Oh, fuck. I whimper aloud at the thought.
I want him to fuck me. I do.
But his cock…I felt a hint of it when he kissed me the first time. But how on earth will I ever be able to take that cock in my pussy? He must be so massive. I don’t even know if it's possible. And…despite not knowing much about sex, now I know that I desperately want that. I want to feel his enormous cock dragging me under and making me so lust filled I can’t breathe. I want him to sink his cock so deep inside me that I can’t think of anything and I’m screaming out.
“You’re softer than I can stand, baby girl. That sweet pussy of yours must taste like a summer sunshine,” Ethan practically purrs.
Taste? Oh God! The idea of his mouth on my pussy is so deliciously wicked I actually spread my legs a little more, something I didn’t think was possible.
“You like that idea, Emmaline?” Ethan says my name and I shiver, nod. I want that more than I knew I could want something.
He hooks his fingers in my thong and pulls them down so slowly. I’m shaking with need. My thighs are trembling; my bottom lip is quivering.
Ethan looks at me with such warmth I think I might cry on the spot. “Are you okay?” His question is entirely genuine. “Listen, we don’t have to — “
I don’t let him finish. “You misunderstand,” I say in a breathy voice. “I don’t want you to stop. I’m not afraid. I just need you so much,” I confess.
Ethan
There are parts of your life where you realize that you’re about to lose yourself to a choice. You’ll hear the words coming out of your mouth, see the situation at hand, and know what you’re supposed to do. What’s right.
That’s how I knew this was the end of me.
Because she thinks I’ll be able to fuck her sweet virgin pussy and then we’ll both pretend nothing ever happened, like this is an itch we can scratch.
I know damn well that it isn’t. That we’ll be obsessed.
And I don’t save her. Nothing is going to save her from me.
But my cock won’t be denied, not when I listen to her tell me about how she wants to be able to give me her damn virginity and I’m about to fucking burst.
I will fucking have her. Claim her. Make her mine. Emmaline is everything I need, everything I crave, and tonight she’s my prey. I’ll go in for the kill because I have to have her. She wants this. She wants it so damn much and I want to give it to her.
“Want me too much? I don’t think that’s possible,” I breathe the words and that’s it, we’re both utterly damned. “Take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees,” I tell her, and I sit in my leather wingback. “In front of me, here,” I point.
Emmaline licks her lips, and slowly her trembling hands remove her clothes, casting them into a pretty little fabric heap on the floor. When she’s totally bare before me I look at every inch of her perfect soft skin and I ache to get my cock out and I want to fucking cum all over her body before I even fuck her. I need to claim her, possess her. I have to own her, body and soul. I want every pleasure that her body feels to belong to me.
“I don’t do normal, not ordinary…when I fuck you, I want to own your body. Will you surrender to me?” I ask Emmaline.
If she says no, if she doesn’t want this, it all ends here. I don’t want what she doesn’t want to give.
Nude, her eyes hooded with lust, her hair swaying behind her in a curtain of chocolate waves, Emmaline steps toward me. “I want that. I want you. I’m yours,” she says, her voice going breathy at end of her sentence.
“Good,” I say, barely able to contain my desire. I swallow. Twirling my index finger in the air, I nod.
Emmaline obeys, already moving to get on her knees before me.
She’s always such a good little princess, always so quick to obey. Her natural submissive tendencies make my cock nearly jump out of my pants. I ache to pull it out and ram it up her virgin pussy, the pussy she’s putting on display for me now. Only I have tasted her. Only she and I have fingered that pussy. And I need to be the only cock in her life.
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For tonight.
Well, that thought just urges me on further. I want to fuck her so good it ruins both of our lives, because I know that when I anchor myself in her, and we both cum, neither one of us will be any good for anyone else again. I ache to have her before me like this. I rest my palm flat on the small of her back. I see her nipples get stiffer, and a small shiver slides through her body but she doesn’t back away. Her pussy is shiny, it is so slick and wet for me.
I run my hand down to her ass, cupping each cheek. Her porcelain, soft skin, is heated silk against my hand.
“Emmaline, you’re so beautiful. I’m honored to be the first cock to enter you princess,” I tell her. I want to tell her that I want to be the last. But that’s not the arrangement, and that’s not the logical thing to do.