Chapter 17 #2
I laugh softly. My body is tingling all over, and my cock is thickening knowing she’s somewhere close by, naked and vulnerable, perhaps with her hands over her mouth to smother the sound of her breathing.
“When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you. Be a good girl and show yourself, and I promise I’ll be gentle.”
I’m sure she can hear the lie in my voice.
We’re too far gone for gentle.
I look for her behind bushes and around tree trunks. My fingers trail over daisies and azaleas. “There’s no escape, darlin’. Step out where I can see you.”
I hear the snap of a twig, and my head turns fast in that direction. My eyes narrow, but I see nothing in the darkened garden. A little more forcefully, I call, “Elena, you’re not being a good girl.”
My blood is singing with the thrill of the chase. She must be close by, and yet when I take a look down the length of the garden, I catch a glimpse of her about a hundred feet away. How did she get so far ahead of me so quickly?
Then I see her high-heeled shoes discarded on the grass. So that’s how. She doesn’t want to walk to stop those heels from sinking into the soft ground. She wants to run.
I pick up my pace. I thought this was going to be easy, but Elena is making me work for it. By now, her heart must be thundering as hard as mine, hers with fear and adrenaline, and mine with anticipation.
“The longer you make me search for you, the rougher I’m going to be with your body,” I call. “I’ve never fucked a virgin before. Do you think you’ll scream when I make you mine? I hope you will, Elena.”
Something pale ducks behind a tree. I round it, but she’s not there.
Where the fuck did she go?
I glance around. There are bushes nearby. She must have bent double and crouch-walked away. I take three long strides, and spot her, trying to conceal herself among some flowers.
“There you are.”
I loop an arm around Elena’s waist and drag her out until she’s flush against my chest, naked but for her soaked underwear, the tips of her toes just brushing the ground as she struggles against me. I push my other hand into her hair and grip her tight.
“Got you,” I seethe in her ear.
The soles of her feet and her knees are dirty. There are small leaves snagged in her hair. The sight of her like this is so alluring that I breathe hard, inhaling her delicate scent.
Elena goes limp, all the fight going out of her.
Giving up, or playing dead?
I pretend to trust her, loosening my grip and slowly letting her slide down my body until her feet land on the ground. Elena pushes her hair back from her face, seeming subdued, but her eyes are flicking everywhere, hunting for an escape.
I give it to her, half turning away so I can look toward the gate. “We can go home now if you…”
Elena can’t resist the temptation. She pushes away from me and flees.
Laughing, I give chase. There’s no hiding from me now.
I’m much bigger than she is, and I easily keep pace with her as she tries to lose me among the trees.
I take pleasure in her panting breath, glimpses of her tight nipples as she twists and turns down pathways.
I’m so ravenous for her. She must be swollen and wet.
She’ll sheath me like a glove when I finally sink into her.
After just a few minutes, she’s already tiring, and her panting is labored.
I’m barely breathing hard, and I haven’t broken a sweat.
It’s the easiest thing in the world to momentarily double my speed, wrap an arm around her waist, and topple us both onto the soft grass.
I make sure I break our fall so she’s not hurt, and trap her beneath me.
While she struggles beneath me, I tell her, “You tried your hardest, but it was hopeless, darlin’. I was always going to catch you.”
Elena wriggles in my grip, the plush curves of her ass grinding against my cock. “What are you going to do to me?” She whimpers.
I twist her tangled hair up in my fist and grip her hard.
Using my knees, I force hers apart, and I make sure she can feel my hard cock tight against her sex through my pants.
“What am I going to do to you? You made me chase you all over this garden instead of giving yourself to me like a good girl. I told you what I’m going to do to you.
” I thrust against her, making her moan. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“Cullan,” she moans.
“I could have given you silk sheets, rose petals, and a big soft bed for your first time. You chose to run from me wearing those taunting shoes, so now you’re pinned to the ground while your heart pumps in fear.
You wanted me to show you the man I really am.
Are you scared yet? Are you wishing you never stepped into this garden with me? ”
Elena moistens her lips, and shakes her head.
A smile spreads over my lips. “Good girl.” I press a trail of burning kisses up the side of her throat, and she closes her eyes and moans.
“I can feel your pulse racing against my lips. Is that because you want me? Or because you’re scared of me?
