Chapter 6 #2
I pushed her thighs wide and pulled her folds apart, then licked her clean before plunging my stiffened tongue into her tight channel.
“Oh, Cole! Yes!” she shouted, her hands clamping onto my head as if she was afraid I’d move away or stop.
Not a fucking chance in hell.
I fucked her with my tongue a few times, then replaced it with a single digit.
She was so snug I had to work it in slowly while I teased her clit with licks and nibbles.
Finally, I felt the thin barrier of her virginity, and to my utter shock, the second I thought about popping her cherry, I came, shooting come all over the bedspread, surely making a huge mess.
Damn, I felt like a horny teenager. However, it had its advantages because I would last a hell of a lot longer inside her now that I’d come once.
Refocusing on the task at hand, I worked in another finger, stretching her in preparation for a third.
Three digits still weren’t as big as my cock, but it would at least help prepare her.
And an orgasm would make her even more pliable and hopefully, take away some of the pain when I tore through her hymen.
I plunged three fingers in and out of her, curling them up to drag along her G spot while I sucked hard on her little bundle of nerves.
It didn’t take long before her climax came crashing down on her, and she screamed in ecstasy.
As the orgasm ebbed, her muscles felt more relaxed, and I gave her pussy one last kiss and pet before climbing off the bed.
“What…?” Lorna peered at my underwear with confusion in her expression.
“You made me come, lass,” I explained as I drew the sticky fabric down my legs and stepped out of it.
“But I didn’t do anything,” she protested, placing her palms over her heated cheeks.
I grinned as I climbed back onto the bed. “You didn’t have to, lass. When your pussy clamped down on my fingers, and I felt my good girl’s cherry, the one I’m gonna claim, I couldn’t help it.”
“Thinking about taking my virginity made you come?” She looked stunned, and I smiled crookedly.
“Nothing would stop me from having you, Lorna, but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy as fuck that no man has or ever will be inside you. Seems like you bring out a possessive side of me I didn’t even know I had.”
Her lips curled up, and she looked quite pleased, making me chuckle.
Then my eyes scanned her naked body from head to toe, lingering on her puckered nipples, her flat belly, and her pink and swollen pussy.
Glancing at my cock, I briefly considered trying to find a condom, then tossed the idea.
I knew right then that I wanted to see those perfect tits dripping with milk and her stomach full and round with my baby.
If I’d been a good guy, I would have talked to her about it, but I was just enough of a bastard to keep my mouth shut.
If she didn’t say anything to stop me, I was gonna mount her bare and fill her virgin womb with enough seed to make sure I planted one inside her.
Lorna’s hooded gaze roved over my body hungrily, and I had to stop myself from preening like a damn peacock.
I crawled over her and lowered my body until I covered every inch of her.
She was on the taller side, but I was still over a half foot taller than her, so she was engulfed underneath me, and our skin sizzled everywhere it touched.
My self-control neared its limit, so I kissed her savagely while playing with her plump tits and grinding my pelvis into hers.
When she was sufficiently worked up, I placed the head of my cock at her entrance, then rubbed her clit fast and hard until she exploded with bliss. Her pussy welcomed me as I pushed inside, stopping frequently to allow her to stretch to accommodate to my size.
“Cole,” Lorna murmured breathlessly as her bent knees clamped to my sides. “You're so big. I’m so full.”
“Don’t say shit like that to me right now, lass,” I growled. “I’m barely hanging on.”
Lorna grabbed my biceps, and her nails dug into my skin as she raised her torso and whispered in my ear. “Give it to me, Cole. I want you to fill me, stretch me…claim me.”
Her words broke the dam wide fucking open. “Fuck, yes!” I growled as I reared back, then thrust inside her until I was buried from root to tip. “Oh fuck, baby!” She was so tight, it was almost painful, and black spots danced in my vision as I tried to hold back my orgasm.
“Yes!” Lorna cried out, her back arching and her legs gripping me like a vise. Her face was contorted with desire, and her voice had been filled with pleasure, telling me that she wasn’t in pain. Thank fuck, because I didn’t have it in me to wait any longer.
“Damn,” I grunted as I pulled back and shoved my dick all the way back in. “This virgin pussy is squeezing the fuck outta my cock. You like that, lass?”
“More,” she moaned, and her inner muscles rippled, milking my dick.
“I’ll give you more, my beautiful girl,” I growled.
I bent my knees to give me extra leverage, and I punched my fists into the mattress on both sides of her head.
Wild hunger rushed through my body like the wind in a hurricane, leaving nothing behind but primal instinct.
I fucked her hard and fast, rutting in her like an animal.
“Fuck, lass. Yeah, baby, let me get in deep. Oh fuck!” The tip of my shaft bumped her cervix, and my head was filled with nothing but the need to breed my woman.
“Cole! Oh yes! Yes!” Her cries escalated to screams as she neared her peak, and I redoubled my efforts, pounding into her so hard that the mattress creaked and the headboard slammed into the wall.
“Oh fuck, Lorna! Fuck, yes! That’s it, baby. You’re doing so damn good taking my cock. Fuck!”
My vision was going dark, so I slipped a hand between us and rubbed her hard little nub until she shattered, screaming my name.
The orgasm crashed into me like a freight train, and I bellowed her name as my cock exploded, and I nearly blacked out.
Lorna was clinging to me as she shuddered in ecstasy, and her pussy milked every last drop of my seed from my shaft.
Dropping my head down, I took her mouth in a soul-deep kiss. I poured everything I felt into it, knowing it was too early to say it out loud.
But when we’d finally come back down from the high and lay in a sweaty, tangled heap on the bed, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “Grá mo chroí thú.”
I wasn’t sure she heard me until she tilted her head so she could look up at me without lifting it off my chest. “What does that mean?”
“It’s just an expression,” I mumbled. “Go to sleep, lass. Get some rest because I’m not done with you yet.”
Someday, I would tell her what it meant. There was no literal translation for “I love you,” in Gaelic. But what I’d said was more accurate in describing what I felt for her anyway.
You are the love of my heart.