I didn’t waste any more time, just dove right in and finally drew my tongue through her folds. I moaned in ecstasy. Everything about her was better in reality, so much better.
I didn’t give her time to think, I wanted to overwhelm her with emotion, so I used my thumbs to keep her exposed. Then I devoured her. Nipping, sucking, plunging my tongue inside her, driving her wild. Eventually, she was writhing and crying out as she climbed higher and higher.
When she was almost at the precipice, I pushed one finger inside her and stopped when I hit a barrier. Oh, fuck yes. My beautiful girl was a virgin. She was only mine, only ever would be mine. A thought suddenly entered my mind that had me reaching down to squeeze the base of my cock to keep from coming. It was more than likely that Zoe wasn’t on birth control. I fucking hoped that was the case.
I needed to bury myself inside her as soon as possible. She was so fucking tight, I wanted to make sure I stretched her as much as possible, so I slipped another finger in. I was already overly large, but she was tiny and I loathed the idea of hurting her.
Wrapping my lips around her swollen clit, I took a deep pull and she screamed as she fell over the edge. I looked up, my eyes glued to her face as I worked her through her orgasm. It was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen in my life.
After she crested and began to come back to herself, I slid off of the bed and removed my underwear. My eyes were on Zoe’s face, gauging her reaction as my cock bobbed against my stomach.
Her eyes went wide as saucers and her mouth formed a little “O.” She scrambled into a sitting position and started to back away. “You can’t put that thing in me!” she screeched. “It won’t fit!”
Chapter 5
Zoe
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his body, not with all those hard muscles and golden skin I’d dreamed about finally bared to my sight. But it was the monster he sported down below that had totally captured my attention. His dick was huge, so long it almost reached his belly button and almost as thick as my wrist. There was no way it was ever going to fit inside me—not without tearing me in half. Only Landon didn’t seem to share my fears, considering the way his hazel eyes flashed with humor while he climbed back onto the mattress.
“Trust me, baby. It’ll fit,” he chuckled.
“Nope. No way. Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen,” I muttered as I scooted further up the bed and away from him. He didn’t let me get far before he wrapped his hand around one of my ankles and tugged gently on it.
“I get that you’re scared, but I’m not letting you run away from me,” he grunted when my foot hit him square in the stomach. “From us.”
“Us?” I parroted.
“You need more time? You’ve got it, but we’ll do it getting to know each other better,” he growled, twisting so he was lying on his back with his head resting on the pillows and mine on his shoulder. I was going to argue with him more, but the words died in my throat when he grabbed his cock. I stared down his chest at his large hand sliding up and down his length.
I couldn’t think straight, not with his warm body next to mine and his masculine scent rolling over me. Especially not after he’d given me the most amazing orgasm ever. And not while a drop of pre-come glistened at the tip of his dick.
Every part of me felt hot.
Achy.
Empty.
Damn him for sparking this inferno inside me, a swirl of emotions and sensations crashing through me. Desire blasted through my body until the only thing I could see was Landon.
“You want to touch me, baby?” he purred, tempting me even further.
I should have said no and rolled away from him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone answer his question. Instead, I found myself nodding as a whimper bubbled up from my throat and spilled from my lips.
Landon let go of his hard-on and slid his hand up to grab one of mine. I was shaking, but I let him guide me lower until my fingers were wrapped around his length. I stroked my thumb over the tip, spreading the slickness I found there all around. He made a low sound in the back of his throat, and my hand stilled as my startled gaze flew up to his face.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“Fuck, baby. You don’t need to be sorry. Not when it feels so damn good to have you touch me.”
“I thought I was doing it wrong,” I admitted shyly.
“You’re doing it so right that if you keep it up, I’m going to come all over your hand in no time flat. Like a damn teenager with no self-control.”
“Really?” I gasped, delighted by the idea that I could affect him so much. It gave me the courage to slide my hand back down. And the way he looked at me, like he couldn’t get enough, filled me with determination. I wanted him to have the same pleasure he’d given me earlier.
He let me stroke him. Up and down, over and over again. His hips jerking in rhythm with my hand. But then he gripped my waist, and flipped me over. He levered himself over me, nestled between my legs with his dick nudging against my pussy.
“Give yourself to me, Zoe,” he groaned raggedly. “Please let me have you.”
If I did this, I knew it would change things forever. I’d be connected to Landon in a way that couldn’t be undone. “I thought you said I could have time.”
“You can,” he panted. “If you really need it, I’ll somehow find the willpower to roll away from you and get my body under control. We have plenty of time. Forever. I know that, but I’ve wanted you under me from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I need you, Zoe, but I’ll wait as long as you want.”
Forever? It wasn’t even on the tip of my tongue to correct him. I stopped holding back and let hope bloom in my chest. He right hand came up, and he twined his fingers with mine, his thumb rubbing against the bands on my ring finger. Two delicate platinum circles, one plain and the other bearing a perfect, princess-cut four-carat diamond. I hadn’t even thought about rings until he slipped both of them on my finger during the ceremony, yet another detail he’d somehow managed to get exactly right.
All the times he’d asked me out, patiently waiting for me to say yes.
Everything he’d done to make today special—a private jet, a limo, a gorgeous gown that looked like it had been made for me, beautiful flowers in my favorite color, a stunning ring, and the honeymoon suite at a hotel I’ve always wanted to visit.
His mouth driving me wild.
How hard his dick was in my hand.
His willingness to give me the time I needed before we had sex. Actually, the time he thought I needed because I realized he’d managed to quiet my fears.
“I don’t want to wait, Landon.”
A low sound crept up his chest, feral and wild. Then he lowered himself onto me, his big body covering mine, his hand gripping mine tightly as he kissed me. My legs were spread wide for him, his dick right up against my pussy while he plunged his tongue in and out of my mouth, mimicking what he was about to do lower.
“Fuck, Zoe,” he groaned against my mouth. “I can feel how wet you are for me.”
He shifted, and his cock slid between my folds, making me gasp at how hot and hard he felt against me.
“I need to be inside of you,” he groaned.
“Then do it, Landon. I want you,” I purred in a tone of voice I’d never heard from myself before, as I arched my back and pressed my breasts against his chest.
With his eyes burning down at me, he rocked his hips forward and thrust his cock deep into me, tearing through the proof of my innocence in one powerful surge. I cried out from pain; there was so much of it that tears leaked from my eyes.