Lilah
K incaid pulls into the circular driveway of my house, and I dash inside. The house is dark and silent, and I know my dad’s not home. He’s having dinner with the team’s GM and president tonight, along with several board members. Which suits me just fine, because it makes the lie I’m about to tell that much easier. Lying over text is far simpler than lying to his face.
I don’t like lying to him at all, but I know that right now, he wouldn’t understand. He’d tell me that I’m not allowed to date a hockey player, that Kincaid’s too old for me, and my stomach twists when I think about the potential consequences for Kincaid. Obviously, it’s a bridge we’re going to have to cross eventually, but in time. When my dad sees how amazing Kincaid is and how happy he makes me, he’ll have no choice but to accept him.
Make you mine forever.
Kincaid’s words bounce through my brain as I race up to my room, quickly change into a pair of black jeans and a light pink sweater, and chuck my wet clothes into the hamper. It still feels a little surreal that he wants me as much as I want him. But I believe him when he says he does. From the sincerity in his eyes, the protective way he held me, the massive bulge in his jeans…yeah. I believe him.
I let out a happy, excited little squeal as I toss a few things into an overnight bag and then fire off two texts, the first to Sadie.
: Hey, I need a favor. I’m going to spend the night at Kincaid’s, but I’m telling Dad I’m at your place. Cover for me if it comes up?
Sadie: Of course and OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOOKING UP WITH HIM?!?!?!?!
: Yeah. We just made out in his car and I think we’re a thing now. I’ll text you tomorrow.
Sadie: And then I’ll be the only virgin left.
: Poor Sadie.
Sadie: Yeah, yeah. Go enjoy your man. But I want details. Consider it payment for covering for your lucky ass.
: Deal.
The second text is to my dad, and my stomach lurches a little as I type out the lie.
: Hey, just letting you know that I’m crashing at Sadie’s tonight.
Dad: Okay, pumpkin. Have fun and I’ll see you tomorrow.
I somehow manage to shove the guilt aside, finish packing my bag and then take a quick glimpse at myself in the mirror. I freeze, because I almost don’t recognize myself. My eyes are bright, my cheeks pink (okay, fine, nothing new there since I blush approximately three hundred and seventy-two times a day). I look…happy. And…confident.
I’m glowing.
And I know why.
I think I’m falling in love with Kincaid.
Oh God, I am. Just thinking the words has my heart galloping in my chest and my stomach exploding with butterflies. But how could I not be? Kincaid is gorgeous and sweet. He’s an athlete at the top of his game, but he makes time to help out his community. He’s huge, but gentle. He’s confident and smart and makes me feel like a little princess in the best possible way.
I jog back out to his car, where he’s patiently waiting behind the wheel, scrolling on his phone. I toss my bag into the backseat and I’ve barely got my seatbelt on before his fingers are laced with mine, his thumb tracing circles on my knuckles and making my skin tingle.
“I need you to know something, ,” he says as he backs smoothly out of the driveway and then heads down my street. He’s doing that ridiculously sexy thing guys do where they drive with one hand on the wheel, all masculine confidence and control.
“Okay,” I say, and he gives my hand a squeeze.
“Ever since I first saw you at the party, I’ve wanted exactly this. You, in my car, in my bed, in my life. I think I started falling for you the minute we met. And that probably sounds crazy, but it’s the truth.”
Can a heart explode? Because I think mine might.
“When we first met, I instantly developed a massive, all-consuming crush on you,” I admit, my face heating. “But I assumed that you were just being nice, talking to me. That because I’m so much younger and the coach’s daughter, you wouldn’t actually be interested.”
He squeezes my hand again. “You are too young for me, and you are the coach’s daughter. And I don’t give a shit, . I need you like I need air.” He stops at a red light, and rain starts to pelt the windshield again. “Does your dad know where you are tonight?”
I shake my head. “I told him I was staying at a friend’s.”
He nods. “We’ll have to figure out how to tell him when the timing is right.”
“What if he takes it badly? What if he takes it out on you?”
