beautiful spread wide for me like this. Taking whatever I plan to give you. Giving me whatever I want. Such a good girl.”
She whimpers again, looking drunk on me, looking like I’ve just told her I’m gonna buy her anything in the world she wants.
My lips meet hers and I slide inside her pussy again, this time giving it to her slow, deep, with our mouths connected as I pump and pump until I spill the last load I’ve got in me for at least a couple hours.
She clings to me like she needs me. And it’s heady as fuck. I’ve never wanted this feeling I’ve got, never knew this existed.
I turn to my back, bringing her with me so that she’s on top of me and haul a corner of the comforter up and then flick it so it billows out and covers us. The sheets are half off the bed, and that would normally irritate me. But I don’t give a fuck tonight. I could stay here like this for eternity with her. She’s got my cum in her pussy, her ass, and down her throat as she falls asleep on top of me. Nothing has felt more right.
My eyes coast over her body in the moonlight and land on her left hand, which is on my chest. She took that engagement ring off sometime after we left the gym. A smile spreads across my face. And I know it probably looks sinister. With good reason.