Chapter Four
Jack:
The taste of her is still on my tongue, sweet and musky and delicious.
The memory of her shuddering orgasm, the way she cried out my name as she gushed on my face, is burned into my brain.
My cock is rock hard, the head already leaking a steady stream of precum.
She’s lying on my desk, her hair spread out like a halo, her dress bunched around her waist, her legs splayed wide.
She looks thoroughly ruined already, and I’ve barely even started.
I can’t believe this beautiful young woman is still a virgin. The thought is both humbling and a huge fucking turn-on. I’m going to be the one to teach her, to show her everything. To be the only man who ever knows this perfect, giving body.
My gaze drifts back to her breasts, to the pale globes with their puffy, pink nipples, still glistening from my mouth. The ache in my chest returns, a deep, primal need. I want more. I want to drown in her.
I lean over her, bracing my elbows on the desk on either side of her, and lower my head to her left breast. I don’t hesitate. I latch on again, my mouth closing over her nipple, and I begin to suck.
The warm, sweet flow of her milk fills my mouth again, and I groan.
It’s a fucking drug, and I’m already addicted.
I suck harder, drawing more of her essence from her, swallowing greedily.
I can feel her body arching beneath me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her hands come up to my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her, urging me on.
She likes this. She likes me drinking from her.
I use my free hand, my big, calloused palm covering her other breast. I squeeze gently, massaging the heavy globe, feeling the milk let down beneath my touch.
A thin trickle of milk escapes her right nipple, running down the side of her breast in a pearly white stream.
I break my suction on her left breast and lap at the trail, tasting her, savoring her.
“Jack,” she whimpers, her hips shifting restlessly beneath me. “Please...”
I ignore her plea for now, returning to my feast. I alternate between her breasts, my mouth hot and insistent, my hands working to help her milk flow faster.
I want to drain her, to take everything she has to give.
I’m obsessed with this, with her. The thought that I’m the only one who has ever tasted her, who has ever known this secret part of her, sends a jolt of possessive satisfaction through me.
As I nurse from her, I can’t resist the urge to grind against her. I position my hips, the hard length of my cock pressing against her slick, sensitive folds. I begin to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, running the underside of my shaft backwards and forwards over her clit.
I’m rewarded with a sharp gasp, her nails digging into my scalp.
Her hips begin to move in response, matching my rhythm, seeking more friction.
I can feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating my cock, making the slide easier, smoother.
The feeling is exquisite. Every pull of my mouth on her nipple is matched by the drag of my cock against her clit, a dual assault on her senses.
I pull back slightly, just enough to look at her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, her expression a mask of pure pleasure. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, lost to sensation. I continue my slow, maddening grind, watching her face, feeling her body tremble beneath me.
“Tell me what you want, princess,” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear.
“You,” she gasps, her eyes fluttering open. “I want you, Jack. Inside me. Please.”
A possessive surge roars through me at her desperate plea. “You want my cock, Maya? You want me to stretch this tight little pussy, to fill you up until you can’t take anymore?”
“Yes,” she sobs, her hips still rocking against me. “God, yes. I want it so much.”
I stay where I am for a moment, hovering over her, my cock still pressed against her dripping entrance. Her blue eyes are dark with desire, her face flushed with need. She’s so beautiful, so innocent, and so eager.
I reach down, positioning the head of my cock at her slick entrance.
The anticipation is agonizing. I can feel the heat of her, the slight tremor in her thighs.
I want to plunge into her, to bury myself to the hilt in one swift, brutal thrust, but I force myself to hold back.
She’s a virgin. This has to be good for her.
I look into her eyes, my gaze intense and unwavering. “I’m going to make you mine, princess,” I say, my voice low and rough. “All mine.”
And then, I push.
I go slowly, savoring the exquisite resistance of her tight, virginal flesh.
The head of my cock breaches her entrance, and I feel a sharp intake of breath from her.
I push a little deeper, her body stretching to accommodate me.
She’s so fucking tight, a hot, slick glove clamping down on me. The feeling is indescribable.
Then I feel it. A thin barrier of tissue, the final proof of her innocence. I pause for a beat, my body coiled with tension. I look down at her, at the apprehension mingled with desire in her eyes.
“This might hurt for a second, princess,” I warn her, my voice gentle. “But I promise, it’ll be worth it.”
Before she can respond, I push through, breaking her hymen with a swift, sharp thrust. A strangled cry escapes her lips, and her body tenses beneath me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.
I stop immediately, my entire being focused on her.
I’m buried inside her, my cock sheathed to the hilt in her incredible heat, and I give her a moment to adjust, to breathe.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth. “I’ve got you. The worst is over. You’re doing so good, Maya. So fucking good taking my cock.”
