Her Rock (Rocky Start)

“Armed?”

“Besides that knife you carry for safety, it’s that tight, tasty pussy that’s enough to break a man.” I can’t stand it another minute. I need to have her. Standing with her in my arms, I take the stairs two at a time, dick pressing firmly against her snatch while my balls bang against her ass.

I need to be inside her this instant. The moment I get her into the room, I toss her onto the mattress and then lift off my shirt. With just my shorts on, I climb onto the bed, stalking toward her. “No more waiting, woman. You’re mine.”

“Then what’s taking you so long, Sheriff?”

“I can’t decide what I want first.”

“You’ve already had my pussy for dessert, so I’d say it’s time to take my cherry.”

I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it off of her, leaving Lydia in just her tiny, wet white panties. “Give me that cherry. Take off those panties and spread out your legs, now.” I stand and shuck off my shorts, freeing my long, thick cock. She tugs her underwear down while her eyes stay focused on my length that’s leaking at the tip. Leaning in, I’m tempted to push it into her fucking mouth, but I’ll come too damn fast if she puts that perfect, smart mouth around me. I need to make her mine already before I lose it.

“Lay back.”

“Make me,” she sasses. Her arms reach out to grab for my cock, but I’m faster and my hands encircle her wrists like cuffs.

“Do you want to play with me, baby? I’m a man in need of the most beautiful creature in the entire world.” Jumping onto the mattress like a beast, I straddle her and growl before capturing her mouth in a kiss. My dick grinds on her stomach as I pull back and stare into her eyes to see if I’ve scared her at all.

“Prove it,” she pants, her chest heaving, breasts rising and falling as she breathes heavily.

Reaching down, I settle my cock at her entrance, rubbing the head between her wet lips. God, I don’t want to hurt her, but I know I’m going to tear her apart. She’s tight as fuck as I push the tip through the first inch. She yips as I fight to push further, and then her feet lock together around the back of my knees and she flexes, forcing me into her. I slam all the way into her depths, claiming my woman.

“Shit,” she hisses.

“Baby. Damn it, I’m sorry.”

“No, it needed to be done. It’s not your fault you were built like a stallion and I’m so little. I’ll get used to that, big guy. Now fuck me like you want to because I want to make it worth the pain.”

“What did I say about that mouth of yours?”

“That you were going to take care of it. Maybe later?”

“Woman, I’m already close to coming in your vise-grip pussy. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Never.” She rocks her hips and then I lose control, grabbing onto her hair, tipping her head to drag my teeth along her throat.

“Fucking…driving…me…wild,” I grunt with every pump of my hips. We finally fall into a steady rhythm, rocking until sweat beads down my back. Stars shine behind my eyelids as my orgasm hits, and I pinch her nipple and then she follows me down, coming too. Thank goodness.

“Lydia, Lydia. Wow. Damn, that was intense.” I press my forehead to her chest, attempting to get my bearings before pulling out of her. When I sit back on my heels, I see the pink from her innocence on my cock and I do a silent cheer to myself. Then I think about the fact that we didn’t use any protection. Fuck.

I get up and head to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I pace back and forth “I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot,” I mutter to myself.

I don’t notice the door open until I hear it. “Do you regret what happened?”

“God, no. Fuck.” Lydia’s got tears in her eyes. “Shit, baby. No. It’s not that at all. I just didn’t think. We didn’t use any protection and well, that’s what made my mother fucking insane.”

“No, I think your father’s cheating did that.”

“Yeah, but she hated having me. She said having me ruined her and made her ugly way before my father ever left mentally or physically.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want you to feel like I’d ruined you.”

“Whit, listen. I don’t know what her feelings were, but they’re not mine. I want babies when the time is right.”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t use anything.”

“Actually, I’m on birth control.”

“Oh. Oh,” I growl, growing jealous.

“Relax, crazy. My parents wanted us protected just in case we ever became sexually active or should we be taken advantage of at a party,” she finishes her words, and I know she’s referring to the one incident. It’s her safety net.