Rough Stuff (The Untouchables MC 3)

Kelly’s hands grabbed my shoulders and she let out a moan of pure ecstasy. I smiled against her pillowy lips and moved up to her clit. I flicked my tongue against it and she gasped. Everything was new to her, every single sensation. She’d never done any of this before.

The crazy thing was, it felt like the first time for me too.

“Hmm . . .”

I felt my cock lurch against the bed and moaned in agony. Being this close to her and not having her was killing me. I’d been in locations and on covert missions in terrible conditions. Extreme heat, cold, living in tents, ditches, and bombed-out buildings. But I’d been able to control my senses and my mind.

Not tonight.

Not now.

Not with Kelly.

I wanted her too fucking bad.

I slid a finger inside her and grimaced at the way her petals clung to me. Slippery, smooth, and so tight. I knew being inside her was going to be the best thing I’d felt in my life, by far. But she was still too tight. There was no way I could do this without hurting her.

I hadn’t had a woman in a long time, but none of them had felt like this. I’d barely felt anything. Sex had been a simple act, rough and dirty with an orgasm as the only goal. Not something to prolong, to enjoy. A rough and expedient means to an end.

This was as different as night and day.

Every time I was with Kelly, I never wanted it to end. Even that torturous night when I couldn’t get her clothes off. Even all the times I’d held her for only a few minutes, or stolen a kiss.

I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked, drumming my tongue against it as I worked a second finger inside her. I stroked them in and out, trying to gently widen her passage. She undulated around my fingers as she came. I licked it up as she flooded my mouth with her nectar. I didn’t stop. I needed her to relax and open. Slowly but surely, my fingers moved with more ease. I thought I might have a chance of fitting inside.

Kelly was still trembling from her third orgasm when I finally reached for the condom on the bed table. I didn’t want to use one. I wanted to feel everything. Skin on skin.

But more than that, I wanted to see her belly round with my child.

Then again, it would be a hell of a thing to get the girl pregnant on the first time. Her mother would never forgive me for that. Kelly might not either.

I cursed as I kneeled in front of her, spreading her legs to reveal that perfect, glistening wet pussy. My cock wanted in. Now.

Nothing on earth could have held me back at that moment.

I rubbed it against her, and we both moaned, it felt so good. There was actual electricity leaping back and forth between us. I grunted as I pressed myself just inside her swollen pussy lips.

“Kelly . . . Christ! You’re still too tight.”

I started to pull out, but she gripped my arm, her eyes pleading with me.

“Hmm . . . Cain, please don’t stop!”

She was gripping me like a vise. I hissed through my teeth in pleasure as I inched forward. I felt her hymen and stopped.

This was it. My sweet girl’s last vestige of innocence. The ultimate symbol of her belonging to me. Other than a wedding ring, of course.

There was no turning back once I did this. Not that I wanted to. I knew she was mine from the moment I laid eyes on her. Now, I was finally going to make it fact.

“Try and relax. This might hurt.”

She stared at me, her hooded eyes suddenly opening wide. She nodded in encouragement. I could tell she was steeling herself for the pain.

“Do it.”

I almost smiled at her, she was so brave. But I wouldn’t. Not when my dick was being hugged by the tightest, slickest pussy I could have imagined. The most perfect pussy. The most perfect girl.

I pulled back slightly and pushed forward, trying to nudge her hymen out of the way. It wasn’t working. I was too big and she was too tight.

“Shit. Fuck, I’m sorry. Hold on.”

I sawed my cock back and forth a few times but got nowhere. I closed my eyes. I was going to have to do this the hard way. It would hurt and I would feel like a righteous bastard.

“I’m going to have to push through. Unless you want me to stop.”

I waited, afraid that she would tell me to stop. I would, of course, but I didn’t want to. There was only one thing I wanted to do less.

I didn’t want to hurt her.

“It’s okay. I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

I pressed a quick kiss to her gorgeous lips and then focused. I pulled back and rammed myself forward. I felt the barrier tear away. She cried out and turned stiff in my arms. I held perfectly still, breathing heavily as I willed myself not to thrust into her like a wild animal.