Chapter 27 #2
“I stretched you as much as I could, baby, you’re doing so well.
” I hold still, letting her adjust to the fullness.
Her hands grip my sides. She nods once, fingers tightening around me, and I feel the fire coil hotter between us.
I ease out slowly, savoring the pull, then push in harder, deeper, every inch igniting a tremor I can’t contain.
I feel the barrier break.
Feel her blood as it soaks my cock.
Feel her flinch as she jerks beneath me.
I hold still, giving her time. I’ve got more to give, but I lay in wait. Waiting for her to acclimatize.
And fuck if It’s not killing me.
Her pussy has my cock in a chokehold.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby… your pussy’s needy, gripping me like I owes it money—” I drop chaste kisses to her lips, eyes, nose, waiting.
She laughs a little, and blinks at me, bleary eyed.
She moves first—small, uncertain, then sure.
Her body relaxes as I start to move in slow, deep thrusts.
Her legs wrap around my waist, forcing me to slide deeper and I moan as she gasps.
My body shakes from holding back. I lower a hand to between her legs, playing her pussy like it’s my favorite guitar.
Drawing out moans and gasps as she bucks and writhes.
“Such a good girl. Look how well you’re taking my cock.
” I crook a finger, and she pushes up on her elbows, looking to where my cock is seated inside her.
My thumb swirls over her clit and her body starts to relax.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and come all over my cock, baby?” I slide my palm down her leg that’s hooked over my shoulder, gently bringing it down and pushing it back up against her. My cock glides in deeper.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
My resolve snaps slightly, and I thrust into her harder. Her head kicks back. I wrap a hand around her throat, focusing on her nerve points, but don’t apply pressure, instead a gentle caress.
Always leave them wanting more…unless she says, FUCKING CHOKE ME. Then I’ll bottom out, push deep, and fuck her hard.
As first times go, I think we’ve made it a pleasurable experience.
My fingers flex and I let go. It's all too much—the heat, the trust, the way she’s looking at me like I’m someone worth a damn.
“Trey…Oh, my God…Trey…please.” Her cries have my restraint slipping with every soft sound that escapes her throat.
“You don’t need to beg me, baby,” I say, voice rough, taking in the sight of her. The way her tits bounce with my thrusts. I suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth, let my teeth nip down, just a little, before easing the pain with my tongue.
“I can’t wait to have my cock between these lips.” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip. She parts her mouth, wrapping her lips around my thumb, and sucking it into her mouth. “Fuck, baby. You want that, don’t you?” I lick a line up her throat, moving faster, harder.
“Yes!” She moans, low, pulling on my hair. Her pussy constricts my cock like a fucking vice. She rises to meet me, her body arching into mine, every sound from her lips pulls me further under.
“I’m gonna cum, Dove.” I say through gritted teeth, feeling my balls start to clench. I move to pull out, but she hooks her heels, and stares deep into my eyes.
“Cum in me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Preacher’s daughter gonna preach…
I push further, almost to the hilt. Then I bite down on her shoulder and she screams as she cums. I follow, lost in her, in us, as I push in as deep as I can.
Her cheeks are flushed, face glowing with some hair stuck to her sweat.
She’s trembling, her pussy pulsing, milking me of every drop.
I kiss her again because I can’t fucking help myself, she’s so fucking beautiful.
“Thank you.” She says, shy and wrecked.
I kinda want to high five her…probably a shit idea.
“Baby,” I ease out of her, noting the blood on my half mast cock and between her thighs.
I brush my thumb across her cheek. “You don’t ever have to thank me.
Not for that.” I scoop her up and carry her into the bathroom.
Steam curls around us as the shower hisses to life, the spray catching the low light.
Warm water hits my back, and I tilt her under it, letting it wash away the evidence of what we just did.
“You’ll always have a choice with me.” I tell her, my voice rough.
“I wish I were more…vanilla for you, baby.”
Her brow creases. “Vanilla?” she asks, still trembling and breathless.
“First time is vanilla. I can’t throw you around like my favorite chew toy and tie you to the headboard.” I turn to look at her.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I ask, voice low, trying to steady the heat coiling in my chest.
“I—I’m a little sore but…that was…”
“Too much?” My gut tightens.
She lets out a soft yawn and shakes her head. “Perfect. I want more.” Her words hit me like a lightning bolt, and something in me stumbles.
