“Yes!”
“Be a good girl and hold your legs up.” I reach down, grabbing the back of my thighs. It makes me spread my legs wider showing him every inch of my sex. His big hand cups my sex while his thumb grazes back and forth over my clit.
He guides the head of his cock to my opening, only pressing against it. “You’re fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he grits out between his teeth as he makes shallow thrusts in and out of me with the head of his cock.
It feels so good, but I need more. I’m not sure he can fit inside of me, but right now I would die trying.
“More.” I lift my hips to try and sink him deeper inside of me, causing him to freeze his movements.
“Willow.” His eyes narrow on me. “Are you a virgin?” His nose flares, and I can’t tell if he’s mad or not.
“Does it matter?” I lift my hips more, but he leans back, taking his cock with him. He pulls back until only the tip is inside me again. I watch as he wraps his other hand around his cock and starts stroking himself.
“It fucking matters.” He presses his thumb down hard on my clit as he strokes himself faster. “So damn sweet and perfect, and I’m the bastard that wants all of that from you. To keep it all to myself. Just know when I take this little cunt, it’s going to belong to me for all time.” I swear this man is trying to kill me.
It’s too much. Not only because of the built-up need I have for him either. He has no idea how hard those words hit me. Growing up in a home with parents that hardly noticed me, I’m starved for attention. For someone to want me and only me is a first. The fact that he’s claiming me makes my chest ache in a good way.
I cry out his name as the orgasm makes black spots dance in my eyes. I hear Bear groan, but I’m too lost in my own pleasure to understand the words he’s saying now. I feel his warm release spill inside of me, marking me as his.
My eyes fall closed as I release the hold I have on my legs. They don’t drop though. Bear makes sure of it. He picks me up, putting me in the middle of the bed before he flips off the light and joins me.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his body. My back is now pressed against his front. His cock is still hard and pressing against me.
“You didn't take my virginity,” I say with a sigh. My body feels heavy. The pleasure he gave me finally takes its toll.
“Sleep.” He kisses my shoulder and then my neck. I relax more into him and let sleep take me.
12
Theodore
Willow sleeps soundly in the center of the bed. She’s lying on her stomach, looking my way. Her cheeks are still tinted a soft pink. I still can’t wrap my mind around this girl being a virgin. How the hell has she lasted this long without someone trying to claim her? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining one bit.
I stand there and stare at her like an obsessed stalker as she sleeps peacefully. She reaches her arm out in search of something. I move a pillow over for her to grab. She wraps herself around it. All night she’s been all over me in her sleep. I thought sharing a bed with someone else would annoy me, but it did the exact opposite. I wanted to kick myself for originally having the thought of going to the other room to sleep.
It was a bullshit thought. I wasn't going to sleep somewhere else when I could have her pressed against me. All those curves tucked up against me as though she were molded to fit me perfectly. I enjoyed every second of being in bed with her. I’m not sure how I’ll go back to sleeping without her.
It felt damn good. Too good. Something inside of me has settled. A restlessness I didn't know was there until now. I pulled myself out of bed early this morning. She is too much temptation. There was no way I would have lasted all morning with her rubbing herself all over me. All I wanted to do was roll her over and take what she offered me last night and what belongs to me.
I might not have taken her fully, but I was still the bastard who let himself come inside of her. I told myself to pull out, that I could come all over her bare pussy marking it as my own, but I couldn't bring myself to pull out of her. I wanted to mark inside of her. The knowledge that no one had ever been there before had something snapping inside of me.