Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ALENA
I blink, opening my sated eyelids to see Loch. To see everything I need.
“Please tell me you’re ready.” He stands over me, his dick raging hard again. His chest heaving like he’s in pain. “Please tell me I can finally fuck you, Alena.”
Finally?
I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Loch is @LuvPounder, and I don’t need to. Not when the ache between my soaked thighs matches the need in his swollen dick, hungry for me again.
“I’m on the pill,” I blurt, smooth as sandpaper.
And he grins. “Is that a yes?”
I nod should he have any doubt.
“I’m clear,” he says. “I’ve been celibate for a—”
“Forever,” I rush out. “It’s been forever for me too.”
I’m bumbling. Nervous. New at this. Wanting him but not knowing what to do next.
Should I suck his cock again? Play with my nipples? Or just lie here and—
“Come here.” He reads my shyness, gently pulling my tank top off before wiping my breasts and face clean with it. It’s tender and tawdry, and I lie passive, loving it.
Quickly, he tugs off the remnants of my pajama shorts, leaving me naked. I watch him watch me as he tosses his shirt across the cabin before peeling his leather pants off.
Oh, my god.
Can my eyes get any bigger? Can my hammering heart take all that? Ink over muscle, muscle over ink. A soaring, mountain range of man.
I stare, counting seven prowling black lions tattooed in a line down his chiseled obliques, leading straight to the trimmed dark hair framing his mouthwatering, terrifying penis.
Can I really fit that thing inside it? And will he quit grinning, busting me gawking like a schoolgirl? A very dirty schoolgirl.
“Damn, Alena,” he mutters, naked, fisting his length. “You make me like this. All slutty and hot one minute, shy and beautiful the next.”
“Shy,” I whisper, covering my pussy. “I’m feeling shy right now, not slutty.”
Grinning, he strokes off, staring at me. “My DirtTGirl or my Babygirl, it doesn’t matter; you’re always fucking beautiful to me. Move your hand and show me the pussy that’s mine.”
With trembling hands, I obey.
I let him stare at what’s his because Loch understands me. Sometimes I am a dirty girl, shocking myself with desire for him. Other times, the edges of my insecurities are sharp. They hurt, and I’m vulnerable, like a girl, needing protection.
Women can be both and more. In our hearts, we’re multiple selves needing a person to love them all. And with the way Loch’s looking at me? He does.
We just don’t say it… yet.
“Scoot to the top of the bed,” he instructs, his voice gruff. “I need to fuck you and make you come four times.”
I crawl backward. “Is that really possible?”
He smirks. “You’re brave to doubt me.”
Before I have a chance to rest my head on his pillow, he grabs it, manhandling my hips, wedging it underneath them.
“This will open you for me.” He’s right; my thighs fall open, my pussy presented to his gaze as he kneels between my legs.
Still stroking off.
But faster.
“Fuck, Alena. You’re so beautiful.” He stares at my entrance like a starving animal. “But I need to make you wetter.”
“Um, you made me squirt.” I gape. “I can feel it dripping down my ass crack. Can I get any wetter? Then again, you seem to know more about my pussy than I do.”
He tries to smile, but his breath is changing. Heavy. Focused. Feral. Confessing. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind once I’m inside you, and if you’re not wet enough, my cock will rip you open.”
Oh my god. Why does that sound delicious, not damaging?
“So, what do we do?” I lift my hips. “Because I really want you to fuck me. Hard.”
Knowing that the perfect man I met last week is the perfect penis I’ve been craving for years fills me with the same craze flooding his eyes. A riot of trust, yearning, and pent-up need.
The beauty is that it’s Fate too.
We’re desperate for each other.
“Any other day,” he grits out. “Every fucking day, Alena, I’m going to tie you to this bed and play with your pussy for hours, but not our first time. I’ve waited too long for you.”
Long? He means three years for @DirtTGirl?
Gliding his swollen tip between my lips, he teases it over my tender clit before smacking it with a heavy thud of his cock. “Oh god,” I cry out, an orgasm rushing to my edges, ready to snap. “Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Such a.” Smack. “Dirty.” Smack, smack. “Fucking girl for me.” Smack. Smack. Smack. He doesn’t stop smacking my clit with his cock until I buck with another orgasm.
