4. Slate
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SLATE
Ivy is wild and wonderful.
Like a perfectly tuned engine that runs on high-octane fuel, pure fire and rebellion. Her body is built for speed and a man who knows how to handle her. She knows what she wants, and she’s got me riding close to the edge. And I don’t care if I end up going over.
She knows damn well that her old man would kill me if he caught us together, but that isn’t stopping her. I may have lit the spark between us, but she poured gasoline on the fire, almost challenging me when we were back there inside the diner. I was fighting to hold out until after we ate. I really wanted to show her I was interested in her by taking her on an actual date. And now here I am, out back, with my hands up her shirt, cupping the most perfect breasts in existence, while my cock swells thicker and thicker by the second.
The scent of dirt and old food hangs in the air, but all I can smell is Ivy. Her scent overwhelms me, making me woozy like a drug. It’s delicious and sensual, like vanilla hiding under the slight hint of engine grease. Which makes sense, considering what she does for a living. We both have that scent on us. She may not be from the depths and depravity of my world, but she’s in its orbit.
Her hands squeeze my shoulders, like she’s testing the hard swells of my muscles. I scour her body, feeling every one of her soft inches. She’s so goddamn sexy. I honestly don’t know how her plump tits and womanly hips fit on her tiny little frame. It’s like she was built for sex, and all I can think about is how many different positions I want to fuck her in.
I want her to ride me while I grab her by the ass and suck her nipples while she moans my name. I want to manhandle her from behind, grab her by the hips and wrap her hair around my fist for better leverage so I can fuck her harder and deeper.
I bet she looks like a goddess with her ass slapping back against my thighs while she takes my inches.
I want to drown in her pussy juice as I drag my tongue up her slit, tasting her sweetness before applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit to bring her to climax. Christ, what could be better than hearing her moan with pleasure as her hips buck wildly against my cheeks and lips?
She’s so warm as I press her up against the brick wall and pop the button on her jeans. She gasps into my mouth as I pull them down over her hips. It takes two hands. Her buxom hips just do not want to let go.
Blood rushes to my cock, pumping it thicker. I’m losing control. Her lips against mine have me gasping for breath. Thank God I have her goddess-esque body to hang on to or I might fall right on my ass.
I’ve never met a woman so perfect in my life. She’s flawlessly put together, like an engine built by the best craftsman alive. I’m absolutely losing it and waste no more time yanking her pants down past her knees, exposing the soft, milky skin of her pale thighs.
I can already feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock and soaking my boxers. My hard-on is aching to be let out, and I’m dying to be inside her. Under different circumstances, I might be able to take things slowly. Worship her like she deserves. Spend time pleasing her pussy with my mouth.
But right now, I’m too goddamn horny.
Right now, I need to pop that little cherry of hers and make her mine.
She’s kissing me back, but I can feel her body trembling at the same time. She may want this, but she’s nervous too. And I can’t blame her. If she only knew what I had in store for her, she’d run for the hills.
I drag my eyes down her body to the delta between her legs, the pair of cherry-red lace panties covering her pussy mound from me. Ivy opens her mouth like she’s going to speak but swallows her voice as I pull the lace aside and reveal a tiny, pink, perfectly waxed slit.
“I thought you were a virgin,” I growl, an angry jealousy instantly sinking its sharp fingers into my chest.
Ivy’s beautiful eyes go wide. “I–I am,” she stammers.
“But you wax your pussy?” I demand, fixing my eyes on hers, searching for any hint of deception. “Who are you waxing it for?”
“No one…” Her voice is low, timid. She’s trembling even more now. She looks like a scared little rabbit ready to dart away into the night.
“ Who , Ivy!?” I snap.
“No one!” she blurts back, slapping a palm against my chest. It doesn’t hurt of course, or even cause me to step back. If anything, it turns me on even more. What a fiery little thing she is. “I just like to do it, okay? It feels…cleaner…”
She really has no idea what she’s doing to me. How utterly obsessed with her I already am. She doesn’t know that I would break the fingers of every man on the planet if it meant keeping their hands off her.