Jesus Christ, she says that as her virginity runs down her fucking legs.
“I can tell you that it only gets better from here.”
“Wait. Gets better?” She says eyes wide and looking a little panicked.
“Dove, I’m gonna show you the world…”
Stop talking, Trey, before you make promises you can’t keep. She smiles faintly.
“I-I mean, I’m your wife now. Who else is going to—”
“—match my freak?” I finish for her, and she laughs
“And to think,” I breathe, smiling despite myself. “I stole you from a church. Like reverse Jesus.”
She giggles, drowsy and content. “What’s reverse Jesus? You say the weirdest things, Trey.”
“I’m saying you’re my beautiful miracle,” I murmur. She tilts her head, blinking sleepily, and I can’t help but laugh. Birdlike. Dove really was the right name for her.
“Besides, technically,” she mumbles, “I ran.”
I chuckle, low. “All part of my master plan. Devil in disguise, remember?”
She shakes her head. “No. I know the devil. You’re not him.”
“If we are getting into technicalities… we’re in a fake marriage and I…” I shake my head. “I took your virginity in less than twenty-four hours, baby. Pretty sure I’m not the good guy you think I am.”
She narrows her eyes and shakes her head. “Nope. I begged you,” she says, voice barely above the water’s hiss. She shifts a little, uncomfortably, and winces.
“Maybe I’m not the saint you think I am?”
I can’t help it. I move closer, leaning towards her, while she stands defiantly. The moment stretches.
“Then before we go any further, you should know something.” I hold her gaze, the words rough in my throat.
“I want to ruin you for anyone who might dare come after me,” I admit, eyes locked down on hers.
“I want you to fucking crave me. Because I’m selfish.
Because I want this to be real.” I take her chin between my fingers.
“I’m scared I’m going to hurt you…But it’s too damn late now. I’m all in.” My eyes search hers, looking for any sign of regret. Instead, her eyes shine. Then she smiles. Really smiles. The kind of smile that breaks every defense I’ve ever had.
“All in,” she whispers. She sways toward me, still trembling, and I steady her as she reaches up on her toes. She’s still too small to reach me so I grab her ass, lifting her higher.
“K-kiss me.” She demands. I smile and oblige. I know we’ve passed the point of no return. Our tongues fight for dominance for a while. This kiss feels different. More raw, more meaningful.
I grab the soap and lather it in my hands, running them over her shoulders, down her body, over her breasts, between her legs, gentle, slow.
She doesn’t look away—just watches me. I see the scars on her body, and I can guess what caused them.
Some match my own. Only difference is, mine are buried beneath ink.
I move slower, until she melts into my touch.
“This okay” I ask quietly.
“I-I didn’t know things could be like this…” She says with a half sniffle.
Honestly, neither did I… I wash the suds from her skin. Part of me wants to give in to the heat again, but I don’t.
Tag me in coach.
“Lean back.” I murmur, and she follows my lead, trusting. My hands work through her hair, lathering shampoo carefully, rinsing, and then repeating with conditioner. I brush the long strands back from her face, enjoying the softness, the quiet closeness between us.
“All done,” I say finally, reaching for the warm towels. A smaller one for her hair, a larger one for her shoulders. I wrap one around my waist. “Come on, let’s get you dry and into bed.”
She leans into me as I wrap the towels around her, tucking herself into my chest, quiet and small, as I carry her back to the bed.
I notice the blood on the sheet and quickly remove it, bunching it up and chucking it in a corner.
I dry her hair with the edge of the towel, then lay her down and pull the blanket up around her shoulders.
She looks half asleep already, eyes heavy, lips curved in a tired smile.
“Why are you taking care of me like this?” She says softly, almost disbelieving.
“Because you deserve it.” I say, smoothing the damp hair back from her forehead. She smiles again, that small, perfect curve that wrecks me.
“You deserve it to.”
“Sure—” I begin to laugh, but she puts her index finger on my lips, shushing me.
“Sleep with me?”
Been there done that… I want to tease, but there is a bit of an edge to her. I crack a smile again, nodding against her finger.
I climb in beside her, pulling her against me. She fits there like she was made to—her head tucked under my chin, her breath steadying against my chest.
The noise in my head goes quiet. No chaos. Just her heartbeat, slow against mine.
I press a kiss to the top of her head, eyes closing. “Sleep, baby.” I whisper. Her fingers find mine under the blanket, threading them together.