His mouth is a thin line. “Then I’ll deal with the consequences. But nothing’s going to keep me from you, .” He glances over at me, and I can see the steely determination in his gorgeous blue eyes, in the set of his jaw. “Nothing.”
I smile at him, feeling all soft and warm inside. This sexy, amazing man wants me. Is willing to risk the wrath of my father and damage to his career for me.
“I don’t deserve you,” I say softly, and I suck in a breath when he quickly pulls off to the side of the road.
“That’s not true, sweet girl,” he says, turning and cupping my face. His eyes hold mine as his thumb feathers over my cheekbone. “You are smart and kind and sweet, with a big heart. You’re amazing. You’re incredible. When I first saw you, I thought you were an angel. A fucking angel, . You deserve whatever will make you happiest. And I’m going to fight like hell to make you as happy as humanly possible.”
“Kincaid,” I whisper, my eyes stinging, my throat thick with emotion. He leans across the center console and kisses me gently, his lips so soft and firm. I will never get enough of his kisses.
My stupid stomach chooses that moment to rumble again, and he pulls away. “Let’s get some take out and then head back to my place. What do you feel like? Mexican? Pho? Pasta? Sushi? You name it and we’ll get it. Whatever you want.”
“How about pizza?”
He grins. “Pizza it is.”
We stop and grab a pizza from a place on Yonge Street, and then keep heading south. After about ten minutes of navigating through city traffic, Kincaid pulls into the underground parking lot of a towering condo building on Bloor. Toronto’s a big city, but his place is less than five kilometers from my house. He parks smoothly in a reserved spot, grabs my bag from the back seat, and then opens the passenger side door for me. My hands are full with the pizza box, but he guides me toward an elevator in the corner with a large hand on the small of my back.
I would like to walk everywhere with Kincaid’s hand on my back, please.
The elevator takes us up to the twenty-eighth floor, the scent of pepperoni and melted cheese filling the small space. Silence hangs between us, but it’s not awkward. It’s easy and comfortable, and I appreciate that Kincaid doesn’t seem bothered by my quietness.
We step inside Kincaid’s apartment, and I take a look around. Dark wood floors gleam in the overhead lighting, and expansive windows look out onto the city. An electric fireplace is nestled into the wall on my left, and the living room is filled with stylish yet masculine furniture.
“I didn’t pick any of this out,” he says, setting my bag down and taking the pizza box from me. “I hired someone to furnish this place because I knew I wasn’t going to have time to do it myself before the season started. So if there’s anything you don’t like, we can replace it.”
I turn slowly to him. “It’s your place, Kincaid. Not mine.”
He walks slowly toward me, a half-smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “For now.”
Oh, wow. This is all moving so fast that it almost makes me a little dizzy, but I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want to slow down. I want to keep rushing full speed ahead with Kincaid Campbell.
He takes my hand and shows me around the rest of the space, which includes a living room, a spacious kitchen, a workout room, and two bedrooms.
My stomach dips and swirls at the sight of Kincaid’s massive bed. But he tugs me back to the kitchen, where we get out plates and napkins and settle at the small bistro table by the windows. Rain patters against the windows, smearing the city’s lights into a blur of whites and yellows. Nerves suddenly crash through me, but then Kincaid asks me about the group project I was working on, and we’re chatting like we’ve known each other for ages and I find it easy to relax.
We talk about school, about what I might want to do after. We talk about the next few Toronto Thunder games, and what Kincaid sees as the biggest challenges this season. We talk about other teams he’s played for. We talk about places we’ve traveled, music we like, favorite movies, video games.
He’s so easy to talk to. I don’t feel shy or unsure or hesitant around him. Maybe it’s the way he hangs on my every word like I’m the most fascinating person he’s ever met. Maybe it’s the way he laughs at my dorky jokes.
Or maybe it’s just because whatever’s happening between us was meant to be.
I push aside my plate and wipe my mouth and fingers with my napkin. Another silence falls between us, and my nerves are back. My skin feels tight and sensitive, my mind whirling and reeling.
