Chapter 7
BASH
There’s no way I have the strength to say no to her. Anya is beautiful and bright and in her burns a passion that scorches me every time I stare into her eyes. Fuck, this fire in her makes my heart stop. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I think I’m in love with her.
The realization hits me like a rock, bubbles in my chest, and reaches my lips. I want to tell her that. I want to tell her she’s so fucking amazing I can only think of her. The glint in her eyes tells me something different. She’s not interested in feelings right now. She wants something else.
Anya locks the door and reaches out to touch me.
Her small hands land on my chest and she props herself on her toes.
I hug her around the waist to keep her balanced against me, and the way her tits press into my stomach makes my cock go hard in a second.
She licks her lips, and the sight of it sets me on fire.
There’s no way I’m telling her anything now. I need to have her. I need to fucking claim her.
Bending at the waist, I capture her lips and devour her.
It’s not pretty. It’s not supposed to be pretty.
I eat her up, licking at her plump lips, sweeping my tongue over hers until she moans against me.
Her fingers cling to my shirt, tugging it up, so I reach for the hem and throw the shirt off.
Sweet Anya pulls back to give me a once-over, and her eyes glitter even brighter.
“Wow, you’re just...” She chuckles. “Wow.”
“Wait ’til you see what I’m about to do to you.”
Her cheeks go red, but she doesn’t look away.
She holds my gaze, daring me to show her exactly what I mean.
Burying a hand into the blonde strands of her hair, I tug her head back to expose her throat and latch onto the soft skin.
I kiss and nibble and suck until her hips gain a life of their own.
Only after she’s a mewling mess do I fold an arm around her waist and haul her up against my body.
Her tits hit my throat, and I crane my neck to lick at the exposed cleavage, my taste buds exploding with her on my tongue.
Shit, I can’t wait to eat her pussy. I have to do it. Now.
Striding to her bed, I lay her down and climb my kisses to her face, going back to her lips.
“You sure about this?” I ask, my voice straining with the effort I make not to rip her expensive clothes into shreds.
She nods, throwing her head back to expose her throat.
I grip her chin and wait until she looks at me. “Say it, love. You sure about this?”
I don’t fucking know where the endearment came from, but there’s no time to explain it. Anya parts her plump lips, eyes on me. “Yes,” she breathes out. “Yes, I want it. I want you so bad.”
A roar climbs my chest, and I bury my face between her tits.
Cupping the mounds in my hands, I knead on them for all of a second before I have to rip her shirt off.
Shit, I shouldn’t have done this. The ripping sound makes my cock jump in my boxers, and Anya gasps in surprise.
Instead of complaining, she opens a lustful smirk that makes me sure of it.
She’s the woman for me. I’ve been waiting my entire life for her.
Anya unhooks her bra as I make quick work of her pants.
Shit, she’s in a matching pair of panties the color of a blush.
It reminds me all over again of our age difference, my job, and how everything could go wrong...
Then her tits bounce free, and I care for nothing else but her body against mine.
Latching onto one rosy nipple, I suck on it until it’s hard enough to cut glass.
Anya parts her knees, bucking against me, searching for my cock.
“Not fair,” she says, reaching for my waistband. “Get it off.” And she sounds so deliciously drunk it goes straight to my head.
I pop her nipple free and kiss her again. She cups my face as I shove my pants down, then my boxers. Even before they’re completely off she’s moving against my hardness. Her warm cunt grinds against my cock until it leaks pre-come all over her pretty panties.
“Shit,” I breathe against her lips, looking between us to watch her move.
She does the same, then gasps. “You’re so big.”
I chuckle. “You don’t need to compliment me, love. I’m already on my knees for you.” And I drop to the ground to spread her legs open and feast on her covered cunt. Anya bucks off the bed, and I suck on the fabric, teasing her. She rakes her nails up my scalp, and it’s almost too fucking much.
She’s too hot. I don’t think I’ll last long at all.
But then, I have to make it not only good, but perfect for her.
