Queen of Hearts (Wonderland 2)

There is no turning back now.

The setting sun blazes over the Tuscan fields, the fire smolders beside us, but the real heat is between our bodies.

Nick reaches for his pants, his wallet, and then pulls out a condom from it. I have never been more grateful for his planning ahead as I am right now. The last thing I need is Nick Hudson’s baby in my belly to further complicate things.

I am fevered beyond rational thought. Nick seems almost gentle as his finger caresses my clit. I flush recalling his constant fucking of my ass—how dirty it felt, and yet how it lit my body with desire at the same time. But this time… I can see he has one goal. It’s not to fuck my ass, but to fuck my pussy.

He holds my sex open, wide and exposed to his view, and I tremble as his mouth claims my pussy. I can feel the wet heat of his tongue as it probes my channel. A lifetime of virginity before Nick, I had no concept of pleasure by the hand of another. And yet an intense pleasure is all I feel from this man’s touch. Passion mixed with a hunger for more so intense, my entire body shakes mindlessly.

Holding me in place, his mouth brings me to a level that almost burns. Delicately, Nick flicks and nudges through my folds, finding the center of me and probing deeper inside. Pulling out, he rolls the tip of his tongue across my sensitive flesh, then trails a path of fire down my slit to my anus. He taps me there, teasingly, doing a small circle along the puckered hole, then goes back on the reverse journey, saturating me, laving me, tasting me, then plunging even deeper into my core again and again. My body quivers and I cry out as his tongue works me over—in and out, small circles, large strokes, up and down. He’s feasting on my juices, and I can’t help but scream out as my body lights up with a euphoric rush building to a level I’m not sure I can take. I can feel my body pleading to let go, to go over the edge.

I throw my head back, giving in. At that moment my body is in his control, to do with however he pleases. And it seems to please him to suck on my essence again and again, in and out, twisting gently to one side and then the other, as though stretching me for what I hope will come. I am awash in sensations, mindless in the pleasure. I can barely wait for when he will bring the broad tip of his cock to take what belongs to him.

Climbing on top of me, he positions his dick at my entrance. Locking his eyes with mine, he rips the condom open with his teeth, reaches between us, and puts it on.

My heart ceases to beat as the reality that we’re about to actually have sex sets in.

He grabs me by the hips and, in one hard thrust, drives himself deep within the warmth of my body. The pressure, the breaking of the barrier, and the sharp biting pain has me crying out. I cling to his back in hopes that he won’t pull out or move.

Not yet. I need time to adjust to his size and to the intense sensation burning through me.

He freezes in place, kissing the side of my neck as I relax against his body.

My virginity now claimed, I’m ready to fully accept this man inside of me.

“I’ve waited for this day,” he says as he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in.

The act is gentle and slow, and though I like this side of him, I also long for the lust and passion he demands from my body with his dominance.

I wrap my legs tighter around his back and thrust my hips to meet his sensual assault, letting him know I’m ready for more. I’m not ready to make love. Not yet…

I’m ready for hard. I’m ready for primal. I’m ready for fucking.

Moaning, I feel like a sex-crazed vixen beneath this man as he reads my mind and pumps in and out with a force and speed demanding my full surrender to him.

I try to stifle my cry of pleasure mixed with pain against his chest. It hurts and yet feels good at the same time. I want him to stop, but then I also want him to fuck harder. The conflict of emotions is dizzying, and I’m grateful that he’s the one on top of me doing all the work. My tight cunt squeezes around his dick, resisting his size no matter how much I try to accept.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks in a whisper against my face as he kisses my closed eyelids.

Because I’m afraid he’ll pull out in fear of pushing me too far, I squeeze my knees against his hips, stopping him from doing so.

“Please don’t stop,” I plead, my hips rising up to meet his again, my thighs spreading further apart, welcoming him deeper inside of me.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulls his face away just enough that I can see his wicked grin master his face. “Unless you ask me to.”

I thrust my hips hard against his. “Hurt me, Nick. Fuck me so hard I cry out for you to stop. And then when I scream for mercy… fuck me even harder.”

My words are full with an animalistic hunger. Nick brings this beast that’s been hidden inside of me so long to the surface. And following my direction, he plunges deeper inside the tightness of my clenching core, again and again, my entire body blazing as the intensity consumes me.

He takes a handful of my hair and pulls my mouth up to his. Dominating me with the pull, with the thrust of his hips, and with the power he has over my impending orgasm.

“Come for me. I want to hear you, feel you,” he demands with a deep sensual voice.

As if knowing I should never go against one of Nick’s commands, I let the climax take over. The electricity works its way from my pussy all the way to every nerve ending in my body. My moan becomes louder, louder until it becomes a mewl of absolute pleasure released.

With the sound of my cries mastering the room, Nick pumps hard one last time, joining me with his own moans of completion.

After several minutes of heavy breathing, he lightly kisses my lips. “Jesus Christ, that was… Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”