Beau
Isabella blushed hard, and the pretty pink color went down to the tips of her breasts. I knew it would spread even further south when she was in the throes of an orgasm, and I was beyond ready to see it again.
“What, um, what did you mean by that?” she asked softly. I grinned when I saw the spark of heat in her curious eyes.
I was glad to see she was interested in new ideas—I had a feeling that she would be adventurous in bed. However, that was a conversation for later, after I’d popped her cherry. “We can talk about that another time, baby. I can’t take another minute without you in my mouth.”
After another fast kiss, I grabbed a pillow and helped her put it under her head and shoulders. Then I repositioned myself to sit on my heels between her spread legs and slipped an arm under each one. “Put your hands flat under your back, baby,” I instructed. She did as she was told, and her ass came up off the mattress as I rose to my knees. I pulled her body closer so it was snug against my aching cock, exposing my girl’s drenched pussy. It wouldn’t have taken much for me to dip my dick into her slippery channel, but I ground my jaw and reminded myself that I’d promised not to hurt her if at all possible. I needed to prepare her so her muscles would relax and stretch to accommodate my thickness.
Lifting her legs up even farther, I draped them over my broad shoulders so they were still nice and wide. Isabella was resting on her shoulders, but her arms and the pillow gave her support.
My mouth watered at the scent of her arousal wafting up from her center, and I licked my lips in anticipation. Palming her ass cheeks, I raised her hips just a little more before bending my head. My tongue swiped up her seam, and I groaned as her flavor burst over my taste buds. “I’m going to have this for breakfast every fucking morning,” I growled.
I dived back in and devoured Isabella, eating her until she toppled into a climax that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. But I wasn’t anywhere near done. I kept feasting, driving her higher until she was wildly pumping her hips, and her pussy was dripping with juice. There was so much that I hadn’t been able to lick it clean fast enough. “You have no idea how fucking hot it is that I make you so wet.”
Pink stained her cheeks, but she forgot all about being embarrassed when I latched onto her clit.
“Beau!” she cried as her body trembled, hanging on the edge of release again. She bit her lip and suppressed her sound when I took another deep pull.
I released the hard little pearl and frowned, ignoring her whimper of protest. “There’s no one here but you and me, sweet girl. You can be as loud as you want, and I highly encourage screaming.”
Isabella giggled, then gasped and shouted my name when I shoved my stiffened tongue inside her. “Oh, Beau! Oh! Oh, yes!”
The louder she was, the closer I came to losing control. But I wasn’t about to tell her to stop because I loved every second of it. I replaced my tongue with a single finger. It was a tight fit, but her slickness allowed me to glide right in. My mouth returned to her bundle of nerves, and I grazed it with my teeth as I curled my digit into her G-spot. I gently bit, and she screamed the walls down as another orgasm slammed into her.
I was probably making a fucking mess of my underwear with the amount of come oozing from my tip every time she came. But I didn’t give a shit. All I cared about was making sure Isabella was so high on ecstasy that she wouldn’t notice the pain of my intrusion.
While her body convulsed from her climax, she squirted down my throat, and I almost blew my entire load right then. Somehow, I found the strength to hold back a little longer by focusing on her pleasure as I worked a second finger into her channel. By the time I made her come again, I had managed to add one more digit. Together, they weren’t as big as my dick, but I’d prepared her as much as I could.
Gently, I lowered her back to the mattress, then I shucked off my ruined boxer briefs before crawling up her body until I was covering her from head to toe. My lips captured hers, and I fed her with her own delicious flavor. Isabella had been practically boneless when I set her down, but it didn’t take her long to begin to respond. I loved the way she reacted to me. She didn’t bother to hide her feelings, and it was refreshing and incredibly sexy.
I removed the pillow from beneath her shoulders and shoved it under her hips, then guided her legs around my waist. My cock had obviously figured out what was next because it pulsed with each beat of my heart. I was so fucking hard it hurt, and my swollen head was an angry shade of red.
When I’d had my fill of her lips, I moved to her big, ripe tits and lavished them with attention while I moved myself into position. Isabella was so lost in her bliss that she didn’t tense when I eased the tip inside her hole. “Fuck,” I grunted when her tight heat closed around me. My cock spurted come, filling her entrance and spilling out.
I mentally groaned. Thirty-eight fucking years old, and I came the second I barely put an inch inside her.
However, it lubed her up even more, and I slid in a little more without resistance until I bumped the thin barrier of her virginity. Isabella tensed, and I locked eyes with her. “Relax, sweet girl. Remember how it feels when I make you orgasm. Think about how fucking amazing it’s going to feel when you’re coming on my naked cock.”
Isabelle’s eyes went wide, and she darted a glance at where we were joined, then back to my face. “Shouldn’t we—?”
“Hell fucking no,” I growled. “When I take you, I do it bare. I don’t want anything between us. And”—I tapped her lips knowing she was about to ask—“I don’t want anything stopping me from breeding you.”
Isabella’s mouth opened in a shocked O, but her brown eyes burned, and the flecks of amber looked almost like sparks from a fire.
“We need to get started filling those bedrooms, sweet girl,” I teased. Her muscles suddenly contracted around my cock, and I groaned as I dropped my head into the crook of her neck. “You have no idea what it does to me that you get turned on by the idea of having my baby inside you.”
I’d come to the end of my rope, so I took her mouth in another soul-deep kiss, pouring all of my love and joy into it. Then I gripped her hips and punched my hips forward, tearing through her innocence and bottoming out with that one thrust.
Isabella gasped, and her body went taut. I stilled, giving her time to adjust, but it wasn’t easy, and my hands clenched with the effort. I knew she’d have bruises in the morning, and I probably should have been sorry about it. But just like her virgin blood on my sheets, the bruises on her delicate skin were flags of ownership. Proof that Isabella belonged to me and only me.
Those thoughts didn’t help in my battle for sanity, and my cock twitched, making me involuntarily shift.
My girl whimpered, and when I saw her eyes were shut tight, I silently berated myself for breaking my promise and causing her pain. “Are you okay, sweet girl?” I asked softly.
“Do that again,” she breathed. Her lids lifted, and I was swept away by the passion glowing in their chocolate depths.
Cautiously, I retreated a few inches, then pushed forward again.