Built Strong (Middleton Hotels 3)

“Upstairs, first door to your right.” I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, but I felt the burning need to have him show me. He marched up the stairs with me, making it look effortless, and seeing that made me wetter. I didn’t know if I should tell him the truth or wait until he figured it out himself.

Chapter 5

Julian

My brother was going to be pissed, but I was way past caring when I opened her bedroom door. I saw that light purple bedspread with a gauzy canopy and I wondered how innocent she was. At nineteen, there was no guarantee, but something about this room made me think of a sweet, innocent beauty.

I carried her over to the bed, the canopy brushing against my shoulders as I pushed my body through the opening and leaned over her. Kissing her lips once, I moved down her jaw, stopping at her neck to savor the taste and to feel her pulse against my mouth. She tilted her head, exposing her neck to me. I growled, nipping at the flesh. My hands slid down to the hem of her sweater; the one that hugged her curves so perfectly and taunted me all night had to go. I lifted it off and tossed it to the other side of the room. The pink blush that she wore half the night was back. “You’re beautiful. Don’t be embarrassed.”

I leaned in and kissed her again, my hands unable to stay still as they skimmed the soft skin of her sides and arms. I pulled back enough to take off my jacket and pull my shirt from my jeans. Needing me just as much as I did her, she hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt.

I stood up and tossed my clothes in a pile as I got undressed, thankful these boots were easy to slip off. I fumbled with the button and zipper on her black slacks, but she didn’t mind as I kissed her belly to make up for it. I was fucking nervous as hell. This had to be good for both of us, not just me. My balls were heavy and signaling my cock that it was game time. She kicked off her flats and I took my time sliding the pants down her legs. I bit my lip, looking at her sexy stems. Wow, I’d never been so damn turned on before. She wasn’t thick or thin, but somewhere in between. Everything about her turned me on, even the silver nail polish on her tiny toes had my cock throbbing.

As I knelt on the wooden floor, I stared at the light brown curls at her vee. I pushed her thighs apart, wanting to taste her pussy. My mind pictured every damn pussy eating scene I’d ever watched. Knowing half that shit was fake, I was going to have to follow her lead. Her cries would guide me. Fuck, I had to get this right. My cock rested on the cool wood and I felt beads of my pre-cum dripping onto the floor. Somehow, I felt like I was marking my territory. I ran my hand over her pussy, trying to tease her. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded, rubbing her inner thighs with my thumbs. I really needed to know. I had no fucking clue what to do.

She didn’t say anything, but she moaned as my hands moved ever closer to her mound. I splayed my fingers across her pussy, my thumb at the top of her entrance. I pushed down on it and her hips bucked. I smiled to myself, pleased at my first bit of success. Pressing my face against her curls, I took in her scent as I tasted her lips. Fuck, the first stream of cum shot from my cock as she cried out. I hadn’t expected her to enjoy my lips pressed against her slit. It was subtle, but so fucking intense. A moan escaped my lips as I came, but I was just getting started. I parted her lips and ran my tongue up her heat. A stuttering moan came from her mouth as I continued slowly, trying to learn her body. I pushed her thighs forward and moved her up the bed as I tongue fucked her. Her thighs rested on my shoulders and tightened around my face as I ate her sweetness.

“Julian,” she moaned, her hands running through my hair, grasping for something to hold on to. I was getting hard all over again, it was if I hadn’t just come.

“That’s it,” I muttered against her wet cunt. I needed her to scream for me. “Come, Morgan. I want to hear you beg for more.” I pressed my thumb against her clit as I licked her cream.

“Ah, I’m…I’m…com-ing,” she panted before screaming my name. “Julian.” It was music to my ears and all my blood traveled back down south, stiffening my dick harder than it had ever been. I got to my feet, picked her thighs up, and wrapped them around my waist as I lined up my cock with her entrance.

Our eyes met and I growled, “Mine,” as I pushed my way through. Immediately she bit back a scream and I felt the burn of moving past her innocence and claiming what was mine.

Hell, it was all mine now. There was no turning back for us. I knew that she was the one before we got our drinks. No way in hell could I let her go. We traded our innocence to each other and that sealed the deal. I looked at her as a tear slid down the side of her face. “I’m sorry, Morgan. It’ll go away in a moment.”

“I know, but it burns like a motherfucker.”

“If it’s any consolation, my dick feels like it’s being choked out by a damn MMA fighter.” She giggled, but I was serious. It didn’t hurt as much as tearing her pussy apart, but this was new to me, too. I wanted to tell her and I should.

“It’s not, but that’s cool. The pain is starting to fade.”

“Let me see if this will help,” I said, dropping my head to her breast, pulling down her bra and taking her peak into my mouth. Fuck, it wasn’t helping me. I was going to come again. Her back arched as I sucked on her tit.

“Ah,” she sighed, her hands clutching the sheets. I pulled off slowly, licking around her nipple and nipping the flesh around it. Her pussy clenched, squeezing my cock. I supposed I was on the right track. I looked into her beautiful eyes, then smiled as I slid my cock in and out of her heat. She made little moans and tiny grunts that started to fade as my cock worked into her.

“You like that, Morgan?” I asked between sucking on her breasts.

“Yes, Julian,” she whimpered, her hands grabbing my forearms as I fucked my woman. I took her mouth as I felt her pussy contract around me.

“Can you come for me again, Morgan? I can’t hang on much longer. You fucking own me, my sweet woman.” I grabbed hold of her braid, tugging on it as I thrust my cock deeper into her.

“I’m coming,” she screamed. I started pumping into her, my cum splashing her virgin walls, planting my baby in her. I’d been so lost in her that I didn’t think about protection. Not that I had some on me and I wasn’t buying any. We were going to get married, so it didn’t matter.

Every ounce of my seed emptied into her body, draining me completely, but damn the feeling was incredible. I rested on my elbows, leaned over and kissed her hard. “You’re mine,” I stated. It wasn’t a question because I wasn’t asking.

Chapter 6

Morgan

Holy fuck. Only as I felt his cum start to drip down between us did I think about protection. We didn’t use anything. Oh my, I was in fucking trouble. He looked down at me with those chocolate eyes and I immediately thought of having his babies. What an idiot. “I need to get up, Julian. I have to use the restroom.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry.” He pulled out of me giving me a great view of his semi-hard cock that was covered in us and tinged with pink. Wow, no wonder that fucking shit hurt. His cock was softening and still looked about eight inches. “Are you okay?” he asked, bending down as I sat on the edge of the bed lost in thought about his impressive length. His eyes were intense as he waited for an answer.

“I don’t know,” I replied. A mix of feelings engulfed me. “We didn’t use any protection.”

“That’s fine with me.” He was unbothered by it. In fact, he had the nerve to smile.