Chapter Four
Luke:
I stand over her and look at the woman I’ve been obsessed with for months.
She’s sprawled on my couch, her legs still parted, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath she takes.
She’s flushed from her orgasm, a beautiful pink that makes me want to lick every inch of her skin.
Her dark blonde hair is a mess around her head, and her hazel eyes are wide with anticipation.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And she’s all mine.
I shrug out of my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. My fingers go to the buttons of my shirt, unfastening them one by one. Her eyes are on me, watching me, her breath catching as I reveal the skin beneath. I can see the hunger in her gaze, the want, and it makes my cock throb in response.
I pull off my shirt, tossing it aside, then move to my pants.
My fingers are clumsy, fumbling with the button, but finally, I get them undone.
I slide them down my legs, kicking them off, along with my shoes and socks.
I’m completely naked now, my erection jutting out from my body, hard and ready for her.
Her eyes widen at the sight of me, her lips parting slightly. I can see the apprehension in her gaze, the slight fear mixed with the desire, and it’s a potent combination.
I climb back on top of her, bracing my arms on either side of her head, my body hovering over hers. I can feel the heat radiating from her, can smell the sweet scent of her arousal. My cock is twitching, eager to be inside her, to feel her tight little pussy wrapped around me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my gaze roaming over her face, her body. “So fucking beautiful.”
I lean down, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Her arms come up around my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, so I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers.
My cock is nudging against her entrance now, and I can feel the heat, the wetness. I’m so hard that it hurts, and I have to fight the urge to just plunge into her, to take what I want.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” I ask as I break the kiss, my voice rough.
She nods, her hazel eyes wide and trusting. “Yes,” she whispers. “I want you, Luke.”
With a grunt of satisfaction, I start to push into her, slowly, carefully. The head of my cock breaches her entrance, and the tightness is almost overwhelming. She’s so small, so tight, and I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
She whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. “You’re so big,” she gasps. “I don’t know if I can...”
“You can,” I say, my voice a low growl. “You can take it. You were made for me.”
I push in a little more, and I feel her stretching to accommodate me. It’s a tight, hot squeeze, and it takes everything in me not to shove all the way inside her with one hard, rough thrust.
Then the head of my cock nudges against something, a thin barrier that resists my advance. Her hymen.
I freeze, my eyes widening with the realization. She’s a virgin. She’s never been with anyone before. She’s all mine, completely untouched, and the thought is so overwhelming that I almost lose control entirely.
“Luke?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, my gaze fixed on hers. “Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart,” I say, my voice softer now. “Everything’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I lean down, capturing her lips in a soft, gentle kiss. “I’m your first, aren’t I?” I murmur against her lips.
She nods, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of shyness and pride. “Yes,” she whispers. “You are.”
The possessiveness in me roars to life. I’m her first. And I’m going to be her last. I’m going to be the only man who ever knows her this way, the only man who ever gets to touch her, to taste her, to be inside her.
“I’m going to make it good for you, Emily,” I promise. “But this is probably going to hurt a little at first. Just a little, and then it will feel so good.”
I push through the barrier then, in one swift, decisive movement. She cries out, a sharp, pained sound, and I can feel her body tense beneath me. I stop, letting her adjust, letting the pain subside.
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” I murmur, my lips trailing kisses along her jawline. “Just breathe. It’ll get better. I promise.”
I reach between us, my fingers find her clit again, rubbing gently, trying to distract her from the pain. I can feel her start to relax, her body softening, the tension ebbing away.
“See?” I murmur. “Just focus on this. Focus on how good this feels.”
She’s soon moaning, her hips rocking beneath me, the pain forgotten, replaced by pleasure. I watch, completely mesmerized, as she writhes beneath me, her body responding to my touch.
“Luke,” she gasps. “Please... more.”
I start pushing into her again, slowly, carefully, giving her body time to adjust to my size.
I can feel her stretching around me, her tight little pussy accommodating my length, my thickness.
It’s the most incredible feeling, the most exquisite torture.
She’s squeezing my cock so tight I’m surprised I haven’t filled her with my seed already, but I’m determined to make this last. I want to savor the feeling of being inside her for the first time.
Finally, I’m all the way inside her, my balls resting against her ass. We’re joined, completely and utterly, and the feeling is overwhelming. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never felt this connection, this rightness.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice rough.
