His cock began to stir, especially as her tears subsided.
There was no child in the house. No baby to invade their space. She was sad, and he had the perfect solution for distraction.
Grasping her chin, he tilted her head back.
“What are you doing?”
He slammed his lips down on hers and kissed her hard. He was doing what he should have done days ago.
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It was wrong of her to even respond. Winter’s nipples tightened and heat coiled between her thighs. Need flooded every single part of her. This was selfish. She shouldn’t be allowing herself to fall for him, but as he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to her neck, she closed her eyes.
She didn’t want to think. What he was doing to her stopped her from thinking.
Wrapping her arms around him, she sank her fingers into his hair, gasping as he sucked on her pulse. Her pussy ached from the contact.
His hands went down to her ass and she didn’t fight him as he lifted her up. She was a virgin, but she didn’t care. For one night, she just wanted to feel and to forget about everything. They were just two sexes. One man, one woman.
He kicked open the door of his bedroom and outside, she heard the rain start to pick up. The unmistakable sound of thunder as it crashed and the shocking flash of light.
“Tell me to stop, Winter, or I’m going to fuck you.”
She wanted him to.
She worked on his shirt, taking it out of his pants, and started to lift it over his head. He grabbed her shirt, but rather than preserve it, he tore it in two. His strength exposed her naked body to his gaze. He cupped her tits, and she cried out, feeling the pleasure rush through her entire body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. He pushed her breasts together and a gasp escaped her lips as he licked and sucked at her nipples. She watched him as his tongue danced across her flesh, setting her on fire, lighting a spark within her, a hunger more acute than anything she’d ever experienced.
I want him naked.
She grasped his belt and began to open it. His hands danced down her skin but she managed to take control, pull down his pants, followed by his boxer briefs, and paused. He was naked.
His cock was big. Massive. Long and thick, it pulsed at the tip, like it wanted to be touched. An abundance of pre-cum leaked out of the tip. She didn’t know if that was normal for men and she didn’t care.
He didn’t keep her on her knees for long.
His strength never failed to surprise her as he pulled her up, tossing her onto the bed. He went for the belt at her hips and started to open it up.
She didn’t fight him as he pulled the jeans off her body, throwing them across the room. Today had been the first day she’d worn the clothes she came to his home in. They’d been washed and she’d left them in her wardrobe.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
Staring into his eyes, she opened her thighs for him. No man had ever seen her or touched her. His fingers grazed from her knee, going inside her legs to cup her pussy. She gasped as he stroked between her slit.
“You’re a virgin, right?” he asked.
She nodded her head.
“Good. I don’t want any man to know how sweet you smell or just how good you taste.”
“Taste?”
He moved between her thighs and in the next second, she felt his tongue stroking across her clit. The instant hit and pull of pleasure shook her to the core, but she didn’t stop aching for more, hungry for him, desperate.
“Fuck!” She couldn’t help but scream as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He used his teeth to cause another bite of pain, soothing it out and then biting again. He licked and sucked at her nub at the same time as cupping her ass.
She’d never been held in such a way before. She couldn’t think.
Her orgasm took her completely by surprise as he licked and sucked at her flesh. He didn’t stop at one. He brought her to a second and this time, he moved up her body.
“I know it’s going to hurt for you this first time, but I’m going to make it as good for you as I possibly can.” He cupped her cheek, smiling at her.
She trusted him.
Even as she tensed up when his cock stroked over her entrance, she wanted this and was more than ready to give herself to him. His gaze was on hers and she stared into his eyes that were brown with the barest hint of gray.
She’d dreamed about him so much over the past couple of weeks. This was what she wanted. She wanted him. He was the first man she could ever see herself with.