I stay perfectly still, letting her get used to the feeling of being so completely filled, her tight walls stretched around me.
I can feel her pulse fluttering around my shaft, a frantic, little beat against my own.
I kiss her again, a slow, deep kiss, my tongue stroking hers, a gentle distraction from the ache.
I can feel her body slowly beginning to relax, the tension in her muscles starting to ease.
“Better?” I ask, pulling back slightly to look at her.
She nods, a small, hesitant smile playing on her lips. “Better,” she whispers. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
So I begin to move, pulling out of her slowly, almost completely, before sliding back in, just as slowly.
I set a languid, easy rhythm, a gentle rocking motion designed to build her pleasure, to make her crave more.
I watch her face, gauging her every reaction, my body humming with satisfaction at the way her eyelids flutter, at the soft, breathy moans that escape her lips.
“You feel so good, princess,” I groan, my own pleasure mounting with every slow, deliberate thrust. “So tight, so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”
Her hands move from my shoulders to my back, her nails raking gently over my skin, sending shivers down my spine. She lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, a silent plea for more, and I can feel her inner walls clenching around me, milking my cock.
I give her what she wants. I increase the pace, my thrusts becoming a little harder, a little deeper, my movements still controlled, but with an undercurrent of urgency. I can feel the tension building in her again, her body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring.
“You like that, don’t you, princess?” I growl in her ear. “You like my cock stretching you, filling you up.”
“Yes,” she gasps, her head thrown back, her neck exposed in a graceful arch. “Oh, God, Jack. Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promise, my voice a low, possessive rumble. “I’m never going to stop fucking this sweet little pussy.”
And I mean it. I can’t ever imagine letting her go. She’s mine now. My obsession, my addiction, my everything.
Her moans are getting louder, more desperate, her body writhing beneath me.
The desk is rocking with the force of my thrusts, the legs scraping against the floor.
I can feel my own climax building, a deep, heavy pressure in my balls, but I force it back.
I want to see her come again. I want to feel her fall apart around me before I let myself go.
“I can’t wait to cum inside you, Maya,” I snarl, my thrusts becoming harder, more erratic, my control starting to slip. “I’m going to fill this tight little pussy with my seed, and I’m not going to stop until I’ve put a baby in your belly.”
The filthiest part of me, the most possessive part, comes roaring to the surface. “I’m going to breed you, princess. I’m going to knock you up so good, everyone will know who you belong to. You’re going to be big and round with my child. And you’re going to be mine. All mine. Forever.”
My dirty talk seems to do something to her, to unlock some deep, primal need. Her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open on a silent scream. Her whole body tenses, her back arching, her inner walls clamping down on my cock like a vice.
“Oh, God, Jack!” she cries out, her voice a high-pitched, breathy wail. “Yes! Yes! Breed me! Give me your baby!”
Her orgasm crashes over her, a violent, shattering wave of pleasure. Her pussy convulses around my dick, milking me, pulling me deeper into her tight heat. The feeling of her coming on my cock, the sight of her lost to ecstasy, the sound of her begging for my child, is too much.
The last thread of my control snaps. With a loud roar, I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go.
My cock pulses, and then I’m coming, hard.
Wave after wave of hot, thick cum floods her, filling her to the brim.
It feels like I’m pouring my entire soul into her and making her mine.
I keep thrusting, my movements jerky and uncoordinated as I ride out my climax, my body shuddering with the force of my release.
I collapse on top of her, my body spent, my weight pinning her to the desk. We’re both panting, our bodies slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and milk.
I stay there for a long moment, my forehead resting against hers, my body still joined with hers, my heart is hammering against my ribs. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Never felt this... complete.
Slowly, I push myself up, my arms trembling with the effort. I look down at her, at her flushed, beautiful face, at her swollen lips and her dazed, sated blue eyes. I gently brush a stray strand of hair away from her cheek, my thumb stroking her soft skin.
“I love you, Maya,” I say, my voice rough with emotion.
I’ve never said those words to another woman, and I’ve certainly never meant them.
But I mean them now. I mean them more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life.
“I want a life with you. I want you to be my wife. I want to fill a house with our children. I want everything with you.”
Her eyes, which were already wide, grow even wider. A single tear escapes and traces a path down her temple. She doesn’t look scared or overwhelmed. She looks... happy. A radiant smile spreads across her face.
“I love you too, Jack,” she whispers, her voice filled with a wonder that steals the very last of my breath away. “I think I’ve loved you my whole life.”
And then she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. And as our lips meet, I know that this is it. She’s the only woman for me. And I’m never going to let her go.