Spun (Kings of Chaos 1)

“Because I’ve never done this before.”

My dick is instantly hard. The thought of being the only one who’s ever been inside of her has me feeling even more territorial. This is my woman, my pussy, and I’ll be damned if anyone is ever going to get a piece. “Good.”

She looks up at me and gasps.

“That means you’ll be mine in every way.”

The visible tension eases from her body.

A lot of the guys make a big deal about of virgins. They don’t want to break them in and have them get attached, or take the time to teach them. I’ve always been a patient man. I’m looking forward to molding my girl and finding out what pleases her while I teach her to please me. I snap myself out of my stupor, step away from the pile of clothes, grab my vest and boots, then hurry to the bathroom. Nevada is ripe for the picking. I can barely look at my woman without wanting to take her up against a wall. I shut down the thoughts and focus on getting clean.

A half hour later, everything is clean from under my nails to the tips of my toes. The bathtub gets a bleach down. I clean off my vest and boots, then soak the washcloth in bleach. There’s a reason I always keep white towels and washcloths around my house. You learn a few things when you’ve been doing this as long as I have.

I emerge feeling squeaky clean and dress quickly in a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I leave my cut hanging over the back of a chair to dry and rush downstairs. I don’t like loose ends.

Nevada stands from the couch. “I got the fire built with the bag on the bottom.”

“Good girl.” I’m impressed. “I’m going to take care of this, you go get yourself ready. When I come up to the bedroom, I want you waiting on my bed.”

She halts and those big greens look at me as her cheeks flame.

Grinning, I walk outside and start up the fire, watching the evidence go up in smoke. In the morning, I’ll dump the ashes into the river. No roads to lead back.

I mentally prep myself for what’s to come. She doesn’t need me coming on like a freight train. I want to make this good for her. The hardcore shit can come later. Unlike every other time, I’m playing for keeps. I want her so hooked on my cock, I’m the only thing she sees. Nevada is fast becoming an obsession and I do nothing in halves. The last time I tried to go the relationship route I was young, stupid, and barely patched. The bitch screwed me over, saving us both from a loveless union.

I focused on the club and fun after that. Now, I’m dating a girl young enough to be my daughter and I’ve never been surer about anything. When the plastic burns off and nothing but scraps remain, I douse the fire with the hose. My dick is straining against my pants and pre-come is all but dripping from my tip. All she has to do is look at me with those innocent eyes and I’m ready to go. I roll my shoulders, lock everything up, and slowly ascend the stairs, ready to unwrap my present.

She’s sitting on my bed in one of my old Chaos T-shirts.

I moan. “Nev, baby. You have no clue how good you look in my clothing.” I stalk over to the bed.

Her face is flushed along with her delicate collarbone.

I sit down on the edge of the bed and run my hand up along her smooth legs.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly. A whimper slips from between her full lips.

“Don’t be nervous, Nev. I’m going to take care of you. You believe me?”

She nods her head.

“I need to hear it.”

“I believe you, Wizard.”

“No, right now I’m Gage.”

“Okay, Gage.”

I lean in and nip at her bottom lip. “I could devour you and still hunger for more. You’re that fucking delicious.” I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She wraps her arms around my neck and we sink into the familiar tongue play. She’s sweet and soft. I run my hand up her leg, massaging her inner thigh. She clamps her legs tight and I smirk against her lips, pulling away.

“Open up for me, baby.” I kiss my way down her neck. She pushes her legs apart and I caress her panties. “So wet and hot. I can feel you through these pretty black panties.” She whimpers and I press into her clit, making her wiggle her hips. “You want some relief, baby?” I watch her, starving for her genuine responses.

There are no porn star moves, fake screaming, or stage performances. Just pure enjoyment and wonder at the way I make her feel. “Yes, please.”

I move my thumb in small circles. Her muscles loosen and she bucks her hips. “That’s it, baby. Focus on how good I can make you feel.”

Her breath is coming in pants. She grabs my forearms. Her eyes are filled with surprise and what I think is panic.