37. Katie
Katie
I’ve still got my legs wrapped around him as he sets me down on the kitchen counter. He takes no time stripping my jacket and top off. His mouth crashes back into mine. Then I’m in his arms again as he carries me down the hall.
“You are going to feel so fucking good,” he growls into my ear.
He drops me onto the bed, and goes for the zipper on my jeans.
“Lift those hips for me, Doll,” he says, eyes dark. I do as I’m told, and he pulls. I wiggle for him to make it easier.
I’m down to my black bra and panties, the fabric clinging to my flushed skin.
He’s towering over me, his dark hair tousled from the night, his mustache and beard framing his jawline.
He kneels on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders filling my vision as he traces a finger along the edge of my bra, teasing.
“You were driving me wild tonight,” he murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly. “You know that, right?”
I nod, and bite my cheek.
Michael smirks and leans down to capture my mouth in a kiss. His tongue slides past my lips, exploring with a confidence that makes my toes curl. As he kisses me, his hands roam, unhooking my bra. He peels it away, exposing my breasts, my nipples already stiff from the cool air and his touch.
“Oh my god,” I moan.
He breaks the kiss.
“I’m barely touching you, and you’re already responding that like?” he smirks. “Tonight is going to be fun.”
His gaze rakes over my chest, and I fight the urge to cover myself. He’s felt them before, but it’s been under my nightgown. He’s never seen them like this.
“Beautiful,” he growls, lowering his head to take one nipple between his lips.
I gasp and arch into him as he sucks gently at first. Then he dives in with more force, his tongue flicking over it while his hand squeezes my other breast. The heat of his mouth pulls a whimper from my throat.
His eyes meet mine. “You like this?”
“Mmm-hmm”.
His hand glides lower, tracing the edge of my panties before cupping my pussy through the thin fabric. A soft cry slips from my lips at the pressure.
“Oh, Doll,” he murmurs. “You are soaked right through.”
I manage a quick nod, heat flooding my cheeks.
“You want me to make you come?”
I hold his gaze and nod again, my pulse racing.
“Yes.”
He doesn’t break eye contact.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my panties. The instant they touch my clit, I sink my teeth into my lower lip to stifle a moan. Michael’s mouth takes mine.
“That’s it, Doll.” He breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear.
His fingers circle, as I arch into his touch, my breath comes in short gasps. Without warning, he removes his hand. My eyes fly open and look at him.
“What the fuck?” I say, kind of pissed.
He clicks his tongue. “Patience, Katie.”
He tugs my panties down and settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart.
“I want to taste you,” he says, his breath hot against my inner thigh.
My breath hitches, my body tensing. Oh, fuck. Michael is the first guy to even touch my pussy, but I can only imagine that his mouth is going to feel a thousand times better than his hand.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He starts slow, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my thigh, inching closer.
When his tongue finally flicks out, tracing the seam of my pussy lips, I jolt, a moan escaping me.
Michael groans in approval. His mustache brushes against my sensitive skin, adding a rough tickle that heightens every sensation.
“That’s it, relax for me,” he urges, his voice muffled as he delves deeper.
He parts my lips with his fingers, exposing my clit, and circles it with the flat of his tongue. My hands fist the sheets, my hips bucking involuntarily.
I was right. This is way better than a fucking hand.
His beard scrapes my thighs as he buries his face deeper, his nose nudging my clit while his tongue thrusts inside me, and my breaths come in pants, my body trembling on the edge.
“This is fucking amazing,” I say, my fingers, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
He hums against me, the vibration pushing me further, his hands gripping my ass to hold me in place as I writhe. He slides a thick finger into me, and I gasp. He pumps it slowly, curling it while his mouth latches onto my clit again.
That’s it. I spasm around his finger, as my body convulses on the bed. Michael doesn’t stop. He licks me through the aftershocks, drawing out every quiver until I’m limp and gasping.
Finally he pulls back. Wiping his mustache with the back of his hand, he looks up at me with a satisfied grin.
“You taste like fucking heaven, Doll.”
“Holy fuck,” I breathe.
He eyes lock onto mine, and he gives me a devilish grin as he stands up from between my thighs.
I watch, heart pounding, as he pulls off his shirt, revealing those fucking abs and tattoos.
His pants drop, and his boxers fall last. I have never seen a cock in my life, and his steals my breath away.
It’s juts out, thick and hard, and veins trace along its entire length.
Heat rushes to my face, nerves twisting inside me, but I can’t tear my eyes from him.
Is that supposed to fit inside me?
He climbs back onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight, and positions himself over me. His hands brace on either side of my head, caging me in gently as he nudges my legs wider with his knee.
