Chapter 4 Chris #2
I lower my mouth, and with one long, slow stroke of my tongue, I lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. And the sound she makes—a startled, blissful cry as her hips lift clean off the bed—almost has me coming in my pants.
Using my forearms, I pin her hips down and eat her.
That’s the only way to describe it. I devour her pussy with my mouth, learning what makes her gasp and shake—what makes her snatch the sheets and pull.
I flatten my tongue against her clit, and she mewls. I suck it gently between my lips, and a moan tears from her lips that echoes off my barren walls.
As a test, I slide the tip of my finger inside her, very slowly. She’s so fucking tight, and her walls clench around me like a fist of damp silk.
“Oh my God, Chris. Oh my God—”
She goes off like a tiny little firework, spilling slick arousal all over my lips and onto my tongue. Christ, she tastes incredible. I watch as her eyes clamp shut and her body quivers, knowing she’s going to want this more and more and more.
And I’m going to give it to her.
My cock is in agony, straining against my pants, leaking pre-cum, desperate for what my finger is feeling. The way she’s looking at me now—dazed, glowing, eyes beaming with desire.
No one has ever looked at me like that. And I’m not about to deny myself any longer. Something I never thought I would feel enters my mind.
I want to breed this woman.
It’s what she deserves. What she’s built for. What she’s asking for.
I rise to my knees and tug my belt free. She watches my hands as I undo my pants and push them down, along with my briefs. My cock springs free, thick and flushed, the tip dripping, and her lips part with a soft breath.
She stares at me. At it. My size registers with awe in her expression, followed by a flicker of trepidation.
“Chris,” she says, her voice tinged with concern. “I-I have to tell you something.”
Her eyes are worried as she looks up at me, like whatever she’s about to say might have me running for the hills. If she was anyone else, I’d think she was about to confess that she was an undercover agent.
“It’s okay. You can say it,” I tell her.
Her neck moves as she swallows hard, glistening with a thin layer of perspiration. “I-I’ve never had a boyfriend before…I’m a virgin.”
The words come out like a statement of guilt. Like she’s a sinner and I’m a pastor taking her confession. What she doesn’t realize, is she’s blessing me with her admission.
She’s even more innocent than I thought. “Don’t worry about that, Avery. I’ll take it nice and slow.”
Her lips part, as though she can’t believe what I’m saying. “Wait, that—that doesn’t bother you?”
I stroke my shaft once, coating it with my pre-cum, then settle in between her hot thighs. “Does being the one and only man to sample your untouched pussy bother me? No, baby. It does not.”
Her breath shakes as I press my cock against her soaked pussy. The contact, hot and slippery, makes us both groan. I roll my hips, spreading her folds, causing her to reach out and grasp me by the waist. She cups my face with both hands, staring into my eyes with such trust. Such desire.
I push and feel the confirmation of her innocence. Her tiny hole is like a vault door, doing everything it can to keep me out. But my swollen crown is pulsing with desire, and I will not be denied.
She stirs underneath me as the pain hits her, but I cover her with kisses, whispering, “It will be okay. Just breathe and give me that pussy.”
Her chest heaves, and her eyes close as she takes a deep breath, surrendering herself to me. I feel her final, ultimate barrier give way and push deeper into her tight little cunt.
She’s tight—impossibly tight. Her wet walls grip my cock so hard I bite down on my teeth as a shake runs through my body. She gasps, digging her nails deeper into my shoulders.
I don’t mind. Pain doesn’t bother me. In fact, this pain is a fucking turn-on.
Her head falls back into the pillow. I slow down and let her breathe. Let her get used to the feeling of me filling her up.
“Just breathe,” I tell her. “I’m right here.”
She nods, inhaling and exhaling. I push deeper. One more inch. And then another. She makes a noise—not quite a moan and not quite a gasp of pain but the sound of being overwhelmed as her body struggles to accommodate something bigger and more intense than it had expected.
I reach down between us and thumb her clit gently, watching as her expression softens. The tension releases, and her lips part. Her hips angle up, pulling me deeper, and I sink in. Balls deep. Buried up to the hilt in her cunt, which grips me from root to crown like a soaked fist of white heat.
My vision blurs. I’ve never felt anything like this. Not in thirty-four years.