” I grip her flimsy underwear in my fist, all that’s left defending her virgin sex from me. “Or is it both? ”
I rip her underwear from her legs and throw them aside.
I stroke the curves of her ass and wet inner lips. “You’re so pretty, darlin’,” I breathe. “I’ve never seen a pussy as pretty as yours, so pink and inviting. Now I’ve caught you, I’m going to be so sweet to you, but you’d better not run and make me chase you again.”
I sit up and unbutton my shirt, pushing Elena’s knees open with my thighs again.
She lays face down on the grass, panting lightly, her cheek turned to one side as she watches me.
“Is this what you want, birthday girl? To be fucked in the dirt by a man twice your age when you should be safe in your bed?”
“Please,” she moans, spreading her fingers out on the grass and then curling them with anticipation.
I smile at her as I shrug out of my shirt. “I’ll make this so good for you, darlin’. I’ll always make it so good for you, and I promise I’m going to fuck you a lot from now on.”
I pull her hips up and push her knees apart. The cold night air is kissing her heated, wet sex. Elena must feel so vulnerable right now, spread open for me.
I unzip my pants and take out my cock. The head is purple with blood. The veins stand out along my rigid length. Gripping myself in my fist, I drag the tip through her plush, pink pussy, getting myself nice and wet.
It’s torture drawing it out like this, but it’s a sweet torture now I have her. I let just the tip of my cock slip inside her, and her tight channel holds me greedily and seems to want to suck me deeper .
My eyes flutter closed for a moment as I savor the sensation. Then I look down at Elena, my shaft throbbing at her entrance. “All these inches to thrust into you, Elena. We’re going to enjoy every single one together.”
I ease forward just a tiny bit, and her wetness beads around my cock. Elena pants softly.
“Sweet little virgins shouldn’t want to be hunted down like prey, but you’re soaking wet on your knees with your ass up for me. You want more?”
“Please, Cullan,” she moans again.
I apply just a small amount of pressure, and I slip an inch deeper, her plush pussy opening for me. Elena moans.
Her core is blazing hot, and I hum my appreciation. “Now that I’ve caught you, I’m going to fuck my sweet little prey. Take a deep breath in for me. That’s right. Good girl. Now let it out slowly.”
As Elena does as she’s told, I push another inch or so deeper, and we both moan.
I must feel huge inside her, but she’s not tensing up or telling me to slow down.
She’s being so brave. She’ll have to be, because there’s a lot more of me to go.
The veins on my cock are standing out thickly.
My balls are aching, begging to empty themselves inside of her.
I squeeze my shaft and take a steadying breath.
It’s taking all of my self-control not to seize her hips and drive myself all the way to the hilt.
I carefully push forward again, and after another half an inch, I meet resistance .
“You feel that barrier, Elena? When I push through that, it’s going to hurt.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Pleasure ripples through me at the trust and submission in her tone. I feel a surge of protectiveness of Elena, who’s giving me something so precious and painful without crying and whimpering. I can be patient. I can make this good for both of us.
I fuck her with slow, shallow strokes, enjoying her squeezing my shaft. I’m taking tiny sips when I want long, greedy swallows, but we’ll get there. I don’t want her scared and tense. I want her focused on me when I bottom out inside of her.
I drag my blunt nails over her hip, catching on the edge of the vitamin patch that she thinks is a contraceptive. Even though it’s not messing with her ability to conceive, I want it gone. I want to be done with the lie. I want to tell her how much I want her pregnant as I fuck my cum into her.
Soon.
One thing at a time.
I reach a hand around her and find her clit with my middle finger, and massage it in circles. I hold myself still inside her and watch as pleasure flickers over her face.
Elena’s eyes close. Her cries rise in pitch. “Cullan. Cullan, please .”
Her inner muscles ripple on my cock. As soon as I feel that her orgasm has its grip on her, I sit up, seize her hips, and thrust sharply into her, almost to the root of my cock, breaking right through her virginity.
Elena cries out and her fingertips dig into the grass.
I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust to the deep stretch in her core. “Does it hurt?”
She takes a few breaths. “I’m okay.”
“Good fucking girl.”
I pull back an inch or so and surge forward again. Elena sucks in a breath, but she doesn’t cry out. She feels incredible. I let my eyes run over her, admiring her lovely black hair spilled over the grass.