Her response makes sense.
The question is, do I believe her?
Her eyes are quivering. I’m losing control, and it’s upsetting her. That’s not okay. I bite the inside of my cheek to bring me back down to earth. She looks away from me, and it’s like a gulf of loss forms inside of me. I quickly reach out and lift her chin, forcing her to face me.
“I believe you, Ivy,” I say, keeping my voice warm so I don’t scare her. “I’m sorry, I just got a little jealous at the thought of you with another man.”
Her chest rises as she takes a deep breath. Her eyes soften as she begins to relax. “It’s okay.” She nods. “Just know, Slate. I’m not a liar. So don’t ever accuse me of lying again. Okay?”
“Never, gorgeous,” I reply, my cock pulsing with desperate desire. Not only is Ivy beautiful, but she’s assertive. Not afraid to stand up for herself. Which is good if she’s going to live in my world. “Now unbutton my jeans. I’m gonna fuck you.”
Her eyes widen, but she does as she’s told and reaches down with both hands, popping each button slowly and deliberately. The last one doesn’t need any help. It pops on its own from the pressure of my cock pushing out.
“Now take it out,” I tell her. She hesitates. I can practically taste the innocence in the air as she looks down, so timid and sweet. I can’t keep my eyes off her lips as she reaches into my boxers.
When her soft fingers close around my cock, it’s like a jolt to my system. I gasp, lean forward, and brace myself against the wall.
“Oh my God…” I hear her mutter as she pulls all my inches into the cool night air. I look down and see my pre-cum already pooling in her palm as she examines my length and girth. It’s not hard to tell this is truly her first time.
I tilt my head down and take a deep breath. Before it was just her scent, but now there’s more. Now I can smell the hypnotic allure of her virgin pussy, just begging to be fucked. Split open and stretched around my aching thickness.
“Normally, I’d take things slow with you, baby,” I whisper, teasing her soaking slit with my fingers, causing her to softly moan. “But I can’t resist, gorgeous. Not now. I have to have you.”
Her breath comes in broken spurts, her voice stuttering. “S–so take me, S–Slate.”
Music to my goddamn ears.
Gripping my cock at the base, I press the tip into her dripping slit, spreading her just enough that she gasps and throws her arms around my neck. The scent of her pussy fills my lungs, and her juices coat my crown, signaling her desire for me. She’s just begging to be filled up.
Grabbing the firm flesh of her hip, I pull her closer, lifting her leg up to my waist. She nearly falls, but I hold her as she giggles and grinds against me. Then I rub the tip of my cock back and forth over her little swollen clit, teasing a horny little mewl from her lips.
“You want it, baby?” I growl, brushing my lips across the skin of her neck. She nods. But that’s not enough for me. “I said, you want it?”
“Yes!” she cries out, eagerly pressing into me. A hungry smile twists across my lips as my appetite for her overtakes me.
Damn right you do.
Her entrance opens for me as I press deeper. She gasps again, and I bring my eyes to hers. I want to watch as I claim her.
She’s already tense but stiffens more as I press my hips forward and force the tip of my cock into her soaked channel. She moans, and a feeling of conquest takes me over. Ivy is about to be mine and mine only.
Her pussy is so tight and so warm as I give her more of my cock. I feel resistance, and any doubt I may have had in my mind about her innocence is instantly wiped away. Her little cherry is the only thing holding me back, and I’m about to break through.
“Take a breath,” I warn her, squeezing the sensual flesh of her ass. “This may hurt a little.”
Before she can react, I thrust deep and hard. She lets out a gasp and clutches me tighter as I spear through her hymen and stretch her little pussy around my cock.
Not a virgin anymore.
“You’re mine now,” I whisper in her ear as her body quivers. I look down at the sight of my cock buried inside her, stretching her gleaming pink lips around my shaft. The thick vein running down it is pulsing with my heartbeat, strong and steady. My balls are tight, filled with cum I can’t wait to shoot inside her. “Goddamn, you feel fucking amazing, baby.”