He kisses me as the heat of his body presses close. Then I feel it—the head of his cock against my pussy. He starts to push in, and I flinch, a sudden sting ripping through me as I stretch around him. It hurts like a motherfucker.
He pulls back right away, his face creasing with worry. “Katie, are you okay?”
I shift beneath him, breathing shallowly, not wanting to stop now. “Mmm-hmm. Keep going.”
His eyes search mine, so I insist. “I want you to.”
I will not be a little bitch about this.
“You’re sure?” His voice is hesitant.
I nod, but when he eases in a bit more, the pressure turns into a burning ache that makes me cry out, tears stinging my eyes. My body tenses up, fingers digging into his arms. This time, he withdraws completely, his cock slipping away, leaving me feeling hollow and raw.
He looks at me closely, piecing it together. “Have you done this before?”
I bite my lip, tears spilling over now, hot on my cheeks as embarrassment floods me. Dammit.
I shake my head, barely whispering, “No.”
Michael rolls off me, lying on his side to face me. He props his head up with one hand. His other hand reaches out, brushing a curl from my forehead.
“Doll,” he says, his voice full of concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
I shrug, wiping at my eyes, feeling so stupid. “Because I want it to happen. I still do.”
“Doll…nobody’s ever touched you like that before? None of it?”
I shake my head. “But please don’t make a big deal about this.”
“Katie—“
I interrupt him. “I want you Michael. So badly. I have never in my life wanted someone like I want you.”
He moves closer. “Are you sure?”
His thumb traces my cheek.
“Yes,” I breathe. “More than anything.”
“Then we’ll go slow. I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
I nod.
“You look kind of big.”
He chuckles softly.
“It’s what I’ve been told, but I’ll be gentle until you’re ready.”
“Okay.” I pause. “I trust you.”
He leans in to kiss me, his lips claiming mine. I wrap my arms around his back, feeling the lines of his muscles under my palms, pulling him closer. The kiss goes on forever, our tongues sliding together lazily, easing the knot in my chest until my body softens beneath him.
He shifts back on top of me, holding most of his weight on his forearms so he won’t crush me. He kisses me again, nipping at my lower lip as his hand trails down to guide himself back into me.
“Breathe for me,” he murmurs against my mouth. “We’ll take it one inch at a time.”
“Okay,” I say, drawing in a deep breath as he presses forward inch by inch, so carefully, stretching me.
The burn hits me again, making me cry out, my body fluttering in protest, but I clutch his shoulders and gasp, “Keep going. Please.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
He continues, but stops halfway, letting me adjust, his lips brushing my jaw, and then my neck. The strain from holding back is clear on his face. Sweat beads on his forehead as his cock throbs inside me. He hasn’t had sex in two years, and now he’s having to go slow because of me.
I’m such a pussy.
“You’re so tight.”
“Is that good?”
Why don’t I know if that’s fucking good or not?
He laughs. “Very good.”
He rocks his hips in tiny movements, easing deeper with each one, until he’s fully buried. It’s intense, a sharp edge of pain. I whimper, but my hips lift on their own, craving more. He moves a little more, and I close my eyes because the pain is fading. All I feel right now is good.
“Oh my god!”
“No, Doll. Just Michael,” he smirks while moving inside me.
“Jackass,” I say smacking his arm.
He thrusts a little harder.
“Am I still a jackass?”
“Yes, but please don’t stop.”
He grinds against my clit and smiles. I close my eyes again and let out a sound I didn’t know I was capable of making.
“Oh fuck.”
“Look at you,” he groans, voice rough as he sinks in deep again. “Losing it all over my cock and taking it so fucking well.”
I just nod because right now words are hard.
All I can think about is him inside of me.
My pussy grips him tighter, getting slicker, welcoming him as he finds a steady rhythm.
He kisses me once more, capturing my gasps.
He brings his hand up and brushes my hair back, and my legs hook around his waist, drawing him in more.
“It feels so fucking good,” I spit out.
“That right there?” He says through clenched teeth thrusting harder.
“Yes,” I moan, my fingernails digging into is biceps.
“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers against my ear before he drops his mouth to my neck.
I must have some praise kink because my second orgasm follows right after. My pussy clamps down hard on his cock. He thrusts more, riding me through it before he comes, a deep growl rumbling from him as he drives in one last time.
He eases down beside me, gathering me into his arms. I fall into his chest trying to regain the ability to breathe correctly. His hand strokes my hair, lips pressing a kiss to my temple.
“You were perfect,” he whispers. My skin buzzes, and I know that from this point forward I am completely fucking his.