Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
WREN
Sire cups my face, holding my gaze. Heaven or hell, I don’t know what to call the light in his eyes, but I’m drawn to it.
Slowly, he kisses my lips. Tender. Tasting. Tempting. And I whimper for more.
So, he does it again. Faster. Wetter. Hotter. His tongue teasing the seam of my lips, and I let him teach me.
I part my lips open for him, and he groans. His breath falls heavy, his tongue exploring mine, and I get dizzy. I don’t want lucidity; I want his lush lips. I want everything they’re making me feel, from my racing heart to the wet rush between my thighs.
He tilts his head more, his hands weaving into my hair. When he gets fistfuls, he groans even deeper, his tongue more demanding, and I answer his mouth with a moan.
“Fuck, Angel,” he huffs into our kiss. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Am I doing it right?”
“Do you want me to kiss you more?”
“Please.”
“Then we’re doing it right.”
He kisses me until my world is spinning and my lips are swollen. My flesh is on fire. My panties are soaked. My empty cunt pulses. Desire keeps making my belly flip and flutter.
Good God, and it’s only his kiss.
Imagining what even more will feel like with him makes me hungry. I moan into his mouth, my hand skimming his silky, hard pec, over his hidden scars, to his hard nipple.
Instinct tells me to pinch it gently, and he grunts, nipping my bottom lip before he pulls back like we have to stop. Like we have to be chaste, or else.
Maybe I’m too aroused. The way he looks is too tempting. The way I need him, too strong.
I’m supposed to slice my words up into sweet, passive, bite-sized pieces for any male ego to consume but fuck that. Nannie called that the patriarchy, and my desire agrees.
“More, Sire. Now,” I demand. “Breed me. I want you to.”
“Fuck, Wren.” His grip in my hair tightens to the point of sweet pain. “Don’t tempt me. You have no idea the dirty, perverted, fucking fantasies I have about you.”
“So make them real with me.”
He searches my eyes, and I watch his do that flip. From a man of God to a mafia king. From a pastor to a predator. From holding back, to oh-fuck-here-he-comes.
He smirks, evil and electric. “You want something dirty, little angel?”
Pleasure jolts through me. “Yes.”
“You said you’ve watched porn. Are you ready for a real show?”
“Very ready.”
“Lie back and unbutton your shirt for me,” he demands. “You’re going to be my private porn.”
I lie across the bed as he throws the pillows on the floor. I can’t find my breath, staring at the sight of him shirtless and kneeling between my spread legs. All his ink and muscles. His whole body is huge. But it’s what’s hard and thick between his legs that rips my breath away.
“Oh my God,” I sigh as he reaches in, adjusting himself under his light grey sweatpants.
The pants are so thin, I can see the outline of his swollen tip.
He lifts his penis from pressed hard and long against his leg, to jutting, straight out, and so far that it pulls the elastic band inches away from his shredded waist.
“You like that, Angel?” He taunts, staring down at me, “You like seeing how fucking hard I get for you?”
“Yes,” I pant. “You’re huge.”
He smirks. “How would you know, little virgin?”
“You have a huge, porn dick; that’s how I know.”
“Have you ever touched a real one?”
“I’ve never even seen a real one.”
I guess that turns him on. His eyelids drop with lust, his hand giving one stroke to his covered erection.
“Show me,” he demands. “Unbutton my shirt that you wear around our home and fucking tease me in. Show me what the sight of my hard dick does to your little nipples.”
I release one button, then another, until all are undone, before I sweep the white, starchy cotton away, revealing my naked breasts and white cotton panties.
“Fuck, Wren,” he groans as a dark spot appears at the tip of his dick under his light grey pants. “Fuck, Angel. Show me what you did, thinking about me in this bed.”
“I did this.” I circle my nipples until they’re hard. Until they’re ready for me to pinch, and I do. But I’ve never done this with someone watching me, with Sire watching me, and it’s so intense, a slick flood soaks my panties.
“That’s it,” he urges. “Keep playing with your nipples. Fuck, you have perfect, little tits.”
“Shouldn’t they be bigger?”
“No, they should be in my mouth, and they will be one day soon.”
“Are you…” I pant, lightly tugging at my excited nipples for him. “Are you going to touch me? Please?”
“No, Angel. Not today. If I touch you, I’ll fuck you. I held you all night, and fucking died kissing you just now; I don’t have much control left. Just show me what’s going to be mine.”
He licks his lips, another spot blooming in his pants. “Take your panties off for me, Angel.”
I comply, tugging them down to my thighs. “Should I shave next time?”
Almost all the women I’ve seen in porn are hairless, and I’ve groomed like them, but I don’t have the money or the will to get a full wax.
I guess I don’t need to because he stares at my exposed pussy, his breath deepening as another dark, wet spot soaks his pants. He hisses, “That’s my fucking pussy. Do whatever makes you feel beautiful because you are. Goddamn, Wren.”
He yanks my panties off, pressing them to his nose. “Fuck, your pussy smells sweet, so wet and ready.” He glares down at me. “Spread your legs open again. That’s it. Show me that tight little pink hole I get to open and fill.”
This time, I reach down and spread my lips for him, too. “I do this, thinking of you.” With my fingertip, I circle my glistening clit. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. I came so hard, thinking about you.”
His stare is locked on my pussy. “Any women?”
“No. Only you.”
“Show me what you did the first night here, why I heard you coming so hard. It made me jerk off for you all over again.”
“I did this.” I start flicking my clit, my gaze devouring his gorgeous body. “I imagined my finger was your finger. Your tongue. Your gorgeous, huge dick. I imagined us doing so many dirty things together.”
