Chapter 8 #2
“You don’t call me Iris again. Ever. I want to hear my real name coming from those pretty, pink lips when you’re coming on my tongue, angel. Understood?” I ask, and she nods, her eyes never leaving mine.
Before she can say another word, my lips find hers, touching, tasting, claiming her.
I lift her into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. My fingertips dig in to the soft flesh of her ass.
Every part of her is so pillowy soft, such a contrast to every one of my sharp edges.
Her hands weave into my hair, holding me so close we’re sharing the same breath.
Her tongue explores my mouth, dancing across mine as her fruity taste explodes on my tongue.
Carrying her towards my bedroom, I kick the door open, never breaking our kiss.
I’m so completely dissolved in this woman.
She’s burrowed under my skin, into my bloodstream like the greatest high I’ve ever felt.
I set her on the edge of my bed, the black sheets making her look like the angel she is.
I let her go just long enough to pull my t-shirt over my head, and her nails rake down my chest. Hissing out my pleasure, my cock presses painfully against my zipper.
She traces her fingertips down my chest, outlining every tattoo within her reach.
Her hands find my belt buckle, but I stop her.
I don’t want her to feel like she has to rush.
No one’s first time is perfect, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“What? Why are you stopping? I want this, Dalton,” she says, her voice breathy and thin. She’s so fucking desperate for me, I can practically taste it on her skin.
“I know you do, angel. I’m not stopping. But I’m not willing to hurt you either. So let me take my time with you, okay?” She nods, and I pull her to her feet, reaching behind her and sliding the zipper down on her dress. It pools at her feet, and I take in the perfect vision in front of me.
Magnolia is all soft curves and pale, smooth skin. I want to devour her. She shrinks a little under my perusal, and I hate it. I never want her feeling like anything less than the incredible creature I see before me now.
“Don’t. You hold your head up high like the fucking queen you are, Magnolia.
You are incredible, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to touch.
And I won’t let anyone make you feel less than, not even you.
I want you to be exactly who you want to be in every part of this life, Magnolia.
But especially when I’m buried inside you.
You tell me what you want, understood?” Hooking a finger under her chin, I make sure she sees the truth in my eyes.
Catching her bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down until she gasps as I push her back on to the bed.
My body hovers over hers, my cock straining painfully, begging to get to her.
Kissing down her neck, I tug down the cups of her lavender colored lace bra, swiping my thumb across her right nipple as I pull the left between my teeth.
Nibbling gently, Magnolia groans, spurring me on.
I release her nipple with a wet pop, gliding my lips down her stomach until my mouth hovers over her core.
I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the scent of her arousal shooting straight to my cock.
“Fuck, angel. You’re already soaked for me,” I tell her, pulling her panties to the side and using my free hand to hold her pretty, pink pussy open wide for me.
Every inch of her is beautiful, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the fact that no man has touched her before me.
The need to claim her, to taint her, to ruin her for any other man is primal.
I slide one finger through her slickness, her tight pussy clenching already, and I’ve barely gotten inside.
“You’re gonna have to relax if you want my cock, angel.
The more you tense up, the more it’s gonna hurt. ”
“So hurt me, Dalton. Make my body ache for you the way my heart already does,” she says, and I’m a goner.
I groan, closing my lips around her delicate clit.
She bucks against my face, but my hand comes down on her pelvis, holding her tightly in place.
I’m gonna feast on this pussy, and there’s nothing she can do to stop me now.
Biting down on the sensitive flesh, a noise between a scream and a moan slips past her lips and I commit it to memory.
I vow to myself to pull that sound from her as often as possible.
She’s already dripping wet, her arousal coating my lips and chin, pooling on the sheets beneath her.
Ridding her of the delicate lace covering her core, I glide the flat of my tongue over her, diving in to her and devouring her like a man starved.
Her nails flex against my scalp, tugging my hair down to the root.
I don’t know if she knows she’s doing it or not, but she’s fucking my face, riding my tongue as I draw every ounce of pleasure I can from her. And I’m not gonna fucking complain.
Focusing all my attention on her clit, I slide one thick finger inside her until I meet resistance.
She’s gonna strangle my cock, but if that’s how I die, then so be it.
I see her brows furrow at the intrusion, and I nip at her clit, offering some distraction.
Adding a second finger, I scissor them back and forth, stretching her tight walls to the point of pain.
She winces and I reach up to toy with her nipple.
Pain morphs into pleasure as she writhes against my touch.
Like a hairpin trigger, she explodes, coming with a silent scream as her pussy clenches my fingers so tightly I’m not sure they’ll ever work right again. Worth it.
“Please, Dalton. Please! I need more. I need to feel all of you,” she begs, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I knew her submission would be the sweetest sin I’ve ever experienced.
“Tell me what you want, Magnolia. Exactly what you want,” I say, sliding back up her body until I’m kissing her again. I know she can taste herself on my tongue and I can already feel my dick leaking precum for her. I’m sure my request is making her uncomfortable, but I love pushing her boundaries.
The room is dark, streaks of light from the window highlighting her beautiful form as she lays, wild curls spread out across my sheets.
Fuck, she is beautiful. Some women, most women I’ve known in this sense, fear the fire.
They fear the intensity that comes with having sex, not just with your body, but with your soul.
Not Magnolia. She simply becomes it, lets the inferno rage all around her as it burns away the person she used to be.
“I want you to strip. I want to feel your skin against mine, Dalton. Please,” she says, kissing me with a softness only Magnolia possesses.
Standing, I obey. Unbuttoning my jeans, I drop them to the floor, kicking out of my boots at the same time.
Taking a deep breath, I suddenly regret not preparing her for the…
surprise she’s going to find behind the fabric of my boxer briefs.
I’ve never had a woman complain, but I’ve also never fucked anyone I truly cared about.
“Listen, Mags. I should probably tell you,” I scratch the back of my head, nervous for once in my life. What if she runs screaming? I mean, it’s not too late to turn back now. But as far as I’m concerned, I already belong to her.
“Tell me what?” She says, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. She slides it down her arms, tossing it onto the chair in the corner and rising to sit on her knees in the center of my bed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Magnolia, completely naked, in my bed.
“I’m pierced,” I say, severely under explaining what’s really going on below my waist.
“What?!” she says eagerly, a huge smile spreading across her face. Her tits bounce slightly as she scoots closer to me, and I groan. One day, very soon, I’ll fuck them, too.
“Like Elijah?” she asks.
Instant boner killer.
“One, how do you even know that? And two, if you could avoid talking about another man’s cock right now, I’d appreciate that,” I say, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers.
“Girls talk, honey. Especially about things like that.” A salacious grin splits her lips, and I want to turn her ass red for even thinking about any other man.
“Well, no. Not like Elijah,” is all the warning I give her before sliding my boxers down my legs.
My cock is rock hard, bobbing against my lower abdomen as the light reflects off of the six barbells running down the length of my shaft.
Jacob’s Ladder, shaft piercing, call it whatever you want.
Either way, it hurt like a bitch. But now, seeing the way Magnolia’s eyes light up as she takes it in, every ounce of pain was worth it.
“And the next time you even mention another man’s cock, you won’t be able to sit down for a fucking week. ”
“No. Fucking. Way.” She bites her bottom lip as I give myself a rough tug, making sure to trail my fingers over each barbell. She groans, and I know she’s imagining exactly what it’ll feel like buried deep inside her.
“You want this?” I ask, pumping my shaft until precum leaks from the tip. She nods, her eyes never leaving my cock. “Then crawl to me. Wrap those perfect lips around me and let me fuck your throat, angel. I want you crying, begging for me to fuck you.”