As if he can read the tumult in my head, Kincaid reaches out and takes my hand. “We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do, . If you want to wait, I can wait. If you just want to hang out and watch a movie, that’s fine with me. There’s no pressure, sweet girl.”
Something about his words—so patient and understanding—galvanizes me. I’ve spent too much of my life hiding from the things I want. Too much of my life on the sidelines, acting like a secondary character in my own story. I don’t want to be that girl anymore. So, I rise from my chair and slide onto Kincaid’s lap, straddling him with my arms around his neck.
“I don’t want to wait,” I say, lust and adrenaline and excitement spiking inside me, making my heart race and my blood hot. “I want everything you promised me in the car. Tonight.”
And then his mouth his on mine, kissing me like he owns me.
Because he does. I belong to Kincaid now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I moan softly when his tongue sweeps into my mouth, the brush of it against mine igniting a fiery pool deep inside me. He kisses me and kisses me until we’re both breathless, until he’s panting and groaning and I’m writhing in his lap.
“Fuck,” he groans as he breaks the kiss. “Tell me you’re sure.”
I rub against the ridge in his jeans and nod. “I’m so sure, Kincaid. I need you.”
He makes the hottest growling sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “Bedroom. Now.” I stand and he grabs my hand, leading me through his apartment to his bedroom. We’re kissing as soon as we step in the room, and he guides me slowly back to the bed, easing down on top of me. He’s so much bigger than me, but his weight isn’t oppressive. It makes me feel small and safe with Kincaid surrounding me.
He slips one of his muscled thighs between my legs, and I grid against him as we kiss. The friction is heaven, but it’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you in my bed, . Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.” He tells me this between heated kisses, and I melt into the mattress, running my hands up and down his broad back. “Your hands are shaking,” he says. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I just…I don’t want to…to do this wrong,” I say, blood rushing to my face.
He brushes his nose against my overly warm cheek. “Sweet girl,” he rumbles. “You can’t mess this up, I promise you. I’m about to fucking die just from feeling you underneath me. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” He kisses me again and gives me a little bit more of his weight so that I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. “You feel what you do to me? I’m so hard for you, . My cock is dripping just thinking about tasting you. About sliding inside your sweet little virgin cunt.”
“I like…that. When you say those things to me,” I admit. “It’s so dirty and wrong and I love it.”
“Look at that blush,” he groans, kissing me again. “You’re so fucking sweet and innocent. I shouldn’t like it as much as I do, but I fucking love it, .”
I moan. “I…I want to touch you.”
He grins at me and nips at my lips. “Where?”
“Your chest. I want to see you and touch you.”
He rises to his knees and tugs his Toronto Thunder t-shirt off over his head, and I exhale shakily at the sight of all that muscle and skin. He’s huge and cut. So strong. I reach out and trace my fingers over his pecs, down the deep line in the middle of his stomach, over the ridges of his abs.
“I need to see you, too,” he says, his fingers going to the hem of my sweater. His eyes meet mine, and I nod, giving him permission to take it off. He does, easing it over my head, exposing my lacy light pink bra. He tosses my sweater aside and then his thick fingers are on the button of my jeans. My stomach flutters with nerves, but I nod, and he undoes the button and lowers the zipper with excruciating slowness. I wriggle free of the jeans, kicking them aside so that I’m in nothing but my bra and panties, and he groans, eyes roving over my body hungrily as he shoves a hand through his hair.
“Look at you,” he whispers, a slight tremor in his voice. “So fucking gorgeous.” He comes back down on top of me and we’re kissing again, my arms around his shoulders, my legs tangled with his. The sensation of his hard, bare chest against me is heady and addictive. The feeling of his skin on mine is thrilling and intimate.
It’s perfect.
His hand skates up over my ribs to my breast, teasing my hard nipple through the lacy fabric. I moan and arch into him, the touch setting me on fire.
“Can I take this off, sweet girl?” he says, toying with the strap of my bra.
I nod quickly. “Yes.” My breathing is fast, and he kisses me again and then meets my eyes.