“Loch, please,” I beg, letting it shatter through me, lust seeping through the cracks in my shyness. I want him so much. “Please, fuck me.”
“Oh, I will,” he growls, leaning forward.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me, the perfect size.
We match, Babygirl. Feel it.” Bracing himself on his knees and one hand, it flexes the muscles across his chest as he fondles my breast, lifting my nipple to his mouth, while I feel him press his blunt tip into my aching entrance.
I moan at his penetration, making him grunt, “Fuck, Alena, you’re so wet for me now. ”
He latches onto my nipple, sucking and licking.
I don’t know what magic he’s doing to me, but it’s perfect.
He’s barely inside me, teasing my cunt. With slight pumps of his cock, he’s stroking my most sensitive, electric entrance with just his wide tip.
He’s stretching me, while he sucks my tits like a moaning madman out of his mind with lust.
The triple sensations: how long we’ve teased each other online; his real, shallow, teasing thrusts; his wet, luscious suckle of my nipples—it makes me shatter again with another sudden orgasm. Loch makes them crack like lightning through me with no warning, only pouring wet pleasure.
I think I’m crying while he nuzzles his forehead to mine. I beg his eyes, anchored to my desperate stare. “Loch, please. Don’t make me wa—”
With both arms braced over me, he thrusts, deep and hard, grunting and giving me all his inches, and I cry out, finally feeling him inside me. His cry matches mine. Like he’s hurting and healed. It’s the most feral and fragile thing I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, Alena.” His lips tremble over mine.
“Fuck, Babygirl, I’m fighting not to come.
I’ve waited so long for you.” With slow, circling pumps of his hips, he clenches his jaw, resisting the urge, trying to focus on my pleasure.
“But fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet for me. ”
He tilts his hips, lining up his shaft, making it rub against my clit that won’t stop tingling, needing, sparking, threatening to explode with another orgasm.
What the fuck is he doing to me, and don’t ever stop.
He pumps into my pussy, making it stretch, throb, need; I grab his granite shoulders, begging, “Loch.” I slap them, scratch them, mark them. I roll my eyes, losing it because he’s taking it. Whatever it is, Loch owns it.
I don’t know what sounds I’m making, he’s just. So. Fucking. Good. His big cock. Expert fuck. Perfect lips, hovering over mine.
“Be a good girl, Alena,” he coaxes. “Be my good, fucking, dirty Babygirl and make this tight, wet, pussy squirt all over my dick that’s going to fuck you all night.”
He grabs my thigh, lifting it, angling our bodies so I feel even more of him as he starts hammering my pussy so hard, smacking my clit, hitting that spot inside, determined to make me come until I do.
I’m not in control. He is, and I reward him with a scream, with my bucking spasm, my pussy, pulsing and squirting.
“Fuck yes. Feed me, Babygirl.” He pulls out, rushing down my body, burying his face in my gushing sex, slurping it up before fucking me with his tongue.
“Oh my god.” I groan. My soaked thighs won’t stop shaking around his face. My world won’t stop rocking. Loch won’t stop making me come. My body, racked with pleasure, is so heavy and sated, but… it’s his turn.
I want to rock his world, too.
You can’t find the perfect man for you and not give him everything you’ve got.
“Loch.” I tug his hair. He rises, chin dripping. “Let me ride you,” I manage to speak out.
Lust narrows his gorgeous aqua eyes. “I’m not done with you.”
“But I’m just getting started with you.” I pant. “Lie down if you want to please me.”
It’s all he needs to hear. He flops beside me, lying on his back. “Alright then, DirtTGirl.” Fisting his thick base, he lifts his hefty shaft, making my mouth water with his taunt. “Put that squirting wet pussy all over this dick and ride it.”
I remember what Vale told me.
Swinging my leg over, shaking, I climb on top of him. He watches, lips parting when I brush his hand aside to fist his shaft. Slowly wedging his swollen tip inside my dripping cunt, I make him groan, his girth halting my pace, but not my mouth.
“I meant it; I’m going to be such a dirty girl for you, Loch.
” I gaze down, pinching my nipples for him, swirling over his tip with my dripping pussy, giving him his fantasy.
It’s mine too. “I’ll put my mask on and be such a slut for you.
