Chapter 5 Kon
KON
She’s so perfect beneath me, but I hate that I’m this hard. My restraint is hanging by a thread, my cock leaking pre-come and so incredibly sensitive.
Never thought I’d be a man who’s turned on by being in control of a woman, but this is breaking all the rules. Taylor smashed everything I believed about myself the second she pinned me with her gaze.
I don’t know who I am right now.
But I know I’m hers, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her, and for the first time in years, I want to live.
“No, please,” she says as she rolls her hips, her legs falling open.
I let out a groan that could sound like satisfaction, and in part it is, because I misjudged the space between us.
My brain stutters as I’m suddenly not against her belly, but at the entrance of her pussy, revealed by her underwear that has slid down.
She’s wet. Not just a bit, she’s soaked. Absolutely dripping. Coating my cock where we touch.
She’s pushing her softness to the rigid length of my cock, and I can’t breathe.
When she tugs at her hands, I hold her even tighter.
“Go with it,” I direct her in a tone barely over a whisper, my lips on the shell of her ear. I don’t know what it means that she’s doing this. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”
I’d love to get my mouth on her properly. I’m starving for her.
If things were different, I’d dive down the bed, brace my arm over her hips and lick her until she screamed with pleasure.
Then I’d eat her more, greedy sucks and bites and long, luxurious drags over her clit until she fell apart again.
When she was soft and sated, then I’d fuck her, relishing her orgasm-weakened body.
Not doing that might kill me, I need it so badly.
But an indulgence like giving her oral sex could blow our cover and get us both killed.
Her lips fall open and she looks up at me, panting, eyes wide. A strangled sound emerges from her throat, and she writhes.
My brain vaguely registers that this is not convincing, but her skin against the head of my cock is drawing all my focus to where we’re touching, and not our performance for our presumed audience.
The next fake thrust I try to stay away from her.
My cock skims her anyway and my shudder isn’t faked. It’s all too real. I grit my teeth.
I move up again and plunge my hips down into air.
“Please don’t,” she begs.
“I can’t stop.” My voice is gravelly and not my own. Harsh. And that sentiment might be closer to the truth than I’d like. “I can’t stop.”
Dipping my head, I press my face into her neck.
“Say, ‘mercy’, Taylor,” I rasp into her ear. It’s a plea and a reminder. I can’t manage much more of this. I don’t know if I can control myself when she’s the living, breathing definition of temptation.
I’m desperate for her. Obsessed.
Her arms stretched above her head, her face is right there, no longer turned away. Her lips are irresistible.
I cannot slip into her. I mustn’t. She’s innocent. Untouched. But as I press my lips to hers, my chest heaving with the fight to keep myself pretending to breach her but not actually doing it, Taylor moans.
Then she angles her hips under me. And as I rock, the movement is already happening before I realise.
My head notches at her slick entrance, and my hips continue moving without my mind’s approval. And a jagged, shuddering shout rips from my throat as I thrust into her silky heat. Her wetness easing the way.
My heart stops, and I look, shocked, into her eyes.
I’ve done what I promised I wouldn’t. The act that would make me the most immoral ticking arsehole to ever walk this earth.
I just took Taylor’s virginity.