I hold still. If I move now, I will come. I’ll pour my load into this woman in less than thirty seconds, and that’s not what she deserves. Especially not for her first time.
She deserves it nice and slow, thorough. A man who can hold it together long enough that it’s good for her. And I will be that man, even if it kills me.
Beneath me, her body shifts. Her legs spread wider, and her walls soften then tighten in alternating pulses, like she’s learning the shape of me. Then, after a moment, she moves. First, a test roll of her hips, followed by a sound of pure, surprised pleasure.
“Wow.” Her eyes widen, and she looks at me as she moves again. “Wow, that’s…”
I start to move with her. “Right where I belong, Avery. Right here. Letting you break me down as I fill you up.”
I pump harder. Slow, deep strokes, pulling out almost all the way before driving back home and filling her completely. Her hips lift to meet me, and we find our rhythm like we were made for each other.
The wet, obscene sound of my cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet cunt fills the quiet room. The bed creaks beneath us as my balls clap against her ass. Our breathing twists together. Her fingers dig into my back as my hands scour her body, exploring every inch.
“You brought that coffee over to me just to get this, didn’t you?” I growl. Her arms tighten, causing her breasts to plump together. “You knew you’d break me down.”
“I wanted to know you,” she whispers, the heat from her body making me sweat. “But now…I want more.”
“Good,” I growl. “Take it all.”
I groan into her neck, claiming her body as mine fully. She’s so horny, writhing beneath me, wanting more and more. Being inside her is sublime. I can feel my walls coming down, my wiring short-circuiting.
No strings. No attachments. Nothing that could potentially land you behind bars.
I bury myself inside her and hold, looking down at her gorgeous face. It’s flushed, golden, and devastatingly beautiful, and I do something I never thought I would do.
I let my mantra die.
“Mine,” I growl into her mouth. “You’re mine, Avery.”
Her pussy clenches at my words, so tight I almost break. Her eyes are wet as she whispers, “Yes. Yours.”
I fuck her harder, faster, deeper. My hips drive forward with a force that pushes her up the mattress until I’ve got my hands on the headboard, using it as a brace.
She takes everything I have to give. Every rough thrust, every snarl, every growl of dirty talk that spills out of me. Just as I’ve taken her virginity and revealed the horny girl beneath the innocence, she’s revealed the man I’ve been hiding for eleven years.
“Come for me,” I tell her. “I want to feel you coming on my cock, Avery.”
She nods, and within seconds, she goes off.
Her back arches, and she locks down around me in clenching, milking waves, letting out a moan that twists into a scream. Her orgasm grips my cock with rhythmic pulses, squeezing tightly and flooding me with sensations I can’t withstand.
I bury myself to the root and join her.
My climax tears through me, starting at the base of my spine and causing my whole body to go rigid. Every muscle clenches. I spill inside her with thick, pulsing ropes, emptying my balls with everything I have to give.
My hips drive forward as I spasm with hard, involuntary thrusts that pin her to the mattress. My eyes clench shut as I say her name over and over like a prayer.
“Avery, Avery, Avery...”
“Chris,” she moans back as we twist together in mutual ecstasy.
Mine…mine…mine…
Finally, my orgasm starts to fade, and I collapse on top of her, both of us shaking and soaked with sweat. Her arms are locked around my neck, and her breathing is ragged.
But her heart pounds against my chest—or maybe that’s mine. There’s no telling where I end and she begins.
I am broken. Beautifully broken.
And it’s all because of her.
She passes out against my chest the way someone does when they feel safe. One moment she tracing the lines of my collarbone with a finger, and the next she’s tucked up against me, breathing deeply and calmly.
Right where she belongs.
I don’t sleep. I can’t.
On Monday, I’m supposed to take the bank with Danny and Marco for three million bucks. I’ll need to be cool, sharp, and detached. Everything I am not right now.
I’ve never done a job with a weakness. A pressure point.
But now I have one: the gorgeous woman sleeping beside me, her hair spread across my skin and her hand resting on my heart.
She didn’t know what she was getting herself into with me. And now, if I do the job, I’ll be putting her in harm’s way.
But if I don’t, I’ll be letting down the boys. My crew. Guys who have trusted me for years.
I ignored my mantra, and now I’m in deep.