His Gift

When he gets into the driver’s side, he starts the SUV and heads back toward his house. His huge hands grip the steering wheel just as he did that man’s neck. I know I should be afraid, deep down, I should be kicking and screaming and trying to escape him, but I can’t help but feel protected and secure in his presence.

“I want to be slow with you. Take my time, let you get to know me, but I can’t. It doesn’t matter if we know each other, not when the connection between us is as strong as it is. I can feel you in my soul, feel your pain, your pleasure. You can feel it too, can’t you? This connection between us?”

“Yes.” I nod, “But… I’m scared. You’re so big.”

“I know, I’m a little worried too, but I swear, I’ll be very careful with you. I’ll go slow and make sure I don’t hurt you. Do you trust me?”

I nod my head without thinking and only then do I realize that I do trust him not to hurt me, at least not on purpose.

“Good.” He smirks, and my stomach does a flip.

We drive the rest of the way in silence, but the tension in the car has every hair on my body raised. My skin tingles all over, and I feel like my blood runs a few degrees hotter than normal. Overall, I just feel… alive, excited like I am on a high.

When we pull up to his enormous house, those feelings are only intensified, and I think my heart might explode soon. He helps me out of the car, his touch so gentle, and that calms me down a little.

Taking my small hand in his large one, he walks me inside. The first thing I notice is that the house is unusually quiet.

“Where is everybody?”

“I gave the staff this weekend off. I want you all to myself.”

Eagerly, he leads me to his bedroom. I can barely keep up with his long strides, and as soon as he notices, he bends down and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to him like my life depends on it.

“I’m not going to let you fall.”

“I know,” I whisper, but still cling to him just because I want to. Being close to him, holding him like this, makes me feel safe, a feeling that has been absent from my life for way too long.

By the time we get to his bedroom, I’m not afraid anymore. A calmness I’ve never felt before washes over me as he places me on his bed. Through hooded eyes, I peek up at him. He looks like a mountain of muscle, a mountain that is about to come down on top of me, threatening to bury me under an avalanche of pleasure, and still, I’m not scared.

“You are so beautiful,” he tells me as his eyes rake over every inch of my body. Even with the clothes I’m wearing, I feel naked and exposed, and I like it. My inner muscles clench around nothing, just thinking about what we are about to do.

Watching him undress, I take in every ridge of his muscular chest and every dip on his six-pack abs. When he pulls down his boxers and his cock springs free, I gasp. It’s massive, and the head is an angry purple. It’s so hard, it’s pointing up to his navel. A sliver of fear slides down my spine and into my belly.

“I’m gonna make you come before he comes anywhere near you. I’ll make sure you’re wet and relaxed first. Begging for me to come inside of you.” His gaze lowers to between my legs, and I can’t help but squirm, remembering the last time he made me come with his tongue and fingers. “You remember how good I made you feel last time, don’t you, with my tongue licking your little pussy?”

Nodding, I feel myself growing wetter for him, my entire body pulsing with need. Lifting my hips, I slip my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and pull them down my legs. Miles’s eyes follow my movements, and when I reach my calves, he helps, pulling them the rest of the way off. He licks his lips, salivating like a man who is awaiting his last meal.

My arousal coats my pussy lips as well as the insides of my thighs. My cheeks flame as I stare up at him. “I… I want you to…”

He grins already knowing what I’m going to say. Without an ounce of hesitation, he dives between my legs, his fingers digging into my thighs as he parts me far enough to fit his broad shoulders between my legs. Once spread, he slips his hands down to my ass, cupping each cheek before lifting me to his face.