34. Holden
Ihover my face over her lips, inhaling deeply before my tongue moves out to taste her dripping opening.
She’s soaked for me, not him.
She’s naked, quivering with need and desire for me. My insides are shaking with the way I want her, the unreal amount of power she has over me.
I’m relieved she never got even close to this far with him, but the fact that another man has ever seen any intimate part of her makes me want to stay in this room and claim every inch of her body until she can’t even remember his fucking name.
My lips suction around the bud of her clit as her body begins to vibrate with ecstasy. My hands force her thighs farther open. She tenses up, gripping the roots of my hair hard as she cries out.
“Ah!”
I devour her pussy, savoring her salty taste. She squirms, trying to get closer to me and then farther away. Her breathy moans fill the hotel room. The muscles in her thighs tense up under my fingers.
A gush of liquid pours from her body, soaking the blanket underneath her ass. I continue lapping her up until her breathing begins to even out. My dick is as hard as steel, begging to be sheathed inside of her. She pulls me up, tugging on my hair until I’m on top of her.
The look in her eyes is vulnerable and raw. The reality of how gone for her I am slams into me as she reaches for my face, pressing a kiss to my lips and tasting herself. I kiss her back, my tongue caressing the inside of her mouth. My fingers reach for her sensitive vagina, knowing she’s as primed and ready as she’ll ever be.
Her fingers make contact with my cock, the soft skin making me want to cry out with carnal need. I’m hedonistic, desperate for her.
“You sure you want this tonight?”
She nods without hesitation. “I’m sure. Put it in me—now.”
I smile at her demand. “Patience, angel.”
My fingers need to stretch her out at least a little bit before I impale her with my dick and make her virgin pussy bleed. She’s incredibly tight as I push my index finger inside her soft folds. Her mouth forms an O as she gasps and throws her head back. My dick pulses at the sight. I feel like I might go insane if I don’t get to feel her inner walls right this fucking second.
I pull back before trying to slowly push two fingers inside her. She whimpers around me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders so hard that she nearly pierces the skin.
“Holden, please, please do it now. Please.”
Rosie Dixon begging me to fuck her is on my list of top ten experiences in life—forever. I rise up onto the bed, where she’s lying on her back, pushing between her legs.
Right as I position myself between them, a thought flashes through my brain and causes me to pause right at her entrance, dick in hand.
Is it wrong to do this if I have no intention of being with her?
Unless she tells me no, I don’t think I’m physically capable of holding back as the tip of my erection nudges at her. She’s still wearing my cowboy hat, looking like the personification of my version of an angel with her copper hair, flushed cheeks, and perfect, big tits. My cock is sensitive, having not entered another woman’s body in almost four years.
Too late now.
Every inch I go deeper causes my brain to short-circuit. I push until I feel a barrier, looking directly into her eyes as I break through it as gently as I can. Her eyes widen, neither of us breaking visual contact.
She gasps before biting her lower lip.
I’m fully sheathed to the hilt, my brain starting to go numb with ecstasy. Her eyes roll back in her head as she lies beneath me and pants for oxygen.
I pull back, causing her to suck in and grip my arms until I feel the penetration of my skin under her nails and my blood seeping out.
I lean down, whispering in her ear, “Stay with me, angel. The pain will turn to pleasure.”
She whimpers against my neck as I pull out and drive back into her. I want nothing more than to fuck her fast and hard, coming all over her magnificent tits. Instead, I force myself to move slowly, edging myself with each sliding movement to slowly stretch her walls to fit the size of me.
Once her body seems to be taking it better, I pick up the pace and find a steady rhythm, all the while keeping my senses as alert as possible for signs of her pain and discomfort turning to satisfaction.
She starts panting and whimpering the faster I move inside her.
“Talk to me, angel. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“Good. It feels so good.”
I keep one hand on the bed to brace myself over her as I reach up, tracing her pink lips with my thumb before pushing my index finger inside her mouth. She stares at me with wide eyes, and I explore the wet insides of her mouth, going as far back as I can without choking her.