I tilt my hips back and begin thrusting in and out, trying to hold back and stop myself from fucking her like a wild dog. But it’s a futile attempt. The more she gasps, the faster I fuck. The more of her juices spill down my cock and drip from my balls, the more control I lose.
“You’re a dirty girl,” I growl, closing my lips around her earlobe. “Letting a biker guy like me take your v-card in a dirty place like this.”
I feel her lips twist into a smile against my cheek. “Yeah. And you love it.”
“Fuckin’ A,” I snarl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling hard. I’ve never felt this kind of fierce, raw lust before. And no woman has ever had this kind of hold on me, that’s for damn sure.
There’s just something about Ivy. Something I can’t explain that makes me want to risk everything for her. That makes me want to put my babies in her and steal her away from the world so she can be my wife.
I yank her shirt up, exposing her perky teenage tits. She sighs my name as I wrap my lips around her nipple. “Slate…”
Everything she does drives me crazier. Hornier. I’m already fighting not to blow my load. She feels like fucking heaven. It’s like her pussy was designed especially for me. And even if it wasn’t, I’m stretching her now to be my perfect fit.
“Your dad would kill you if he knew you were out here,” I whisper. “Wouldn’t he?”
I hear it in the tone of her voice that she wants to laugh, but she can’t. Not while I’m pounding her like a jackhammer. “Y–yes…” She manages to stammer.
“You’re naughtier than you look, Ivy Calloway.”
I feel her pussy tightening. There’s an intake of breath with a slight tremor as she replies, “Just for you, Slate.”
“Christ, you’re perfect.” I shouldn’t be confessing my feelings so early, but I can’t help myself. I’m completely lost in her perfection. And as I rut deeper, burying my cock up to the hilt, I feel her pussy start to clamp down, signaling the arrival of her orgasm. “Gonna come for me, baby?”
She nods, hanging on to me for dear life. “I’m close.”
“I know. I can feel it.”
Her hips buck back against me. She’s grinding on my shaft so I hit just the right place inside her. It’s only her first time, and this girl isn’t afraid to show me what she wants. “I want you to come in me.”
Her words jolt me. I pull back and look into her eyes, which are blazing with adorable intensity.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask. Ivy shakes her head.
“Jesus…” I look away but only for a second. “You know what that means?”
She nods, not an ounce of doubt on her face. “I know.”
It’s a life-changing request and a decision that I should take time to process. But that’s impossible when I’m balls deep in the sweetest pussy there is.
What the hell is there to think about anyway?
Ivy is a goddess, and who wouldn’t want a goddess as their wife and mother of their children?
“Slate?” Her voice brings me back to reality. I look into her eyes, golden brown and filled with want. “Did you hear me?”
“I heard you, baby.” I nod. “And get ready. Because I’m gonna fill you up.”
I pump faster. Her pussy clenches tighter. And within seconds, it happens.
My jaw nearly unhinges as I bite down when my orgasm hits me. My hips thrust forward, and I snatch her by the ass with both hands and pull her down on me, burying every one of my inches in her soaked hole so only my balls hang out.
When I come, I come so hard it verges on painful. My cock swells to the max as I spray my seed into her tight center, coating her folds with my spend. And there’s so much of it.
Ivy’s entire body convulses as her orgasm rocks her. She opens her mouth to gasp, but no sound comes out. Her head drops forward, and her teeth close around the flesh of my chest. She bites down, just enough to sting, but not enough to break the skin.
We come together, her little cunt pulsing on my shaft as I press her up against the dirty brick wall of the diner. It’s not romantic moonlight shining down on us; it’s the flickering single bulb that will soon need to be replaced.
I feel like a conquering hero as I hold her in my arms, feeling her slowly regain her breath as she comes down.
I was her first.
And the world’s about to know I’ll also be her last.