Chapter 11
Willow
Pans throws me on the bed, and I give a little bounce before his body crashes into mine. If this is being gentle, I wonder what rough sex would be like
His hand scrapes my hair back, cupping my face.
“Willow, I love you.”
A warmth fills my heart. It’s been less than a week since I met this man, but I’m so certain of him, so sure that our lives are meant to be entwined.
I've always been a gentle soul. That’s what my mom always said, and maybe this is what I'm meant to do. Heal this man, coax out the gentleness that I know is inside him.
But right now, it's the animal inside, the beast as he calls it, that I want to see.
Pans tugs off my panties, and I shiver as the cool air hits my pussy. Then his mouth closes over me, and warm breath blows over my most sensitive bits.
The new sensations wash over me as his tongue flicks against my hard core. My back arches and I grab the sheets, the sensation almost too much to bear.
Pans is everything I thought he would be, rough and unpredictable with his tongue, plunging it into my pussy then licking my hard nub. Driving me wild with never knowing what’s coming next.
Just when I think I can’t bear it anymore, he slows down. His roving tongue gently laps at my clit, and his fingers brush against my sticky entrance.
I practically purr at his soft touch; at the sensitive side he’s showing me. I sigh at the slow way he moves his mouth, kissing my pussy lips. When his finger slides inside, I cry out in surprise. I’ve never had anything inside me before, and the new sensation makes me hungry for more.
As if reading my mind, Pans slips another finger into me and then a finger into my back passage.
I sit up on the bed, not sure how I feel about this new intrusion. Pans looks up, his chin glistening with pussy juice, and gives me a wicked look.
“Relax, Willow,” he says. “Now you’re mine. I have to claim every part of you.”
His finger moves inside me, and I groan at the sensation. He thrusts his hand deeper, his intense gaze on mine.
“You’re mine forever, Willow. You'll always have my protection.”
Warmth surges through me as he dips his head and gets back to my aching pussy. His pace quickens and I meet every finger thrust with my hips, wanting more, wanting it deeper in both entrances.
Pans talks about his beast, but he’s unleashed something inside of me too. Grabbing the back of his head, I pull his face onto my pussy, sliding up and down against his face as my climax builds. I feel wanton, I feel dirty, and I feel completely safe.
Then I don’t feel anything but pleasure. Waves and waves of it coursing through my body as I fall over the cliff of my climax, my openings clenching against his palm, squeezing his fingers so hard I think they might get stuck inside me.
But Pans doesn’t stop. Relentlessly, he works my pussy through the orgasm until it tumbles into the next one, and I’m screaming his name as I grip his face to my pussy, my legs sticking straight up in the air.
Only when I stop shaking does he come up for air. But only for a moment.
He’s grinning as he shimmies up the bed and kisses me hard. I taste my own tangy flavor on his lips.
Fumbling with his belt, I tug his clothes off. The two orgasms have only made my pussy more needy for him, hungry to feel him inside me.
Pans kneels over me, his cock sticking straight out, a bead of pre-cum hanging from the tip.
My pussy clenches in anticipation. Wanting to feel him inside me, I push my hips forward.
“Claim me, Pans. Make me yours.”
He grips the base of his cock and gives a hard stroke.
“I’ll try to be gentle, precious.”
“You don't need to be gentle. I want you to be rough. I want you to be yourself.”
His eyes burn with desire at my words, but still he hesitates.
“You don't know what you’re asking, Willow. I could break you.”
“Then show me.” My fingers slide down my tits. Pans’s gaze follows their path as I tug on my already hard nipples.
Suddenly, his hands are on my hips and he flips me over on the bed, my face hitting the duvet.
I give a gasp of surprise as his fingers dig into my hips, pulling my ass into the air.
A surge of wet heat pools in my pussy and drips slowly down my thigh as his cock presses between my ass cheeks.
“I’ll let myself go if that’s what you want.” His breath is hot on my neck, the low base rumble making my insides melt. “But if you want me to stop, you tap the bed twice like this.” He taps the mattress like a wrestler tapping out.
“And if you can’t reach the bed, you tap my thigh, my shoulder, wherever you can reach. You tap out, and I’ll stop immediately.”