“How does it feel to be on your knees for me, Elena? Do you think you can handle more of me?” I pull halfway out and thrust into her again, and breathe, “Oh, yes, you’re handling me so good, darlin’. You’re all mine now.”
Bright red blood is smeared on my shaft, and I bite my lip as I watch myself fuck her. Fuck, that’s pretty. She should see this.
I pull out and turn Elena onto her back. She settles breathlessly beneath me on the grass and pushes her hair out of her face.
“So beautiful,” I murmur appreciatively, caressing my blood-slicked shaft.
She looks at me with interest. “Is that my blood?”
“Every pretty drop. Are you too tender for me, darlin’?”
“I think I’m okay,” she says.
“Let’s find out.” I line myself up and thrust into her again .
Elena cries out sharply and clutches my shoulders. I hold myself still and press kisses to her eyelids, her throat.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me.
I sit up, push her knees wider, and devote myself to working that last inch or so of cock into her tight pussy, pushing slightly deeper with every thrust.
My strokes grow faster. I didn’t realize how good it would feel to fuck my sweet virgin with her pretty red blood.
The scent of her blood and arousal are making me crazy, and the stabbing motions of my cock feel better than any kill.
I groan, nearly losing it at that thought, and I take a deep breath and make myself slow down.
I can only take her virginity once, and I’m going to savor it.
I press my palm flat against her lower belly, right above her pubic bone. Every time I surge into her, I can feel the thick rod of my cock inside her. “I can feel myself in you,” I pant. “I’m so deep inside you.”
I thrust to my limit inside her and press down with my hand. The swell of myself in her tight channel is so vivid I swear I’ll feel it from the outside when I burst inside her.
“I’ve never known anything like this. Give me your hand, darlin’.” She does, and I cup my hand tightly over hers and stroke firmly into her with my cock. I meet her blue eyes. “Do you feel that?”
I thrust again, and she nods. “I can feel you everywhere.”
“God, I can’t take it,” I moan. “I’m going to die from pleasure.” I grip both her hips and push my thumbs into her belly, just hard enough to press against my cock from the outside. “Feeling myself fuck you is the hottest thing I’ve ever known. I can’t… I fucking can’t…”
Elena strokes my face. Her fingertips brush my lips. “Cullan, are you going to come?”
“I’m going to come so fucking hard, darlin’,” I manage through gritted teeth. “You’re so sweet. So tight. Good,” thrust , “fucking,” thrust , “girl.”
Thrust .
My climax breaks over me, and pleasure seizes me. I scoop Elena against my body and press my face into her neck.
“Elena. Elena.” All I can do is say her name over and over and hold her in my arms. I feel her fingers in my hair, caressing me.
Opening my eyes, I’m overcome by her beauty. Her flushed face. Those sparkling blue eyes. I slant my mouth over hers and kiss her. Mine. All mine.
If I pull out, my cum is going to spill out of her, and I don’t want that yet. I need to be even deeper inside of her.
I sit up and lick the pad of my thumb. “I need you to come for me again, darlin’.”
There’s a theory that the female orgasm sucks a man’s seed deeper into her.
I’ve read up on it with interest, and maybe it’s bullshit, but there’s a chance it’s not.
People seem to know very little about women’s reproductive anatomy except that it’s complicated.
Besides, more pleasure has no downside .
It’s not long before she’s gripping my biceps, breathing hard, and squeezing my still hard cock with her pussy.
“That’s right,” I murmur, making fast circles on her clit. “Let me get nice and deep. Suck all my cum up into your womb. That’s where I belong, Elena.”
She surrenders with a sharp cry and an arch of her spine, throwing her head back with pleasure.
As she comes back down to earth, her hair cascading like water across the grass and her face beautifully flushed, I plant a hand by her head and brace myself over her. With my other hand, I feel her hip for the patch that’s stuck to her flesh.
“This contraceptive patch…” I say.
She nods. “I’ve only had it a few weeks, but don’t worry, it’s working by now.”
I meet her eyes. The fact that she believes I’d be upset or angry if she got pregnant means she doesn’t know me nearly well enough yet. “Do you know what I’m fantasizing about, Elena?”
She shakes her head.
“Ripping the patch from your body.”