Chapter Five #2
I’ve no more than stood when he digs his fingers into my hips and tugs me back into place, his cock bobbing against his leg.
“You’re twenty-five years old. Twenty-five.” A deep growl rumbles up through his throat. “You’re my son’s ex-girlfriend, and your parents trust me to watch over you.”
I nod, my nipples hardening as my pussy soaks his lap.
“This is insane.”
I nod again, my mouth dropping open as I stare at him, trying not to grind again.
“And still, you strip your clothes off in front of me, you tease me with my own T-shirt this morning, and now you’re on my lap, grinding that sweet little pussy all over me. How can I fight this?”
I shrug and tip my toes to the ground, attempting to climb off his lap again. “If you don’t want me—”
He holds me more firmly now, his teeth clenched together as he says, “I want you. That’s the problem. I want to fuck that little, virgin pussy like it’s all I was set on Earth to do.”
I bite my lip and try to contain myself, though my clit is now in a state of constant throb, and I’m pretty sure I’ve soaked straight through his jeans.
“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles again, standing us both from the table, his big arm holding me steady as he flips me over and lands me ass up on the kitchen counter like a turkey about to be stuffed. “You’re naughty. You’re a naughty little tease and you need to be punished.”
“Please,” I whimper, trembling a little as I slide against the cold stone counter. I’ve never been this excited in my life, never wanting a man to be more possessive than I want Silas to be, never needing the sharp sting of a spank against my ass like I do right now.
“Tell me why you’re naughty, angel.”
I swallow hard and wiggle my hips. “I’m teasing you.”
“Right.” He smacks his rough hand against my ass, sending a bite of vibrations up my back. “Do you know how hard it is to say no to you?”
“No,” I pant, my pulse raging. “How hard is it, sir?”
“My God.” A moment passes and I’m not sure what he’s doing until I feel the hard prod of his cock against my puffy slit. “This hard. It’s this hard to say no to you.” The head of his cock glides against my seam as he huffs a strangled growl. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Then take me.” I swallow hard and grip the edge of the counter as I speak, desperate for him to slide inside of me. “Stuff your hard cock in my little pussy and fill me up.”
His hard tip slips between my folds and enters the creamy wet space surrounding my hole.
“Fuck,” he huffs, clearly trying to contain himself. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. That filthy, little mouth, this soft, little pussy… you’re asking for it. You want me to blow this little virgin body out, don’t you? You want me to make it hurt.”
Oh damn!
I swallow hard and wiggle my ass back toward him, the weight of his dick edging my little hole as I squirm. “Make it hurt, Silas. I need it. I need your cock.”
What the hell has gotten into me? I know the consequences of what we’re doing.
They’re huge. I shouldn’t go any further.
I should tell him to stop. I should demand he take me off this countertop, set me on the ground, and I should go get dressed for work, but for some reason my thighs part, my hips widen, and I beg him with a whine in my voice to take me.
He flips me onto my back, slides me to the edge of the counter, sets my leg on his shoulder, and stares down at me with the darkened gaze of a man who’s lost control.
“A better man wouldn’t do this.” He settles the head of his cock back into place against my opening and presses forward slightly.
“A better man,” he growls, “would stop.” His erection is thick and hard as his massive frame presses forward, stretching my virgin entrance open.
There’s a glaze set over his face. A haze of desire and passion. A feral look in his eyes that tightens as he sinks his massive cock in further.
“Christ almighty, you’re fucking snug.”
“Ouch!” I say the word without thinking as he stretches me unbelievably wide. “That hurts.”
He pauses, his voice strained as he says, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I swallow hard as I spread my legs wider, “I want the full experience. Teach me, Silas. Teach me!”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, thrusting in shallow pumps.
The sting is a rippling, tearing sort of pain that resonates through my pelvis. I think I might have to take back what I said about not stopping, until all at once, in one hard shove, he fills the space between us, his massive cock now deep inside of me, and the pain turns to pleasure.
His howl fills the room. “You’re strangling me with that pretty, little pussy.”
My heart hammers against my chest as I stare up at him, wondering if this is what it’s like to land on the moon or find a new species of Amazonian wildflower. It’s mind-blowing, numbing, almost unbelievable that he’s inside of me, thrusting, shaking, trembling.
“Fill me up,” I manage, sliding back and forth against the cool stone as he rocks into me with guttural, savage sounds.
“If I fill you up, you’re mine,” he rumbles, thrusting faster. “You want to belong to me, baby girl? You want me to take this tight, little, virgin pussy and lock it up for good?”
I whimper out in agreement as he presses against something deep and unexpected.
“Oh, my baby likes that, doesn’t she?” His tone changes slightly as he slips his hand beneath the T-shirt and pinches my nipples and says, “Are you going to be a good girl and come on my cock?”
His voice is like rough, velvet cocaine, and I want it narrating every move he makes from now until the end of time.
My head is light, and my heart is going wild. I think I’m on the verge of tears.
I can’t take it! It’s too perfect!
The way he grips my hips. The way he sounds. The way his balls slap. The way he grunts and moans. His dominant touch. The way I feel like I belong when I’m with him.
My core tightens, and suddenly, my body responds with catastrophic convulsions.
“Good girl!” His growl is rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “Strangle my cock!”
“Make me yours!” I scream out as my body convulses and squirms against his touch. Every muscle free of control, unable to settle as he grips me tighter and thrusts faster and harder until, all at once, there’s a pause and he releases inside of me.
“Fuck.” His groan is choked and strained, his grip tightening as his eyes squeeze shut and his head falls back. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous.”
The words have barely left his mouth when I hear the heavy slam of a car door in the driveway. The sound cracks through the quiet like a warning shot, like the universe is telling us we’ve made a mistake.
Silas freezes, his expression shifting in an instant as the air between us tightens. Our quiet little hideaway is splintering apart.