Hooking a thumb on her panties, I pull them off and take one good look at her pussy.
It glistens for me and my mouth waters at the sight of it.
I lick her and her hips jump off the mattress.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I roar. “You hear that, love? You taste so fucking sweet.”
Her reply is a long moan, and I bury my head between her legs, holding her thick thighs apart to eat her up.
Her lower lips are plump, too, and I suck and lick them, avoiding her clit to tease her.
She makes these mewling sounds, moving and begging, and I give her what she needs.
Circling my tongue around her nub, I take her high, higher, then suck hard on her.
Anya comes apart with a sharp cry, her nails scraping up my scalp, her hips bucking off the bed violently.
One down, two to go. And only then can I come apart.
I climb on top of Anya to kiss her face as she comes down from her orgasm. She blinks shiny eyes open at me, then smiles. “You’re really good at this,” she says.
“Anything for you.” And I hook her legs around my waist and flip us. My back hits the mattress, and she lands on top of me, her soaking wet pussy grinding on my cock. I curse, the sight of her swollen clit against me almost too much. “Shit, I could come so easily like this.”
Anya licks the corner of her mouth. Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are bright red, and I love the look of pleasure on her. “Bash, you should know... I don’t have... You know, much experience.”
Shit. She’s a virgin. Of course, she is. She waited for me. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll make it good.”
Gripping her hips, I raise her from my lap to angle my cock with her entrance.
She tightens her muscles, but I reach between us to flick her clit, and her eyes flutter shut.
I let her move by herself at first. Slowly, she sits down on me, her tight walls giving me entrance.
Fuck, she’s so small; my dick is huge next to her.
Anya slides down, inch by inch, circling her hips and catching her breath.
Once she’s seated, I take a good look at her. Fuck, how I wish I could photograph the scene. Keep it forever. The first time I impale her with my cock.
“This feels so good,” she says before she lands her hands on my stomach and starts to bounce on my cock.
I grip her thighs, keeping them parted so I can watch the show. “That’s it, love. Ride me hard.”
“Like this?” And she increases her speed. My cock appears and disappears, and the sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.
“Just like that,” I praise, rubbing circles in her thighs. “You’re doing such a good job.”
“Shit,” she hisses, her brow furrowing. “Shit, this is so good. I think I’m coming again.”
Gripping her wrists, I make her straighten herself. “Play with your tits, love,” I order, and she obeys. Her thumbs circle her hard nipples, and she releases a high-pitched moan. Holding her hips, I keep moving her up and down my shaft, not letting her lose momentum. “That’s it. You’re doing good.”
“Oh, shit,” she cries out, and her entire body locks up with an orgasm. She shakes on top of me, her moves going out of rhythm, her lips falling open with a cascade of moans.
I keep bouncing her so her orgasm will go on for longer.
Anya locks her thighs around me, but I push them apart again.
Her wetness runs down her inner thighs, covering the base of my cock.
Pleasure barrels down my spine, and I grind my teeth together to keep myself on the edge.
Just one more. Just need to make her come once more.
“Don’t stop, love. Reach between your legs and flick your little clit.”
She’s out of breath as she does as I told her, circling her fingers around her nub until she climbs another orgasm.
I watch it, mesmerized, as her brows climb her forehead.
Her body misses the rhythm, so I grip her hips and take over, moving her up and down my cock.
This way, Anya focuses on touching herself.
Goosebumps race down her arms, and curses fall past her lips as she comes a third time.
The second her inner walls clamp around me, I let myself go.
My pleasure bursts from me, spurt after spurt hitting her insides, filling her.
The fact we’re going bareback is a blip in the back of my mind.
I don’t give it a second thought as I force my eyes open to watch her body trembling with the afterglow.
Anya lies on top of me, a sheen veil of sweat covering her full curves. I stroke her back, caress her ass and feel her against me. I soak in the moment and commit it to memory. Then I let myself drift off with the woman of my life in my arms.
She’s perfect. She’s perfect, and she is mine.