“Suck on it,” I command her.
She sucks my finger in, closing her eyes and moaning around me. My hips move faster, my body nearly twitching with the intensity of how delicious her body feels around me. I watch her tits bounce before the realization of how fucking irresponsible I’m being smacks me into reality.
I jerk out of her, pressing my body down and panting, attempting to slow my heart rate.
Why the fuck did I not think about using a condom?
I stand up from the bed, moving over to my duffel bag and unzipping the side pocket and reaching inside. I was so wrapped up in the idea of getting inside her that the logical part of my brain didn’t register the very real possibility that getting her pregnant would cause unnecessary complications in my life. I did, however, think about this possibility at the last gas station, where I purchased the box of little gold foil packets.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I turn to face her as I stretch the latex over myself. “I don’t think either of us has to worry about STDs, but I figure you’re not on birth control since you aren’t sexually active?”
She shakes her head, licking her lips as she stares down at my cock with hungry eyes again. I walk back over to her, noticing the drops of blood on the comforter as I approach. She also has some of it on her thighs.
It’s been years since I slept with a virgin. It doesn’t happen to all of them, considering the hymen can be broken before they even have sex through various other physical activities, even riding a horse.
I felt Rosie’s hymen clearly when I first entered her, and the evidence is right before my eyes. She reaches for my hand, pulling me down on top of her.
“What?” she asks.
I look down at her, noticing that mixed in with the blood spots, there’s makeup smudged on the blanket. Her side is more green and yellow than I remember it looking earlier when she first came out of the bathroom.
My nostrils flare as I realize that she covered it up so I would think they were more healed.
“Did you cover your bruises with makeup?”
She looks down at herself, seeing the smeared makeup and drops of blood. Her eyes trail back up to mine.
“I’m fine. I want this … I want you,” she murmurs.
I pull back, sitting on the edge of the bed and exhaling. My erection is still protruding, and my body is screaming for me to continue so I can feel the sweet release I need.
It’s too late anyway. You already stole her innocence.
The crushing reality of what I’ve done to her weighs on me like an avalanche. I lean back, looking up at the ceiling. Her soft fingers trace up my thigh, and my body betrays me as it turns to her.
“I’m sick of you not listening to me when I tell you what I want.” She climbs over the top of me, sitting in my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck again.
My eyes slice down to hers before resting on her lips again. My fingers tenderly reach around to grip her waist. She wraps her hand around my length, directing it to her soft entrance. I watch her mouth open in a gasp as she sits on it, sliding down until I’m fully inside her again. My hand moves up to cup the side of her cheek before meeting her eyes again.
“You don’t know what you’re doing. I’m insatiable,” I warn her, even as she pulls me into her.
I watch her enrapturing gaze as she rides me, learning her rhythm as she goes. She braces herself on my shoulders, bouncing up and down on me, moaning and gasping until she collapses with exhaustion onto me. I spin her around, placing her on the bed facing the ceiling with my feet on the floor as I continue driving into her for a few more pumps until my dick starts to pulse.
Even though I’m wearing a condom, I pull out before my release, tearing the condom off to come on her stomach and tits. My release is a wave of pure heaven, of almost four years of celibacy finally coming to an end. Still panting, I reach a hand down, smearing my seed over one of her erect nipples with my thumb, marking her. Some deep, primal part of me groans with pleasure at the sight. I collapse onto the bed right next to her, my body buzzing with the gratification.
She sighs contentedly beside me, tracing the outline of my ear with her finger.
It’s so innocent, an intimate movement between lovers. I stand up to discard the condom in the trash before dampening a clean washcloth with warm water in the bathroom. She tries sitting up, but the green-and-yellow bruise on her side looks even worse now. She collapses back against the pillows.
I clench my teeth as I spread her legs again, wiping away the blood on her inner thighs before cleaning my semen off of her chest and stomach. We don’t speak again as I lie down beside her, tucking her body in close to me. I listen to her even breathing as she falls asleep, wondering what the hell I just did to her.