CHAPTER SIX
Rhett
She tasted like heaven.
Sweet and musky and so damn responsive that I had to grip her hips to keep her still while I worked her with my tongue.
She was writhing beneath me, those soft thighs trembling on either side of my head, her hands fisted in my hair like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to pull me closer or push me away.
“Rhett—I can’t—it’s too much—”
“You can,” I said against her pussy, the vibration making her gasp. “And you will. I’m going to make you come on my tongue, Maggie. I’m going to drink every drop when you do.”
I went back to work, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, and I held her down, kept her exactly where I wanted her while I devoured her like a man starving.
And I was starving. For her taste, her sounds, the way she fell apart so beautifully when I gave her pleasure. I’d been with women before, plenty of them, but none of them had ever responded like this. Like every touch was brand new, like every sensation was more than she could handle.
Because for her, it was. She was a virgin in every sense of the word, and knowing I was the first man to taste her, to touch her like this, to make her come—it made something roar to life inside me.
Mine. She was mine. And I was going to make damn sure she knew it.
I slid two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she was, how hot and wet, and groaned against her flesh. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So perfect. Can you feel my fingers inside you? Can you feel how you’re gripping them?”
A sharp pull on my hair was my answer.
“That’s going to be my cock soon. Inside you.
I’m going to fill this pretty pussy so full you won’t be able to think straight.
” I curled my fingers, found that spot inside her that made her entire body jolt.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.
And then I’m going to fuck you some more. ”
She was close again, I could feel it in the way her muscles clenched around my fingers, the way her breathing had gone ragged and desperate. I doubled my efforts, tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing her higher and higher until she broke.
She came with a cry that was almost a scream, her whole body going rigid before the waves hit her. I worked her through it, gentler now, letting her ride it out while I tasted every bit of her release.
When she finally went limp beneath me, I pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh and crawled back up her body. She looked thoroughly debauched—hair wild, lips swollen, eyes dazed with pleasure—and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“You still with me?” I asked, brushing her hair back from her face.
“I think so.” Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. “That was—I didn’t know what that was.”
“I know.” I kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on my lips. “But we’re not done yet.”
“We’re not?” She gave a slight smile, like she couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Not even close.” I stood up, started unbuttoning my shirt. “I’ve made you come twice now. But the main event is still coming, and I need you to tell me you’re ready for it.”
She watched me strip off my shirt, her gaze tracking over my chest and abs with an appreciation that made my cock throb. I’d kept myself in good shape—ranch work demanded it—but the way she was looking at me made me feel like a god.
“I’m ready,” she whispered.
“Are you sure? Because once I’m inside you, Maggie, once I’ve had you like that, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine. Completely. Understand?”
She nodded, then seemed to remember I wanted words. “Yes. I understand. I want this. I want you.”
“Good girl.” I stripped off my jeans and boxers, and watched her eyes go wide when she saw my cock for the first time. “Don’t look so scared. I’ll fit. It might hurt at first, but I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on with hands that were steadier than I felt. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to just take her, to bury myself inside her and claim her hard and fast. But I wouldn’t. Not for her first time. She deserved better than that.
I settled between her thighs again, the head of my cock nudging against her entrance, and braced my weight on my forearms. “Look at me. I want to see your face when I take you.”
Her eyes locked on mine, dark and trusting and so full of want it made my chest tight.
“Deep breath,” I said, and began to push inside.
She was so tight I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then and there. Hot and slick and gripping me like a vise, her body resisting the intrusion even as it pulled me deeper. I watched her face, saw the moment discomfort flickered across it, and stopped.
“Breathe through it,” I murmured, staying perfectly still even though it was killing me. “Let your body adjust. I’ve got you.”
She nodded, her hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging in. I waited, patient despite the need clawing at me, until I felt her relax slightly beneath me.
“More,” she whispered. “I can take more.”
I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her. The feeling was indescribable—being buried in her heat, feeling her pulse around me, knowing I was the first and would be the only one who’d ever have her like this.
“How do you feel?” I asked, my voice strained.
“Full.” She shifted her hips experimentally, and we both groaned. “So full. Is it—does it always feel like this?”
“No.” I pulled back slightly, pushed back in, starting a slow rhythm. “It’s never felt like this. Not for me. You feel perfect, Maggie. Like you were made for my cock.”
I started to move in earnest then, slow deep strokes that had her gasping beneath me. Her legs came up to wrap around my waist, changing the angle, and I hit something inside her that made her cry out.
“Right there?” I angled my hips to hit that spot again. “That’s your G-spot, sweetheart. That’s what’s going to make you come all over my cock while I fill you up.”
I pushed in deeper.
“Rhett—it’s so much—”
“You can take it. You can take all of me.” I increased my pace slightly, still keeping it controlled, still making sure she was with me every step. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl. Show me how much you want it.”
Her nails raked down my back, and the slight pain mixed with pleasure made me thrust harder. She met me stroke for stroke, rolling her hips in a rhythm that was instinctive and perfect, and I knew she was close again.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Rub your clit while I fuck you. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She hesitated for just a second, then her hand slipped between us, and the moment her fingers found her clit, she clenched around me so tight I had to take a deep breath to stop my own release.
“That’s it. Just like that. Make yourself come while I’m inside you. Show me how good I make you feel.”
It only took a few more strokes before she shattered, her pussy clamping down on me in rhythmic pulses that dragged my own orgasm out of me. I thrust deep and held there, groaning her name as I came harder than I could ever remember.
When the waves finally subsided, I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms and holding her close while we both caught our breath.
“You okay?” I asked when I could form words again.
“Better than okay.” She sounded dazed, satisfied. “That was—I can’t even describe it.”
“Good. Because we’re doing it again later.” I pressed a kiss to her temple, then carefully withdrew and dealt with the condom. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.”
I went to the bathroom, cleaned up, then came back with a warm washcloth. She looked surprised when I gently cleaned between her thighs, taking care of her. Bastard that I was, my cock grew hard again seeing the evidence of innocence.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly.
“Taking care of you.” I tossed the washcloth aside and climbed back into bed, pulling her against my chest. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow. Might even be sore tonight. But that’s normal for your first time.”
She was quiet for a moment. “Will we...do it again? Tonight?”
“Do you want to?” I kissed the top of her head. “Because I’m not going to push you, Maggie. What we just did—that was intense. You might need time to recover.”
“I don’t want time.” She tilted her head back to look at me, and there was heat in her eyes despite the exhaustion. “I want more. I want everything.”
My cock throbbed, but I kept myself in check. “We’ve got time. All the time in the world. No need to rush.”
“You said you wanted me twice more before sunrise,” she reminded me, a hint of sass creeping back into her voice.
I grinned. “I did say that, didn’t I?”
“You did. So either you were all talk, or—”
I rolled her onto her back, cutting off her challenge with a kiss. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m going to enjoy proving I’m not all talk. But first, you’re going to rest. And then I’m going to feed you, because you need your strength.”
“For?”
“For everything else I’m planning to do to you tonight.” I nipped at her bottom lip. “Now close your eyes. Rest. I’ll wake you up in a bit.”
She snuggled against me, her breathing evening out almost immediately. I held her, watching her sleep, and felt something settle in my chest. Something possessive and protective and a hell of a lot deeper than just physical satisfaction.