Chapter 12
KATIE
This was it. Bray knew. The surprise on his face, then God, anger… this between us was over. Carefully, he lifted me off of his very impressive dick, making me gasp.
“I’m sorry, Bray,” I whispered, suddenly feeling so horribly embarrassed. I couldn’t remember a time, and there’d been many, when the shame was this awful.
Of course, it wouldn’t work between us. He was Bray Wilder.
Perfect in every way, including the huge dick that sprung from his undone jeans.
That was what had been in me? It was huge.
Thick and long, it curved upward with a flared head.
It was red and angry looking and the top part of it was glistening with my arousal.
No wonder it felt like I was being ripped in two because I’d only gotten like a third of it into me.
If I couldn’t get that much inside me, then there was no way I’d fit the rest of it.
I wasn’t just Miss Mouse, but I was Miss Defective. I stared down at the floor, willing my jean shorts to somehow magically move across the floor from where he’d flung them so I could put them back on.
“Sorry?” he repeated, running a hand over his head. “Katie, why didn’t you tell me?”
Katie, not Kitten. I shrugged and couldn’t meet his eyes. “Because of this.”
It was everything my first time would be with Bray, but now it was so much worse.
A rando I picked up out with Lainey would have been tough.
He’d have laughed, maybe. Stopped like Bray had after one quick thrust. But I wouldn’t have to see him ever again.
I was stuck with seeing Bray over and over again since he was my best friend’s older brother and I’d have to revisit this moment every single time. For the rest of my life.
What was I going to do? I’d have to avoid anything to do with the Wilder family.
“This?” he repeated, then sighed.
“Your disappointment in me. The fact that I can’t do it right. That I’m broken. Obviously–”
He tipped my chin up since I’d been talking to the floor, my head turned away from his dick.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I felt my cheeks heat, and not from desire. “Why do you have to make me say it again?” I wailed.
He picked me up and carried me the few steps to my bed. He sat down and set me on his lap. He didn’t seem to care that his dick was out and hard between us or that my lower half was bare.
“I’m not disappointed in you,” he said. “I wish you’d have told me you were a virgin. I’d have done it differently.”
“I don’t think doing it differently is going to make you any smaller, Bray,” I replied meekly.
He chuckled. “No, but I could have prepared you better. Used my fingers and opened you up.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Oh.”
“What’s this about you being broken?”
“You don’t fit. I mean, I knew it would probably hurt, but you didn’t even get inside.”
His eyes took on a dark gleam. “Oh, I’ll get inside. My new mission in life is to make you come all over my dick.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not like other women, I–”
He cupped my face in his hands and I had no choice but to meet his blue eyes. “No, you’re not like other women. You’re more. You’re everything. You’re mine. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay. I’ll just get dressed and we can forget this ever happened.”
I tried to get up, but Bray’s hands gripped my waist and held me on his lap so he could kiss me. It was as if his mouth on mine was like a drug because quickly I succumbed to the feel of his firm lips. The tantalizing swirl of his tongue.
Eventually, when I was no longer tense, he pulled back.
“We’re not done. We’re just gonna do it a little differently.
” He grabbed the hem of my tank top and lifted it up.
I raised my arms so he could get it off, just following along.
My pussy throbbed from the discomfort of that huge dick being jammed in there.
It cut my arousal down, but I was still needy.
I still wanted more with Bray. Was it stupid of me to go along with him?
I blinked. “We… we’re not done?” I asked, as he shed me of my bra with deft fingers. I was too confused to stop him.
He shook his head and his eyes dropped to my mouth, then lower to my bare breasts. He groaned.
“Different, how?” I added, when he didn’t say more.
He easily lifted me and maneuvered me so I was still on his lap, but now straddling his hips, my knees resting on the bed on either side of him.
A hand slid down over my butt, then moved between us.
I gasped when his fingers slid over my pussy. I was still wet and sensitive.
I kept my eyes on his. “First, I’m going to use my fingers on you. Stretch your snug little pussy open. You’re going to come a few times–”
“A few times?” I squeaked, then moaned as one blunt finger slipped a tiny way into me. I’d only ever made myself come once with my vibrator, satisfied after the one-and-done. I’d never come with a man, nor had sex and Bray expected me to come more than once?
“–and then you’re going to fuck yourself on me.”
My head fell back when that one finger slid in further and moved in some delicious way. Slowly, he fucked me with it. Nothing more, just a slow in and out. Not going too deep, which at first I was thankful about but soon enough became a torture.
I rolled my hips a little to get him to go deeper, to do more.
All the while, he talked to me when he wasn’t sucking on my nipples, alternating between them. That’s it. Such a perfect little pussy. Just for me. It’s gonna be molded to my dick. You’ll take all of me. You just got wetter from the dirty talk or is it because I put my finger right… there?
On and on he praised me. Told me what he was going to do, what he liked about me. I had no idea how long he spent with one finger inside me, then two. By the time he got a third finger into me, I’d come twice and he was finger fucking me almost roughly.
Before I could come again, he pulled out with a loud squelch.
“No!” My eyes flew open and I reached down to grip his wrist. “Don’t you dare stop!”
He grinned because I was angry with him for leaving me so needy.
“The next time you come it’s gonna be on my dick.” He flopped back onto my bed, his lower legs bent and his feet on the floor. With a little shift of his hips, he got his jeans down his hips.
“What should I do?”
He tucked his hands behind his head, elbows bent, then smiled. “Climb on, cowgirl. Take my dick for a ride.”
Pre-cum seeped from the slit and down over the flared crown. Now, when I eyed his dick, I wasn’t afraid of it. I practically licked my lips because I wanted it.
My pussy was aching to be filled by it.
“You can do it. You were made for me,” he murmured.
I bit my lip, then crawled up his hips and shifted up on my knees so I hovered above him.
“Take your time. Fill yourself with me.”
Slowly, I lowered so he touched my entrance. Then I lowered myself onto him.