“If I do anything you don’t like, tell me. You won’t hurt my feelings. All I want is to make this so good for you. That’s all that matters. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Outside, rain spatters against the windows and lightning streaks through the sky. It makes me feel as though Kincaid and I are the only people in the entire world, and the only thing that matters is what’s happening right here in his bed.
He kisses me, his tongue sliding against mine, his lips making my entire face tingle, and then my bra is gone, cool air rushing over my hard, aching nipples.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes glued to me. He kneads one breast, then the other, his gaze molten. Heat pours through me, and I know my panties are soaked. “, my God. You’re so sexy.” He lowers his head and traces the tip of his tongue around my nipple. I thread my fingers into his soft hair as my back bows off the mattress. It’s like there’s a direct link from my nipple to my clit, and when he closes his mouth over my nipple and sucks gently, I let out a loud, almost guttural moan. “You like when I suck on these pretty tits?” he rasps, and I nod, grasping at his head.
“Yes!”
He lets out an approving groan and sucks my other nipple into his mouth. He kisses back and forth between my breasts until they feel so heavy and achy that I think I might burst. He kisses my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone and then back to my breasts. He places open-mouthed kisses all over them. He runs his tongue along the heavy undersides. He sucks gently on my nipples.
I feel…worshipped.
My hips are moving on the bed, my clit throbbing, desperate for friction of some kind.
“I want to eat your pussy, . I want to taste you so bad,” he groans, kissing down my stomach. “I want to lick your sweet little virgin cunt until you come all over my face.”
I nod and make some kind of incoherent noise that turns into a squeal when he dips his tongue into my belly button. “Yes, Kincaid. It’s all yours. Taste me.”
Oh my God, who am I? I don’t know, but I like it.
“I’m gonna take your panties off,” he murmurs, kissing along my hip. “I need to see you.”
I lift my hips in answer, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly, slowly pulling them down. Blood rushes to my face when I know I’m exposed, but I don’t move to close my legs.
I want him to look.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers. “So fucking pretty.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice small and shaky.
He bites his lip and slides a hand up my thigh. “Mmmhmm. Smooth, puffy lips,” he says, running his fingers over my outer lips and then pulling them apart. “So pink and glossy. I can see your little clit poking out.” He slides a finger over it and my hips arch up into his touch. His finger moves lower, circling my entrance gently. “Tiny little untouched hole. Such a sweet little pussy. So, so pretty.” He dips the tip of his finger inside me and I gasp at the sensation. His fingers are so much bigger than mine. “Oh, sweet girl. You’re dripping on my hand. So wet for me.” He rubs his palm over my pussy a few times and I moan, spreading my legs wider. “I can smell how turned on you are and it’s making my mouth water,” he says, his voice low and gritty.
“Please,” I whisper. I feel like I might die if I don’t get some relief from the unrelenting pressure inside me.
He smiles at me and I’m breathless with how devastatingly sexy he is as he settles himself between my legs, his broad shoulders spreading my thighs.
“Gonna kiss this pretty little virgin cunt,” he says. And then his mouth is on me, kissing my pussy just like he kissed my mouth earlier. He swirls his tongue over my clit and then licks me from entrance to clit. “Mmm, fuck. Tastes like heaven,” he says. He spreads me wider with his thumbs and then starts gently working my clit with his lips and tongue. “So damn pretty, . The most beautiful cunt in the fucking world.”
I sigh and sink my hands into his hair as he tastes every inch of my pussy, licking me all over and groaning like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. Heat coils low in my stomach, and I can feel my pulse in my clit. The feeling of Kincaid’s mouth on me is so much more intense than anything I’ve ever done to myself with my fingers.
And then sounds…they’re fucking obscene. The wet slurp of his mouth against me, his low groans, my breathy sighs. He polishes my clit with his tongue, he kisses me, he licks and sucks. He even slides his tongue inside me. I’m so wet that I must be dripping on the bed, but I don’t care. All I care about is the incredible feeling of Kincaid’s mouth between my legs. His gentle sucks and slurping kisses, his long licks and teasing brushes of his lips.
I’m moaning, over and over, my fingers twisted in his hair as pleasure sears through me. My hips are moving, and I realize that I’m grinding my pussy into his face. I blush, but I don’t stop. He groans, tightening his grip on my hips.