From his eyes, craving my pussy, to his parted lips, thirsty for my show, to his abs, subtly flexing, making his hips slightly thrust. His dick is huge, hungry, hidden, and dripping…
My Lord, his name is fitting.
He is a sire.
The ultimate male specimen, made to breed a woman like me.
But he’s not touching himself. His hands are balled tight by his side, one fist clenching my wet panties.
It’s like, if he touches himself or me, he’ll lose control, and I’m loving this about him. How I know he can be brutal. I can only imagine how many men he’s killed, but he won’t hurt me. He won’t touch me. He won’t even fuck me until … I’m his wife.
That’s what he said, so I brace my feet against the mattress and rub my clit while I lift my hips, opening and thrusting, showing him how ready I am for him. “Pastor Rutledge, please. I really need you to fuck this wet pussy.”
“Fuck, when you say that, Wren,” he grunts, looking tortured. “Fuck, Angel, you’re so swollen and pink and opening for me. Goddamn, your virgin pussy looks pretty.”
It always felt like a burden or a barrier, my virginity. But it never felt beautiful. Not until now. Not until I see myself through Sire’s gaze. He’s so aroused that more dark spots saturate his sweatpants.
“Pastor, is that your cum?” I ask.
“Pre-cum, little angel.” His voice sounds so gruff, his breath getting heavier. “And if you keep touching your pretty pussy for me, you’ll make me come for you. And you’re going to watch my dick do it while you come for me, too.”
“I’m getting close.” I strum my finger faster over my tinging clit. Letting him watch me touch myself has that luscious sensation growing even deeper and tightening my core. “So close,” I pant.
“What was your dirty fantasy?” He demands, “Tell me what we were doing together that made you come.”
If I weren’t so aroused and on the edge of an orgasm, I’d suddenly find a filter. I’d be too shy to confess, “I imagined you, fucking me hard and deep, while we sucked another man’s cock together.”
“Fuuccckk, Wren.” He throws his head back. His thigh starts shaking. “Angel, you’re too innocent for that.”
“No, I’m not. I want every sweet first with you, then every dirty thing together. I want you and your brothers to initiate me. I want to be your wife. I want everything, Sire, as long as it’s with you.”
“Show me.” He glares down at me, his hips thrusting faster, like he’s fucking me, not thin air. “Show me how you made that pussy come, imagining me fucking you, and sucking a cock for you. Do it. Come with your fingers inside your tight cunt.”
“I… I…” I rub my clit, my thighs trembling. “I’ve never fingered myself.”
“What?” he pants.
“No fingers. No tampons. Nothing’s ever been inside me.” I’m right on my edge, telling him everything, showing him everything, playing with my clit for him while I spread my legs as wide as I can so he can see. “You, Sire. You’ll be the first inside me.”
“Fuck, Wren! Fuck!!” He doesn’t touch himself, letting his thighs shake so hard, his hips pumping, his thick cock pulsing, before a creamy spurt of his cum shoots right through the thin cotton of his soaked pants.
He watches it paint my mound before another creamy spurt escapes, while he grunts, staring at me.
With a silent scream, I come in front of him, too. At the sight of him coming on me. The promise of him coming inside me. The convulsions are so strong, my legs violently shake, so I snap them closed with a groan, my eyes rolling back.
“No, Angel,” he growls, “eyes on me while I eat your ripe pussy. I need a fucking bite.”
“What?” I babble. I don’t understand. Before I have a chance to get my bearings, his face is between my legs, his big hands pinning my trembling thighs open.
“Look at me,” he demands. “Watch your pastor while I suck your virgin clit and make your sweet cum drip down my chin.”
He does it so perfectly, powerfully. I’ve never felt this before, a mouth on my pussy, a tongue on my clit, his whiskers tickling my tender lips.
The hungry groans he emits as he sucks my tender nub for the first time make me thrash with another orgasm. It hits me so fast and hard, this time my scream shatters the room. “Oh God, Sire!”
“Yes, Angel. I’m your God. Do it again. Make your pussy come for your Lord.”
“Please.” I grab the sheets. “Please, Sire, I need you inside me. It hurts; I need you so bad.”
“Not yet. Watch me.” I lift on my elbows. In a euphoric daze, I marvel as he laves his tongue over my engorged clit, as he makes my thighs shake again. “You’re so wet and ready for me,” he praises. “So fucking ready to breed. Want to see what it will feel like?”
“What what will fe—”
I don’t get a chance to finish.
Gently, his tongue licks at my opening, softly penetrating my cunt, and I collapse on the bed, falling into a need I’ve never known. “Please, Sire,” my back bows with my beg.
“Quit fisting the sheets and fist my hair, Wren. Come on.” He guides my hand. “Grab my head and smear your pussy all over my face. Be my dirty little angel and do it until you’re pouring your virgin cum into my mouth.”
“Oh my God,” I groan. I obey. I clench a fistful of his silky hair between my legs and shamelessly thrust my hips, trying to get his tongue to fuck me.
It’s barely inside, but it’s enough to make me buck while his nose rubs my desperate clit, too.
It’s enough to make me come so hard, I see stars.
I see heaven, and we’re fucking forever in it.
I don’t know what I moan, say, or do. Time ceases. Pleasure explodes. Light takes my vision until Sire’s mouth is on mine.
He’s kissing me and glossing his tongue over mine. He’s making me taste my first real cum. It’s tangy, tart, and sweet how he made me do it, and I moan into his mouth.
I wrap my legs around him, my arms, too. I make him groan and sink his body weight, most of it, on top of me until I can feel his sticky, semen-soaked pants against my flesh.
He sighs over our lips. “We’re in trouble, Wren.”
“Why?” I pant, gazing up at him.
“Because I need to marry you, Angel, real damn fast.”