6. Scarlett
Chapter 6
Scarlett
I nod again.
“And mine. Tell me you’re mine.”
Oh my God. This is Anton, my long-time crush, telling me how much he wants me. "I'm yours."
“Good girl, now lean back on your elbows,” he says, helping me lean back on the kitchen island. His thumb grazes against my clit, sending a jolt of electricity through my center. My eyes lock onto his as he presses and strokes a little harder.
“Can I taste you?” he asks, looking into my eyes.
I nod and it’s only then I realize I’m chewing on my lip.
He lowers until his head is between my thighs. My heart is racing at the thought of where he is. My breathing comes hard and fast.
He stares between my spread legs, rubbing his nose along my panties and inhaling. “Beautiful.”
A half whimper escapes when he drags his tongue along the same place.
He stops for a moment; he has one hand on my thigh as the other strokes over my panties and it is as though he is conflicted or mesmerized.
Or not so conflicted, because I gasp as the tip of his warm tongue licks over the bit of lace covering my pussy, stopping on my clit.
My fingernails scrape across the marble top of his kitchen island.
I moan, and he presses a smile against my sex. My breathing stutters again as his finger hooks around the lace, and again when he pulls it aside, blowing warm air over my clit.
“Oh my God,” I whimper.
“Just Anton, angel. God would never make this feel as good as I’m going to make it feel.” And then he licks along the seam of my pussy. Slowly at first, over and over, humming as he tastes me.
And I’m whimpering with him.
The hand on my thigh moves until his hands are on either side of my slit. His thumbs press against the sides, spreading me wide open to him. “So ripe, so puffy, so mine,” he growls.
And like he knows I’m going to collapse, he stands, and he helps me lower until my forearms anchor me on the island. Dropping to his knees again, he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and kisses the inside of my knee, up my thigh. My legs shake uncontrollably as he gets higher. Just knowing he is going to kiss me intimately in the place I’ve never been kissed before today.
I gasp as he presses his tongue inside of me, sliding in and out.
He’s gone from teasing me to fucking me with his tongue. And I love it. But I don’t think I can stop my climax from building again.
“Anton...”
I can’t speak anymore as he wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me still as he thrusts into me with his tongue. Again and again and I can’t hold it back.
A rumble escapes from his throat as his eyes lock onto mine. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I nod. “I am.”
He smiles and lowers his face again, licking my clit, then sucking it into his mouth as he eases a finger inside me. It’s big and thick, and I groan as he slides it out of me. He adds another finger. I cry out as my body lifts off the island.
“Sorry angel, but we need you to be ready to take my cock,” he says, pulling his fingers out and lapping his hot tongue over my swollen pussy.
“It’s good,” I say.
My moans return. He eases his fingers back inside me, pumping slowly as his tongue sucks at my clit.
My moans are now filled with ecstasy, the building of my climax peaks as I cry out, “It’s so good—Don’t stop!”
He doesn’t.
I cry out as my pussy clamps around his fingers.
“That’s it angel.” he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, tasting me, devouring my orgasm as my stomach contracts with pulse after pulse.
Mere seconds go by before he drags my soaked panties down my legs and pulls me closer. His belt clatters on the tiled floor and he quickly unzips his trousers, pushing them over his thighs.
“I want you,” he whispers. “Do you want me?”
“I want you,” I breathe.
“Spread your legs. I want to see what is mine.”
He holds my thighs as I open my legs further. He stares at my glistening pussy, eyes lingering a little too long, and I try to press my legs together. Not sure why when his tongue and fingers have just been inside me.
“You’re beautiful Scarlett, you’re my angel, aren’t you?”
“If you’re my devil.”
“I’ll always be yours.”
I’m still coming down from my climax when my gaze locks onto his hand, watching as he strokes his thick, veiny cock. It’s larger than I ever expected a cock to be. I’ve seen them in the pornos I’ve watched, but Anton’s hard, throbbing dick makes those men look like they’re not really turned on.