She nods, her eyes wide with wonder. “Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m okay.”
I pull back, then push back in, slowly, experimentally. She moans, her hips rocking up to meet mine. I do it again, a little faster this time, and she whimpers, her hands gripping my shoulders.
I pull my hand away from her clit now, bracing my forearms on either side of her head. I start to move then, a slow, steady rhythm, in and out, in and out. She’s so wet, so tight, and the friction is incredible.
“Fuck, Emily,” I groan, my forehead resting against hers. “You feel so good.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I grunt, my hips bucking in response. The pace increases, my movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. I’m losing control; the need to claim her, to knock her up, is driving me wild.
“You’re mine,” I growl, my hips pistoning, my cock driving into her again and again. “All mine.”
“Yes,” she cries out, her nails digging into my back. “I’m yours, Luke. All yours!”
Fuck. I could spend a lifetime with her and I’d still never be able to get enough of hearing those words.
So I start fucking her harder, faster, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the trailer.
I can feel her tighten around me, her pussy clamping down on my cock, and I know she’s close.
“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” I growl against her ear, my hips pistoning into her, the couch creaking in protest. “You like knowing I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy with so much of my cum, it won’t have any choice but to take. To hold onto it. To make a baby with it.”
She whimpers, her body arching beneath me. “Yes,” she cries out, her nails digging into my back. “I want it, Luke. I want you to fill me up.”
I can feel the pressure building, my balls tightening, my cock swelling inside her.
“I’m close, Emily,” I growl, my hips bucking. “I’m going to pump my seed so deep inside you. And I’m going to keep filling you until a part of me is growing inside you. Until I give you the baby you’ve been wanting for so long.”
The words are enough to send her over the edge.
She cries out, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on me, milking me, and that’s all it takes.
I groan, my hips jerking as I spill inside her, rope after rope of my hot cum flooding her, filling her, marking her as mine.
I keep thrusting, pumping every last drop into her until I’m spent, my body collapsing on top of hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
For a few moments, we just lie there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing ragged. I can feel the gentle aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy still pulsing around my softening cock. I’ve never felt anything so right, so perfect in my entire life. This is where I belong. This is home.
I shift my weight, rolling onto my back and pulling her on top of me, but I don’t pull out. I want to stay connected to her, to feel her wrapped around me for as long as possible. I hold her tightly, her head resting on my chest, her dark blonde hair tickling my skin.
I trail my fingers up and down her back, feeling the goosebumps rise in my wake. She’s so soft, so responsive, so perfect for me. I press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion. “Absolutely incredible.”
She snuggles closer. “You’re pretty incredible yourself, Mr. Movie Star,” she says, her voice a little shy, a little teasing.
I chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest. “I’m serious, Emily,” I say, tilting her chin up so she’s looking at me. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Never.”
Her hazel eyes are wide, searching mine. “Really?”
I nod, my gaze intense. “Really. It’s crazy, I know. We’ve barely spent any real time together, but from the moment I saw you, I knew. I knew you were different. Knew you were the one for me.”
Tears well up in her eyes, and I gently brush them away with my thumb. “Hey, none of that,” I say, my voice soft. “These are happy tears, right?”
She nods, a watery smile on her lips. “I’ve... I’ve never felt this way either,” she whispers. “I’ve been dreaming of this, of you, for so long. And now... now it’s real.”
“It’s real,” I confirm, my lips finding hers in a soft, tender kiss. “And I’m never letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to,” she says. “I want to be yours, Luke. Always.”
“Good,” I growl, my possessiveness flaring to life again. “Because you are mine, Emily. All mine. And I’m going to take such good care of you. I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Including all the babies your heart could ever desire.”
Her eyes light up at that, a beautiful, radiant smile spreading across her face. “Really?”
“Really,” I say, my heart swelling with love and pride. “If I get my way, we’re going to have a whole house full of children.”
She’s practically glowing with happiness, and I can’t help but kiss her again, a deep, passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless.
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips.
“I love you too, Emily,” I say, my heart so full it feels like it might burst. “More than I ever thought possible. More than I ever knew I could love someone.”
We lay there for a while longer, just holding each other, basking in the afterglow, the happy silence wrapping around us like a warm blanket. I don’t know what the future holds, what challenges we might face, but I know one thing for sure: as long as I have Emily, I can handle anything.