I nod. A twinge of nervousness vibrates through my body, but it only adds to the anticipation.
“But if you don't tap out…” He nips my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. “I will keep going and going and going. You understand?”
I nod.
“Say it, Willow. I need to hear your voice.”
“Yes,” I croak. “Can you please fuck me now?”
Pans give a low wicked laugh and runs his hand down my back. It rests on my ass before he pulls it back and slaps my butt cheek.
I yelp in surprise, but the sting only adds to my desire.
“I want this, Pans. Give me your darkness. Let me absorb it.”
He sucks in a breath. There’s a moment of stillness, and then he’s on me, his cock prodding my entrance, pushing in and stretching my pussy.
One hand grabs my tit, pinching the nipple, and I know I’ll be bruised in the morning, but right now, I don’t care. All I care about is the feel of his cock as he guides the tip inside.
I swivel my hips back, wanting more and wondering what he’s waiting for.
I feel sick with anticipation, dripping wet and needing a release. I'm ready for him. I'm nervous and I'm excited all at once.
All of a sudden he thrusts home, and I cry out as white heat burns my insides. I’ve never felt so full, and I’m so stretched I might burst.
I grab the sheet, howling into it as Pans stills, but only for a moment. Then he slides right out of me.
“I’ve got your virgin blood on my cock.”
There’s wonder in his voice and I’m so glad I gave that to him, but now that I’ve had a taste, I want him back inside me.
“Please,” I whimper, “don’t stop.”
Before the words are out of my mouth, Pans thrusts into me again, going hard and deep until his balls slap against me.
“Take it like a good girl, Willow.”
And I do. I take his cock and I rock my hips and I moan, wanting more and more and more of him.
Pleasure builds inside me, but I need some friction. My hand slides up my thigh, and I touch my hot spot. It’s sticky and I trace slow circles, my hand reaching around so my fingernails scrape his balls.
Every time he pitches forward, I pinch his balls, and I love the way it makes him groan.
We’re facing the window in the room and the light outside has faded, showing us our reflection in the glass. Pans pounds me from behind as I touch myself, our faces contorted with pleasure and urgency.
His eyes meet mine and he’s like a wild animal, a lion mounting its mate. His teeth are bared as he gets more frenzied, slamming into me with no mercy.
With his eyes on mine, he leans forward. His arm slides between my breasts, and his hand closes around my throat.
“You’re mine, Willow, all mine,” he grunts out as his fingers tighten on my skin. It should be terrifying, but it heightens the sensations claiming my body.
I keep eye contact as he pounds me like a rag doll, pulling me onto his cock time and time again.
My vision blurs and my pussy clenches and then I’m falling over the edge, my body convulsing in ecstasy, the orgasm so intense that I think I might pass out.
Pans gives a final thrust and then explodes inside of me, yelling out my name. He sits back and pulls me onto his thighs, making sure I capture every last drop of his cum.
Our eyes meet in the reflection of the window. We’re both panting, and there are red marks around my throat. Pans’s eyes go to them, and his expression changes.
“Willow, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Why didn’t you tap out?”
I run my hands over my throat and the raw marks that prove I belong to Pans. There's no mistaking he owns me, and God helped me I liked it. I liked it so much.
“Because I didn’t want you to stop.”
Pans turns me toward him, and we lay together on the bed. His fingers caress my neck, gentle now and soft.
I’m overwhelmed by the contrast, the rough lover and the gentle man.
“I can swallow your darkness, Pans; I can take it. But you know there are people who can help,” I say. “Have you ever done that?”
He shakes his head. “I don't think there's help for people like me.”
I let it drop, but I know there’s a way to help my troubled man. And maybe being by his side is all I need to do. And together maybe we'll heal.
“I love you, Pans.”
“I love you too, precious. I will always have this darkness inside of me. But with you by my side, it won’t overwhelm me.”
He kisses me gently and I lean into him, already feeling sleepy.
“My name is Simon.” It croaks out of his mouth, rusty from being unused.
“Simon,” I repeat. And then again more forcefully. “I love you, Simon.”
Simon smiles and I close my eyes, safe and happy in his embrace.