“I’ll be gentle...the first time,” he says ominously. “Luckily, you’re nice and wet.”
He presses the massive head of his cock against my opening and I look down at where our flesh joins. “Will it fit?” I ask, feeling the stretch of my skin.
He smiles as he pulls me across the kitchen marble island to him. My slick body glides across with ease. He kisses me hard on my mouth as he rocks slowly into my pussy, slowly filling me up, inch by inch, gasp by gasp, tongue stroking over tongue.
I should tell him to use a condom and I’m about to open my mouth, but nothing comes out but a whimper as he presses deeper inside of me. He’s taking me bare, and I’m not on birth control. I wanted to get pregnant before today, and if anyone was going to do it, it’s him.
I whimper when he pulls away.
He smiles as he looks at me, making small thrusts into me. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ve got you. I won’t ever hurt you.”
Then he pushes. I feel a pop and my entire body tenses—as does his, along with a groan. He kisses me hard. His tongue presses against my lips and my body relaxes, opening for him. Anton starts to move into me in slow, long thrusts.
“That’s it baby, you’re taking me like you own me,” he groans. My insides flutter at his words.
He thrusts into me a little harder, gripping my hips as he works himself until he is fully inside me, and he stops and smiles when he bottoms out.
“Oh fuck, you are the object of all my darkest, dirtiest fantasies. Tell me I’m yours too.”
“You know you are.” My voice is a whisper.
Anton knew all along. He was the one who consoled me when I was upset at my parents missing my school prom. They were not there to wave me off, because they had an audition to attend for my little sisters.
Anton was the one who took their place. The one who growled at my date, telling him to not lay a finger on me.
I would never let anyone touch me but him.
I couldn’t.
“I’m going to come inside you.” His hands grip my hips tighter as he thrusts harder, working his way in and out of me.
“I might get pregnant,” I whimper.
“I know,” he says. His finger presses against my clit and I spiral again that he wants me to have his baby.
I moan as my stomach rolls over and over, faster than the last time. “Yes, that’s it angel, come on my cock, milk every drop out of me,” he whispers against my lips as he takes me deeper.
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
He slides his hand to where we’re connected, his fingers against my stomach as he circles his thumb over my clit. My body shakes as I cry out at the overwhelming feeling going through me, like my body is in another dimension.
“Fuck me, baby,” Anton says, dragging me on and off his cock as I slide over the slick kitchen counter.
I cry out his name, but it’s drowned out by the sounds of our bodies slapping together. The obscene noise echoes around the room. Anton groans, thrusting into me one last time. This time pressing his cock deep inside of me, holding me close as his cock continues to pulse.
His forehead touches mine as he takes a heavy breath. His hips press against mine with each throb of his cock, shooting his hot liquid into me.
His eyes are closed, but there’s a smile on his face. I move my hands around his neck and his eyes open to look at me.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he says, placing one hand on my ass, the other on my upper back, and lifts me in the air. His cock is still deep inside me.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“I want you underneath me, in my bed,” he says, carrying me up the stairs. “Then I’m going to put more of my seed inside you.”
“You’ll get me pregnant. I’m not on the pill,” I whisper, knowing I should have stopped him.
“I know you’re not. I know everything about you, angel. Have you not realized that yet?”
When we reach his bedroom, he lays me down on his bed. It feels like a cloud. It’s so soft, as are his sheets, and expensive, I expect.
I glance between our bodies, as he drifts in and out of me, to the place we become one. His thick cock is slick. I slide my finger over the wetness and bring it to my mouth, tasting him...tasting me.
“Fuck, Scarlett. You’re perfect,” he says, pressing my legs open wider. “Can you take this? I can stop. I just don’t want to.”
I nod but feel dazed with pleasure, and want more. More of him, more of us. My body is buzzing with need.
He slides into me slowly, his gaze on me, and then he says, “I want to make a baby.”