Chapter 8 #3
She whimpers, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling across the bed towards me.
It takes everything I have not to come right here and now, just watching her.
Once she reaches me, I wrap one hand around her hair, pulling it into a ponytail with my fist. Her tongue darts out, sliding across each piercing from the bottom to the top before she takes my tip into her mouth.
I’m engulfed in wet heat, her mouth like fucking heaven as her tongue swirls around me.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, she takes the rest of me into her mouth, inch by excruciating inch.
“Relax, Magnolia. I promise I won’t hurt you. Not unless you beg me to,” I thrust deeper, the head of my sensitive cock bumping the back of her throat.
I won’t last if we keep this up. It feels too good, too right. She moans and I feel the vibration all the way through my balls. Yanking her head back, she releases my cock, saliva dribbling down her chin.
“I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, angel. Make-up smudged, tears in your eyes, cheeks flushed from sucking my cock like such a good girl. Turn over and put the perfect ass on display for me.” She obeys. She’s such a natural submissive, barely even having to try.
Gripping my shaft tightly, I spit on my swollen head.
She’s already drenched, dripping down her thighs right now, but a little extra lubrication can’t hurt.
Lining up at her core, I rub the head of my cock in slow circles across her clit.
She grips the sheets tightly with her fingertips, pushing her ass back in to me like her greedy little cunt won’t survive without me.
I slap her ass, a keening moan ripping from her lips as her thigh squeeze together.
“I don’t think you know how badly I want you, Magnolia.
How bad I want to touch and taste every single inch of your body.
You want this? Want me to fuck you until you can’t breathe?
Until there isn’t a single doubt in your mind about who you belong to?
” I ask. When she doesn’t answer me, I spank her round ass again, watching her pale flesh blossom with my handprint.
“I know exactly what you want, angel. Exactly what you need. But are you ready for me to give it to you?”
“Please, Dalton. Plea-” Before she can finish speaking, I slide into her.
Going slow at first, I feel her muscles clench and relax as her breaths come in short pants.
I move in and out slowly, just the tip at first, letting her get used to my size.
Her pussy is choking me, squeezing me like a fucking vice, so I know it must be ten times worse for her.
If the fact that she’s a virgin wasn’t enough to make this a painful experience, my piercings definitely don’t help this time.
“Breathe, Magnolia. You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax and let me in,” I tell her, and I feel her muscles relax slightly. “Take a deep breath.”
As soon as she does, I surge forward, burring myself to the hilt.
A sharp scream escapes her lips, but she buries her face in the mattress to muffle it.
I hold myself still, not moving back but not moving forward yet either.
My hands grip her hips, rubbing slow circles until I see her nod her head so slightly.
I pull back, feeling her tense as each one of my piercings elicits a groan from deep within her chest. She feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, like heaven and hell all wrapped up into one exquisite package.
Picking up my pace, I thrust into her, losing myself in the feeling.
I know I should be worried about hurting her, but I can’t bring myself to stop.
She claws at the sheets, moaning and meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Oh fuck, Dalton. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pants.
I can feel every fucking inch of the tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of being inside.
Ignoring her request, I pull out completely and she groans loudly, obviously unhappy.
She falls flat on her stomach and I smack her ass, a giggle erupting from her lips.
“Get on your back. I wanna watch those perfect tits bounce when I fuck you.” She obeys, so willing to please me. It’s fucking intoxicating.
Rolling onto her back, her legs fall open, her middle finger finding her clit instantly. I want to be upset that she’s getting pleasure from anyone but me, but the sight before me is something I can’t miss. She rubs small circles around the delicate nub, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
“That’s it, angel. Take yourself to the edge,” I tell her, and she complies so willingly.
I line my shaft back at her entrance, just watching her fingers work.
Her chest and neck flush red and I know she’s close.
Ripping her hand away, I pin her wrist to the mattress and slam inside her in one thrust. Instantly, she’s coming on my cock, her orgasm washing over her in waves.
She claws at me with her free hand, her nails slicing into my shoulder as I fuck her deep and hard.
“Look, baby. Watch my cock sliding into you. Look how perfectly we fit together, like we were fucking made for each other, Magnolia,” I say, sliding my hand under her head and forcing her to watch where we’re joined. She whimpers, and I feel my balls draw up tighter.
“Fuck, Dalton. Never stop. God, it feels so good,” she whines, her back arching off the bed as another orgasm bears down on her.
“I’m not stopping until you’re so full of me, my cum is leaking out of you for days, angel,” I tell her, my tongue tracing the tear trailing down her cheek.
I rut into her like a man possessed, like a fucking animal.
I know my fingertips will leave tiny bruises where I’m gripping her, but I can’t bring myself to care.
Her nails rake down my back and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
My cock throbs as I come deep inside her, claiming her as my own.
There’s no way I can ever go back to a fake relationship with this woman.
I want every fucking piece of her. Her orgasm crests and I pull out, watching her pussy pulse as my cum drips from her core.
My fingers trail through the slick mess, painting every inch of her swollen pussy in me.
She may not realize it now, but she will soon.
Magnolia Monroe is mine .