Chapter 12 – Nik #2
She tipped her head back when I leaned in to kiss the nape of her neck. Her hands caressed my back in response to my touch, her legs parting for better access.
I tugged down the straps of her sheer lace chemise, exposing the curves of her breasts. While sucking on one, I fondled the other, basking in the sound of her moans. Her hand slid down to the towel around my waist, and with one tug, she yanked it off me.
“Oh, my God—it’s big!” The words escaped her mouth the moment she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
She probably didn’t mean to say that out loud, hence the glint of embarrassment in her eyes when I looked up at her face.
A wind of satisfaction and pride washed over me, and I smirked. “You’ve never had a huge cock, huh?” I teased, my voice as low as hers.
She swallowed hard, her hand stroking my shaft as she stared at me with a mix of awe, fear, and desire. As the silence stretched on, my head tilted slightly to the side, a crazy thought creeping into my mind.
The suspicion in my gaze was clear as crystal, but I watched without a word.
“Actually, I’ve never….” Her voice trailed off, her eyes shifting away from me. “…done this before.”
My brows lifted in shock. What a pleasant surprise!
“You’re kidding,” I said calmly.
She shook her head.
I didn’t know what to make of this revelation, but one thing was certain: Taking her innocence would be a huge win for me. But she had to be on board a hundred percent. As ruthless as I was, I’d never take a woman without her consent.
Before I could make any other move, I had to make sure that we were on the same page.
“We can stop here if you want,” I suggested, even though deep down, I hoped she’d reject it.
And she didn’t disappoint.
She shook her head.
“I’ll be gentle.”
Her chest heaved subtly when I went down and buried my face between her legs. The fact that she hadn’t been touched by anyone before had just changed the game.
It didn’t kill the fire; it only slowed down the pace, and since this was her first time, I had to make it worthwhile. She might not like me as a person, but after tonight, her perception of me would change.
I took her panties off and stared at her beautiful cunt—well-shaven and a bit pink at the clit. My hands held her thighs in place as I drew in a deep breath, savoring the scent of her arousal.
The teasing glimpse of the wetness between her folds sent shivers down my spine, fanning the flame burning within me.
I leaned in, my tongue parting her fold with a single swipe.
“Oh, my God!” she gasped, her legs trembling beneath my grip.
She tasted really good, so I kept eating. She arched her back in response to my touch, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath us. Her moans were muffled at first—suppressed by her embarrassment.
However, the longer I spent between her legs, the more impossible it became to hold back. I drank her juice, sucked her clit, and licked her entrance like a hungry animal.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” she moaned out loud, her hips swaying against my mouth.
I kept eating, flicking my tongue with just the right pace, in the right spot at the right time. The more I ate, the more her legs trembled as she tried to pull herself away from my mouth.
But she didn’t get to do that. Each time she pulled away, I dragged her back by the thighs. She was mumbling something about me killing her softly, but I wouldn’t stop eating.
“Nik, please…” she moaned, struggling to pull away again.
I held her thighs in place.
“It’s so good I think I’m gonna come,” she whimpered, her voice low and shaky.
So soon? Perfect.
I found the right spot and flicked my tongue over it with a steady rhythm, anticipating her release.
“Oh, fuck—what’re you doing to me?” She tugged on the sheets, her voice deep and dripping with urgency. “Yeah, right there. Just like that. Fuck!”
The storm outside drowned the sound of her moans as they grew louder by the minute. She clearly couldn’t hold them back anymore.
I flicked so hard that my tongue almost felt numb. I drooled all over her slippery cunt, my saliva mixing with her nectar. She cried out, arching her back and pressing my head deeper between her legs.
“I’m coming, Nik,” she announced, her voice weakened by sheer pleasure. “I’m coming, I’m coming….”
Her announcement was a signal to take my face off before it was too late. And just before her dam shattered, I lifted my head, watching her unravel in front of me. Her body was shaking, her toes were curled, and her eyes had completely turned white.
Like water from a fountain, she squirted, liquid spraying all over my groin. She arched her back so high while tugging on the sheets beneath her. A moment later, she dropped to the mattress, gasping for breath, sweat glistening on her heaving chest.
I crawled over her, palmed her left breast, and sealed her lips with a soft kiss. She reached down, grabbing my dangling shaft and positioning it outside her cunt. Her body writhed beneath me as she teased herself with the tip of my cock.
“Allow me,” I whispered in her ear, taking the cock from her hand.
She held my gaze, steeled herself, and stiffened her body in anticipation. Her chest was rising and falling, her nipples erect—pink from all that sucking.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, her pussy stretching out, accommodating me.
I pushed gently inside her, feeling the sweet pain of her nails digging into my flesh. She gripped my shoulders, anchoring herself to the bed as I penetrated her tight cunt.
Her eyes widened, a glint of pain flashing in their depths the deeper I drove into her. The mix of my drool and her wetness helped ease some of the pain. Her lips parted in a silent scream, her face contorting in pleasure and agony as she swallowed me slowly.
“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath. “Is it all in?”
I wasn’t even halfway in yet.
This would take a while.
I moved gently, in and out of her pussy. The more I repeated the gesture, the more her body adjusted to my careful thrusts.
In. Out.
In. Out.
With time, the penetration became smooth enough to send jolts of pleasure across her body. Not pain. When I glanced down at my cock, there was blood on my cap, hinting that I’d broken her hymen.
I lifted her leg in the air, caressed her thigh, and kissed her lips while driving into her with gentle strokes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning in my ear the further into her I drove.
My waist ground against hers, and with each thrust, I drew a soft purr from her mouth. She raked her nails down my back, her hips swaying with the same rhythm as mine.
“Harder,” she whispered in my ear.
At first, I wasn’t sure I heard right until she repeated it. “Harder—fuck me harder.”
She looked into my eyes, her teeth grazing her lower lip as if wanting more of me. Sprawled beneath me, she surrendered to my authority, her face a mask of pleasure.
Gradually, I upped my tempo, grinding faster as she requested.
“I don’t even know why I’m letting this happen,” she confessed. “But it feels so good.”
The room pulsed with hurried motion as I pushed deeper and deeper into her. My strokes were relentless, every move driven by something fierce and primal.
“Fuck!” she cried out, bucking her hips for deeper connection. “I hate how much I want you so badly right now.”
“Then tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” she warned me.
She was driving me crazy, and she didn’t even know. The faster I moved, the closer I drew to finishing, but I held it back in and kept going. The sound of her sweet moans was pushing me to my limit. With every second, I felt myself coming apart, close to climax.
I let out a guttural growl, burying myself deeper inside her. The tension snapped in one final, shuddering release as I filled her up with my load. The initial plan was to withdraw before the release, but the feeling was so good that it had glued to her.
Spent and breathless, I collapsed onto the damp sheets beside her, heart pounding in sync with hers. Neither of us said a word to each other, and I couldn’t help feeling a grim satisfaction.
There’s a really good chance that after now, she might hate me for this. And maybe hate herself too for letting a man like me between her legs.
Considering that we came from different worlds, I was definitely the last person on Earth she’d give her innocence to.
However, despite how much hatred she might have for me, she was never going to forget me. Never. I’d claimed her in every sense of the word—she belonged to me now.
She would be angry at me. Yes. But she would also crave more, and I’d be here to give it to her.