“You like my mouth on your pretty little pussy, ?”
“Yes!”
“Say it,” he orders, flicking his tongue over my clit. “I want the words.”
“I love your mouth on my pussy, Kincaid. It feels so good.”
“Gonna eat this cunt for breakfast, lunch and dinner every damn day,” he groans, and then he’s kissing my pussy with hot, slow sweeps of his tongue.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” I pant, my head moving back and forth on the pillow. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, my pussy hot and throbbing.
“Good girl,” he says, sucking my clit into his mouth and then working it with his tongue. His praise and his mouth send me over the edge, and I come with a long, loud moan, the muscles in my legs locking as my entire pussy pulses and flutters, and I’m swept up in the most glorious orgasm of my life. I ride out the pulses of it, and Kincaid gentles his licks but doesn’t move to pull away. He nips at my lips, tongues my hole, licks around my sensitive clit. He keeps doing that until I feel something start to build again. “Can you give me another one?” he asks, massaging my clit with his lips. He pulls it back into his mouth and I come again, bucking against him as pleasure pounds through me a second time. He groans as I come on his face, holding me still while he sucks me through my orgasm, only letting go once the breath-stealing throbs have subsided.
“You come so pretty,” he says, dragging his tongue through my drenched folds. He kisses my mound, my lips, licks the seam of my thigh. “Such a good fucking girl for me.” He kisses my entrance, dipping his tongue inside. “I can’t get enough of your taste. I need it.” He kisses my entrance again then gives me one last lick before lifting his head.
I whimper at the sight of him, his hair wild from my fingers, his mouth shiny from my pussy. He grins at me and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth, then bends down and kisses me, slow and deep. I can taste the sweet tang of my pussy on his tongue, and it honestly makes me a little feral. I clutch at him as he kisses me, sucking on his tongue, digging my fingers into his rounded shoulders.
“See how good you taste?” he rasps. “I’m not going to be able to keep my mouth off you, sweet girl.”
He eases down beside me as we kiss, his big hand a reassuring weight on my trembling stomach.
“I want you inside me,” I say, my voice shaking. “Please, Kincaid.”
“Spread your legs,” he whispers, kissing my neck, teeth scraping against my jaw. “I want to fuck you so bad, but we need to get your tight little pussy ready for me.” His hand slides lower, from my belly to my pussy, and his eyes hold mine as he slowly slides one finger all the way inside me.
“Oh, God,” I whimper.
“Good girl,” he breathes, kissing my temple. His thumb feathers over my swollen clit, and I clench around his finger, making him groan. He slowly slides his finger all the way out and then rubs around my entrance while his thumb pets my clit in gentle, almost teasing circles. His finger slides back inside me, and he starts moving it in and out, slow and gentle. “That’s it, sweet girl. Open up for me.”
I turn my head and kiss him. I can’t get enough of him. It doesn’t matter that his finger is inside me, that he’s stroking my clit. I need more. He groans and kisses me back, tongues tangling lazily as he strokes in and out of me, the wet sound of it mingling with the rain pelting the window.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re so tight, . You’re doing so good.” He lowers his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth as he curls that finger inside me, making my hips shoot off the bed.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moan, clenching around him.
“I can feel your pussy gripping my finger,” he says, starting to stroke a little faster. “Fuck, it’s so good. Such a good girl, taking my finger like this in your tight little cunt.”
I deliberately clench around his finger again and he groans.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs, kissing my neck, my mouth, my nipples. “That’s it, sweet girl. Clench that pretty pussy around my finger.” I do it again, and again, the clenching sparking heat deep inside me. “Can you take another one?” I nod, and he slides his finger out of me, then slowly presses in with two. It’s intense and tight, but I’m so wet that they slide in without pain. He works my clit with his thumb and curls the fingers now buried inside me, and I start to come again.
My orgasm catches me off guard, and I fall headfirst into it, riding Kincaid’s hand as I clench and pulse around his fingers. It feels different, coming with something inside me. Different but amazing. I like the fullness. The tightness.