You’ll fuck me online. In a club. Anywhere and show them I’m yours. Like this…”
I shift, lifting one knee, keeping the other down, exposing where we’re joined, air rushing my clit and his shaft.
“Oh, fuck yes, Alena.” He grunts, rapt by the sight.
“You like spreading your pussy open for me, don’t you?
” With his thumb, he rubs my swollen clit, pleasure shooting through my veins.
“That’s it. Ride me, Babygirl. Show me how my hard dick stretches this tight pussy open so I can come so fucking deep inside it. ”
“Yes, Sir.” I shudder, sinking, taking every inch, feeling him everywhere, loving the pressure. The pleasure. The possession. “Make me take you, Loch.”
He presses two fingers to my lips. “Suck them.” I do, moaning, knowing his intent.
He takes them out, reaching around my leg that’s down, teasing my ass with his spit-slicked fingers while his other thumb strums my clit.
“You want me to fuck you online, Alena? In a club? You want me to show everyone how fucking proud I am because you’re mine? ”
My tits bounce. My pussy weeps. My pride surrenders, confessing my fantasies. They’re so real with him. Everything’s real with him. “Yes, Loch. Please make me yours.”
His glare combs my body, his aqua eyes on fire. I swear, they’re reading my soul. “Deep down, you’re a very dirty girl for me, aren’t you, Alena? Only me?”
It’s true. It’s so dirty, I feel pure with him. It’s me. All me. Maybe it was always here. Maybe it’s his creation. Maybe it’s both. I belong to Loch. “Yes, Sir.” My lips tremble. “You made me this way.”
That makes him strum my clit harder, his finger, breaching my ass. I gasp as his hips hammer his cock into my pussy, his pace matching the frenzy in his eyes, his voice growling, “I want you to feel it, live it, believe it; you’re so fucking beautiful and mine, Alena. Say it.”
“Ye… ye… yes, I’m beautiful,” I stammer. “I’m yours.”
We’re diving deeper, darker, dirtier, and we’re so destined to be together. His nostrils flare, his words taking me. “You’re so mine, I’m going to make your tits bounce like this while I fuck your ass and make your cunt squirt in front of everyone online to see.”
“Oh god, yes, Loch.” I convulse. I come. I soak him. I can’t stop for this man, and I don’t want to.
Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know who I am with Loch, but for the first time, I love her. I love me. I’m fucking beautiful and shaking to my core, my tender pieces falling into his safe hands. He knows every dirty thing to say to me and every pure touch to give.
“Fuck, Alena.” He reaches up, tugging my hair, pressing my forehead to his. Sweat glistens on our bodies. I’m half floating in mine until I notice the veins on his neck, straining.
“You’ve always been mine,” he growls, and I feel it, my tempo taking him hard.
He grunts. He groans. The erotic sounds of his pleasure I’ve heard for years are woven into my soul.
Like I’ve always been tethered to Loch. Thread for thread.
Tear for tear. Kiss for kiss as he pants over our lips, grabbing my hips.
“Fuck, Alena. Faster, baby.” His eyes beg mine.
“I need to come inside you. So fucking deep inside you. Tell me I can.”
“Come in my pussy. I’m yours,” I confess, and his lips part, his eyes trapped, his lungs heaving as I suddenly slow down, clenching my pussy, dragging it up his pulsing length.
“Fuucckk!” He roars. His eyes rolling. His back arching. He fights the twist in his body as his thighs shake. “Fuck, Alena! What are you do—”
When I reach his tip, he growls like an animal in painful pleasure.
His dick jumps inside me as I linger, then inch by inch I slide back down, watching the most beautiful sight: Loch’s enraptured face.
Completely mine while he comes, gasping to the point of tears that match the ones streaming down my cheeks.
They surprise me. I’m so completely broken open and made whole with this man. The wave of lust that crashed through us ebbs as another emotion rushes in. One that’s too soon to say, but we feel it.
He grabs me, kissing me, man enough to let me feel his tears falling with mine while he’s still inside me, and it doesn’t need to be said; it lives, undeniable between us.
Tonight.
Tomorrow.
The next week.
The next two months.
Until Loch won’t wait anymore.
He tells my dad about us.