Oh no, I think that offended her. The last thing I want to do is offend her.
“Trust me, I do.” I nodded quickly. “I think you’re fucking gorgeous—but you don’t belong here. This isn’t your world. Men like me—and Brody—we’re not the kind of guys you should be mixed up with.”
“I chose to come here.” Her face reflected more annoyance—even my attempt at being rational was failing. “I get told what to do all the time. I didn’t want to be told what to do tonight—I want to have fun.”
No wonder Brody couldn’t say no.
“So this is what you call fun?” I walked closer. “Losing your virginity to some guy you don’t know?”
“If it’s my choice.” She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. “Then yes.”
“You’re a brat,” I chuckled under my breath. “If you were my daughter, I’d lock you in a fucking closet and never let you out.”
“Well I’m not, am I?” She stood and kept the sheet tight around her chest.
“Do you know what a man like me could do to you?” I grabbed her arms. “You don’t belong here—go home.”
“No.” She narrowed her eyes. “If you don’t want me, then see if Brody’s ready to go again. At least he has balls.”
“You little…” I caught my words before I said something horrible.
She didn’t know what she was doing to me—that defiance was a fucking beacon—it made my cock throb even harder than it already was. I loved breaking girls that thought they were better than me—and that wasn’t hard to find considering the station I was born into. She was different. She would be fun to snap into pieces until she didn’t have the power to get up off her knees. But she was Adrian Prescott’s daughter. Touching her was forbidden enough and I had both hands wrapped around her arms.
“You really want this?” I stared into her beautiful emerald eyes.
“Yes.” She nodded quickly.
“Fine.” I stepped on the sheet and pushed her back towards the bed—it unraveled from her body before she hit the mattress.
I tore at my clothes as I climbed on top of her. My lips locked on hers and I forced my tongue into her mouth. I had to fight the desire inside me—the desire to grab one of her nipples and give it a twist just to hear her whimper. She was too delicate for that—I couldn’t take all of the power from her. I couldn’t hurt her—even if it would turn me on more than I already was. Just having a woman that beautiful in my arms was good enough—I didn’t need my dominance to enjoy her body.
My fingers traced her thigh and I rubbed her clit. She was so fucking sensitive—even a touch made her moan. I kicked my pants off an
d pushed my cock against her wetness. She was begging for it—her emerald eyes had a need that burned as bright as mine. Brody hadn’t satisfied her—he just took what he wanted. I was going to savor the moment, enjoy it—and make her come so many times she never forgot the night she wandered into the South Side.
Just book me a one-way ticket to my execution, because I’m going to fucking deserve it.
I drove my cock into her pussy. She moaned—whimpered. She was still tender and sore from learning what sex was like, but she had already felt the pleasure. There was no bottling that back up. She craved it. I started thrusting—watching her movements—feeling her body react. I learned what she liked, how hard she needed it to be—when it needed to be soft. She melted against my skin as I enjoyed her lips, her neck, her ears, and both of her beautiful tits. God, she was tight—it felt like she was made for my cock—every thrust driving me closer to euphoria as my seed begged to be released.
“You feel so good—inside me.” She opened her mouth and a gasp rushed across her lips. “Please don’t stop.”
“Nothing could make me stop right now,” I growled under my breath.
Not even all the king’s horses and all the king’s men.
I hammered her pussy, feeling it tighten on my length as she approached bliss. Once definitely wasn’t going to be enough—not with a woman as beautiful as her. I kept thrusting until I felt the orgasm—then I made her g-spot hum. She erupted and spasmed on my cock. It felt so fucking good, but I fought back against my own need. I wasn’t ready to explode yet. Her back arched as the first orgasm seized her body. I kept fucking her—kept driving my cock into her g-spot—even when her pussy got so tight that I barely felt a thing for a couple of seconds. A second orgasm came—then a third. Her eyes spaced out—she was in heaven. I still wasn’t done.
“That was just the beginning.” I grabbed her hair and kissed her neck, moving up to her ear. “I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come.”
“Oh god!” Another orgasm ripped through her soul.
The pressure in my balls got too intense for me to fight. I held her against me and started erupting inside her, feeling another orgasm as my seed filled her pussy. I barely missed a stroke—I just kept thrusting. I saw exhaustion on her face—her eyes were fluttering. She couldn’t even speak anymore. Her lips tried to move but they didn’t form words. I kept my thrusts steady until she was practically limp in my arms. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I could feel sweat on my brow.
“Come for me one more time, baby.” I pulled on her hair again.
I slammed into her, feeling the twinge in her pussy. She was too weak to come, but that wasn’t going to last long. I kept fucking her—building up speed—fighting against my lust that was begging to be released inside her for the second time. I finally felt her start to come —her body went stiff for a moment as it consumed her. That was it—there was no way she would be able to come again. I unloaded inside of her, thrusting until my balls were drained. She crashed into the mattress when I let go of her. I slumped forward and caught myself before my muscles crushed her beneath my weight. I rolled to the side and crashed hard, feeling the bed shake as my enormous frame hit the mattress.
“Holy shit…” She muttered, barely loud enough for it to be audible.