I want more of it.
With my clit still pulsing wildly, I reach for the button on his jeans, and unlike in the car, he doesn’t move my hands away. No, this time he slips his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and quickly shoves down his jeans and boxer briefs and kicks out of them, his massive thighs flexing. His cock springs free, hard and red with a flared mushroom head and moisture leaking from his slit. Veins stand out along the underside, and his balls look big and heavy. He’s long and thick and beautiful.
I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around him. They don’t quite meet because he’s so thick. Now, I’m pretty much the opposite of a dick expert, but from what I’ve seen online, Kincaid’s is big and gorgeous. I stroke him tentatively, moving my hand up and down his shaft, and he lets out a loud groan. I’m surprised how soft and smooth the skin is. How warm. It makes me wonder what he would feel like in my mouth.
“Seeing your little fingers wrapped around me is almost too much,” he grits out, his chest rising and falling, eyes glued to where I’m stroking him. Gently, he removes my hand and eases his weight down on top of me. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as his cock brushes against my thigh, and he kisses me, his mouth sweet and reassuring.
“Tell me one last time you’re sure,” he says. With my arms wrapped around him, I can feel the tension coiled in his muscles.
“Would you stop? If I said I wasn’t?”
He frowns, little lines appearing between his brows. “Of course I would. I’d never do anything you don’t want, . All I want is to make you feel good. To protect you and look after you and make you happy.”
My heart pounds happily in my chest. This can’t be real, yet somehow it is.
“I’m sure, Kincaid. I want you.”
I see the relief flash across his face. “Are you on birth control?” he asks, and I nod.
“For my cramps,” I say, and something dark and hot glitters in his eyes.
“Good, because I want to come inside your pretty little pussy.”
I moan and nod. The idea of Kincaid coming inside me is delicious. And then the head of his thick cock is there, pushing into me slowly. I gasp at the hot, stretching sensation. It’s so much more intense than his fingers. Intense, but better.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweet girl. Look at me. That’s right, eyes on me.” I open my eyes and find his, letting them anchor me against the intense sensation. “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot. You’re doing so good.” He kisses me and slides in another inch, letting out a shaky groan as he does. “You’re doing so, so good.” He stays where he is, holding still inside me as he looks into my eyes. “You okay?”
I nod and wrap my legs around his waist, inadvertently making him sink in another inch. We both moan and then he slowly slides out and then back in, fucking me with just the tip of his cock.
“I’m gonna go slow. As slow as you need.” He drops his head and starts kissing my neck as he moves in shallow little thrusts. “So goddamn tight, fuck.”
The pressure is so intense that I almost feel like I can’t breathe, but it’s also decadent and addictive. I can feel the slide of him over my nerve endings and it makes me want more.
He kisses my collarbone, my shoulder, my mouth. “Breathe for me, sweet girl. Let me in.” His eyes hold mine as I take a deep breath. He sinks deeper inside me as I let it out, and I feel like I’m being split in two. The stretch burns, and I grip his biceps, wiggling beneath him. I can’t figure out if I want to chase the feeling or run from it.
He kisses me, slow and deep as his hips start to move, his cock sliding deeper inside me with every single thrust. He pauses when he pushes up against my hymen.
“Ready?” he asks, and I force myself to take another deep breath. My pussy is pulsing and gushing, my heart is racing, and I feel like I would float out of my body if it wasn’t for Kincaid’s solid weight on top of me. Everything about this is intense and magical. Heady and surreal.
I nod. “Take it,” I whisper. “Make me yours.”
He groans as he pushes past the resistance, and a burning, stinging pain shoots through me as he tears my virginity away with his thick cock. He doesn’t stop until he’s in so deep I can feel him in my stomach. In my lungs. I feel like he’s rearranging me.
And I like it.
He exhales shakily, holding still deep inside me. “There we go, sweet girl. I’m all the way inside you. Your little cunt’s full of me now. How does it feel?”
“I’m so stretched and full,” I moan. “It hurts a little, but it also feels good. You feel so good.”
