Chapter 12 #2
My hips piston, using that pretty mouth the way I’ve dreamed about a hundred fucking times. But no dream ever came close to this. No fantasy was this good. Nothing compares to her lips stretched around me, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth as she gags and moans as if she wants it rough.
I realize I should slow down.
I should ease up. Be gentle. This is her first time.
But I can’t.
She’s got me fucking unhinged.
“Shit, Red,” I grind out, muscles flexing. “You feel so fucking good.”
I glance down, and, fuck me, the sight is enough to end me. Her throat works around the head of my cock, her hands gripping my thighs for balance, nails digging in when I go deep. She takes it. All of it. Letting me claim her mouth the same way I’ve dreamed of claiming her pussy.
And yeah, I’ve dreamed of this. Her lips wrapped around me. Her cunt soaking my cock. Her whimpers echoing off my walls. I’ve fucked my fist to that image more nights than I can count.
But this?
This surpasses anything I had imagined.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growl. “So fucking perfect for me.”
She gags slightly when I thrust too deep, and I curse again, panting hard.
“Breathe through your nose,” I tell her, pulling back slightly.
Her mouth relaxes, and I take every damn inch she offers.
She lets me use her as I fuck her mouth deep, and fuck me; she’s a natural. Her cheeks hollow around my cock, eyes locked to mine, begging for more even as tears streak her pretty face.
“Jesus,” I say, fisting her hair tighter. “You like the taste of my cock, pretty girl?”
She moans, and it vibrates through me. Saliva drips down her chin, mixing with the mess already coating her lips, and she nods, eyes glassy and blown wide.
“Fuck,” I rasp, chest heaving. “Show me how much.”
She shifts on her knees and pulls me in further.
No girl has ever made me lose control like this.
She sucks harder and faster. My hips twitch forward on instinct. I groan, letting her know how fucking good it is. How much I want to blow in that mouth and watch her swallow every drop.
“Good fucking girl,” I grunt. “You want me to come for you? That it?”
She nods again.
“Then keep going,” I growl. “Make me come, Red. Make me fucking lose it for you.”
She moans around me, mouth locked tight, suction deepening until I’m fucking undone.
“Fuck…Red.”
The orgasm hits like a freight train. My hips jerk. My head drops back. A strangled sound escapes as I spill down her throat, hot and messy.
She doesn’t flinch. Just keeps swallowing every drop while my cock throbs between her lips. A strangled sound tears from my throat. I’ve never come this hard. Never encountered anything like this before.
I look down at her—face flushed, lips swollen, mouth ruined from where I fucked it. Her eyes flick up.
“My dirty girl,” I murmur, brushing a thumb across her slick chin. “You’re my fucking dirty girl.”
She releases my cock with a wet pop, saliva stretching between us, chest heaving as if she just ran a marathon. And shit, maybe she did.
Perfect. Beautiful. Always so in control. But right now?
She’s mine.
“You enjoy tasting me?”
She nods once, still breathless.
I lift her by the waist until she’s straddling me, her knees pressed against the mattress.
“You’re perfect, Red,” I rasp, eyes locked on hers. “So fucking perfect.”
I roll us fast, hard, taking the top so I can take the weight of her beneath me. My cock settles right against her pussy, and fuck, a shift of my hips would put me inside her. I could take her the way I’ve always imagined.
She crashes her mouth against mine, open and desperate, and wraps those legs around me. Hips grinding up like she’s starving for the friction, as if she’s trying to pull me in, force the inevitable.
“Fuck, you need to stop,” I grit out, pulling back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to hers. “Christ, Red. I’ll fucking slide in if you don’t.”
Her eyes are wild, mouth swollen, breath jagged.
“I want these off,” she growls, yanking at my jeans.
The corner of my mouth curls into a grin as I roll off her, sprawled out on the bed beside her. “I’m not stopping you,” I murmur, voice thick.
She shifts as her fingers tug my jeans down, followed by my boxers.
Her hands are trembling. I can tell how nervous she is.
“Red,” I say. “We can stop if you want.”
She moves closer, climbing over me until her lips are mere inches from mine. “Kiss me.” Her voice wavers, and so do her lips. But beneath that, there’s something firm—something hungry and certain.
I kiss her softly at first—tender and slow, giving her every chance to pull away. But she doesn’t. She deepens the kiss, her mouth becoming firmer and bolder.
“Fuck me,” she breathes against my lips, “and make me yours.”