“Fuck, angel,” he groans, and moves his hips in a shallow thrust that has me seeing stars. I had no idea it was going to feel like this. It’s so much more intense, so much hotter and dirtier than I could’ve imagined. I glance over and see Kincaid’s huge hand fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white.
He tracks my gaze and sends me a half-smile. “You have no idea how hard I’m fighting to hold back right now. I need this to be good for you.” He moves again, another shallow thrust. “You’re mine, now. Mine to protect and care for. Mine to fucking cherish. Mine.”
“Yes,” I moan, hitching my legs higher on his waist. Heat is starting to build in my stomach, and it’s driving me crazy to have him so deep inside me without moving. “Yours.”
My words seem to snap something inside him, and he starts to move in earnest, sliding almost all the way out and then back in with slow, deep thrusts. “I’m your first, and I’m gonna be your last, .” The mattress creaks softly beneath us as he strokes in and out of me, making my toes curl and my muscles clench. Making my wet pussy flutter around him. “Wanted you since the moment I saw you, sweet girl. Now you’re mine, and I’m going to spend so much time inside you that you’re going to feel like something’s missing when I’m not. Gonna mold this perfect little virgin cunt to me because it’s mine.”
His hips are moving faster now, and his filthy words are making my nipples tingle and my clit throb.
“I need more,” I say, scraping my nails up and down his back. “Give me more. Don’t hold back. I want it all.”
“Christ,” he grinds out, and I can feel his arms shaking. There’s no pain now, only a tight, achy fullness that I’m already addicted to. The feeling of Kincaid filling me up is the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.
He pulls all the way out and then slams back into me, so hard that it steals my breath. I’m so wet that I make a squelching sound when he does it.
“That what you want, angel?” he rasps. “Want me to fuck you hard and deep until you come all over me?”
“Please!” I feel like I’m on fire from my breasts to my thighs, and every stroke of his cock only stokes that flame higher. Hotter.
“Look at you, taking all of this cock in your tight virgin pussy. Such a good fucking girl for me. Can you take more? Harder? Faster?” He swivels his hips, and I moan so loudly the entire city can probably hear me.
“Fuck me, Kincaid. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He growls and slams back into me, my breasts bouncing with the force of it, my pussy throbbing and clenching around him. He kisses me as he fucks me, and the groans falling from Kincaid’s lips are the most delicious sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. I feel like I could come just from listening to him moan and grunt and breathe.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, moving even faster. He changes the angle of his hips so that he’s hitting that same magical spot inside me he found with his fingers, the thick base of his cock dragging against my clit, and I feel the beginnings of yet another orgasm ignite inside me.
“That’s it, sweet girl, come all over my cock,” he groans. It’s like a lit fuse, building and building, getting closer with every stroke of his cock, every thrust of his hips, until I burst with a little gush of moisture between my legs. I throb and pulse around him as I moan his name over and over again, my entire body throbbing and tingling.
“Good girl. You drenched me, angel.” He fucks me so hard that our skin slaps together, and I can’t seem to stop coming. I can’t tell if it’s one long one or multiple orgasms bleeding together. “I’m gonna come, too. Gonna fill this pretty pussy up with my come.”
I moan and clutch at him as he thrusts inside me one last time and then I feel his cock jerking and flexing as his hot come spurts inside me. He kisses me, groaning and grinding into me as he comes and comes, filling me up with so much come that it starts to leak out over my thighs, trickling down my butt crack.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants, his chest heaving as his breath saws in and out of his chest. “God, . I am so fucking in love with you.”
My heart stops and then explodes, and I pull him close, kissing him softly. “Good, because I’m so fucking in love with you, too.”
Carefully, he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him with his cock still buried inside me. With a sigh, I snuggle into his chest, running my fingers through the fine dusting of blond chest hair covering his pecs. He strokes a hand lazily up and down my back, sifting his fingers through my tangled hair.
I tip my face up to his and he smiles, looking at me as though I’ve just given him the world. Time loses all meaning as we gaze at each other. Outside, lightning flashes and thunder booms, and it’s as though Kincaid and I are the only two people in the world.