I groan, tightening my grip on her hips, and suddenly she’s on her back beneath me, her hair splayed across the pillow, eyes wide and shining.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice hoarse. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread. “Red, I swear, if you say no now, I’ll stop. But if you say yes…” My jaw tightens. “I’m not holding back.”
She bites her bottom lip and nods. Fuck, that look… those eyes, the blush creeping down her neck. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Who knew the girl who’s had me twisted in knots for months could tease like this? Could flip me inside out with just one damn nod.
“Have you done this before?” I ask, trying to stay grounded.
She looks away.
I hold her chin and make her look at me. “Don’t lie to me, Red. I need to know. It changes the way I fuck you.”
“No,” she whispers. “I haven’t been with anyone else. I want it to be you.”
That faint whisper of truth unravels something deep inside my chest. Something primal. Possessive. Feral.
She wants me to be her first.
I brush my lips across her jaw, down her throat. “Good,” I growl. “And for the record…” I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. “You’re already mine.”
I reach across and grab a condom from the drawer, rip it open with my teeth, spit the foil to the floor, and roll it over my cock one slow stroke at a time. My hand works up and down the length of me, and I feel her stare burn into every fucking inch.
When I look up, her eyes are on my cock, and, fuck, that makes me harder.
“I’ll take it slow,” I mutter, voice rough with restraint.
Truth is, I’ve never taken it slow. Never needed to. Never wanted to. I fuck to forget, to get off, to wipe the slate clean. It’s always been fast, hard, and dirty—as if it’s a goddamn competition to finish first and walk away without remembering a name.
But this?
This isn’t about getting off. It’s about her, and I’m not going to ruin her first time by treating it like every other fuck.
I shift between her thighs, grip my cock, and guide the tip to her pussy. She tenses a little, but I feel it. Her breath catches. Her thighs tighten.
“Breathe, Red,” I say, my voice softening as I slide the head of my cock through her folds. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Her lashes flutter. Her chest rises and falls with shaky breaths, and fuck, she’s so beautiful in this vulnerable state. Trusting me to be her first.
I press in, slowly and carefully, just the tip, and her warmth wraps around me like a fucking vice. I bite back a groan.
Fuck, it’s tight. Gloriously fucking tight.
My cock throbs as I watch the head push in, swallowed inch by inch by her warm, untouched pussy. I lift my gaze to her face because, as much as I want to get lost in what she feels like wrapped around me, this isn’t about me. It’s about her. About Red.
Her brows are pinched, lips parted, and her breath is shaky.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, voice hoarse from holding back.
She shakes her head. “No… it just feels strange.”
My thumb traces her hip, anchoring us both. “So you want more?”
“Yeah,” she breathes. “But slowly.”
I nod and grip her hips, anchoring myself there as I push in another inch.
Then another. Her pussy squeezes around me, hot and slick, still so damn tight every nerve ending sparks.
Every cell in my body screams at me to thrust, to bury myself to the hilt and fuck her like I always do—rough, fast, no strings, no thought. Simply sensation.
But this isn’t that.
This isn’t some forgettable fuck.
This is Red. My fucking Red.
The girl who kissed me once when we were kids and rewired my whole damn brain. The girl who’s been living rent-free in my head ever since — smiling, laughing, haunting me with everything I never thought I’d want.
I move slowly and deeper until I’m almost fully inside. Her hands grip my arms, nails digging into my skin. I lean in and press my forehead against hers, my chest rising and falling.
“You’re doing so well,” I whisper, barely holding it together. “So fucking good.”
She nods, her eyes glossy and her lips trembling. When I finally bottom out, fully buried inside her, I swear I see stars.
I give her some time.
Not just for her body to adjust, but because if I even think about moving right now, I’ll blow my load like a teenage rookie and embarrass myself. It’s that tight. That perfect. That fucking dangerous.
My arms tremble with restraint. I breathe through my nose, counting backwards, trying not to picture the way her pussy’s gripping me, because if I do, I’m finished.
This will go down faster than my first time, and that disaster barely lasted ten thrusts before I was apologizing and blaming it on excitement.
So, I wait.
I keep my eyes fixed on her face, watching for every flicker of emotion and each flutter of her eyelashes.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
She nods.
I still don’t move. “Words, Red. I need your fucking words.”
Her eyes meet mine.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m okay.”
I move slowly, even though every inch of my cock sliding out of her pussy feels like hell and heaven tangled together. It takes everything in me not to lose control, not to fuck her the way my body is screaming for. I stay focused.