“Good girl,” he rasps, pressing his erection there, pressing, shifting it, grunting in frustration. “Ahhh Christ. Tight virgin kitty we’ve got here, baby. I’ve got some work to do before I can teach you to fuck, don’t I?” His kiss doesn’t allow me to answer. It absorbs my thoughts, distracts me as Granger props one of my ankles on his shoulder and presses his steel sex against my core again, spearing me with the engorged tip, punching his hips with a groan, delivering more. More. Sweat appearing on his forehead, his teeth clenched, eyes obsidian. “So wet. So innocent.”
“Is it going to hurt?” I hiccup, my fingers curling into the edge of the desk.
“As soaked as you are, honey?” He shakes his head, his hips starting to roll forward and back in a sensual undulation, his jeans slipping farther down his legs. “Not for long. I’ll make it good, Peyton, just have to get it all in first. Have to.”
The deeper he gets inside of me, the more pressure begins to mount, but I trust him not to hurt me unnecessarily. It’s my first time with a man, in any capacity, so I have nothing to compare to this stretching sensation. The fullness of his flesh inside of mine, wedging deeper and deeper, until he releases a satisfied growl, our hips flush, his mouth panting on top of mine.
“You’re taking all of me now.” He rocks gently, hissing a breath. “Goddamn, I knew this pussy would be sweet and tight, but it’s like being in a fucking vise.”
I breathe through the tinges of pain. “Is that bad?”
“Jesus, no, baby. It’s so damn good.” His lower body ebbs back and grinds forward, his mouth falling open on a broken moan. “It’s so, so good. It’s heaven and I don’t deserve it.”
Those words distract me from the pain and I find myself relaxing, even opening my legs wider to him. “Yes, you do.” I reach up and unbutton my shirt, pulling it open and watching his expression slacken with lust, riveted by my breasts. “You deserve this. I wouldn’t have waited for you otherwise.”
“Peyton,” he rasps, leaning in to kiss my mouth long and thoroughly.
Lovingly.
“I want to watch you get helpless while you’re inside of me,” I whisper against his lips, flexing the intimate muscles that cradle his manhood. “Want to watch your need turn…critical.”
“It’s always critical,” he grunts, taking two handfuls of my backside and squeaking me closer on the desk, his hips beginning to pump faster. Faster. “Christ. Stop squeezing my dick so hard. You’re going to make me come.”
But it’s too late.
I’m addicted to giving him pleasure.
Amazing how it happened in the blink of an eye. I went from a clueless virgin to understanding my power, my ability to make his body come undone. And it turns me on, suddenly holding the key to making this man’s willpower snap. I arch my back and show off the bounce of my breasts in the opening of my shirt, I throw my other ankle up onto his shoulder—and that is what breaks him.
“FUCK!” he roars, pitching forward and bending me in half, his hips slapping down against mine roughly, possessively, his sex hard and swollen, ramming in and out of my entrance, a touch more violently every time. “Do you know what it did to me? Watching the sweet little kindergarten teacher rub her clit, that tight ass wiggling around in the chair? No idea how to come. Just knowing it feels good. I almost broke the fucking cock cage, baby.” He rakes his teeth up the side of my neck. “Horny little fairy needed a big bad dick, didn’t she?”
My eyes are rolled back in my head, a heady sensation beginning to wrap around me, beckoned by his gloriously crude language, the friction being created by our straining bodies. And oh God, even the ferocious sounds of this man mating me turns the dial on my pleasure to a fever pitch until I’m moaning right along with him, lifting my hips eagerly for his forceful drives.
“Granger,” I whine.
He pushes his thumb into my mouth and I suck it automatically, wanting any part of him inside of me, desperate for his taste. “Yeah, that’s the first and last name you’ll ever fucking moan, do you understand me?” He bears down with his hips, smacking into me with punctuated pumps. “This is your first and last cock, Peyton. I’m your first and last man. Say it.”
“First and last,” I whimper, my thighs beginning to tremble. “First and last!”
I’m not expecting the rush of bliss to blindside me, but it does, it careens into my loins, squeezing, and I scream. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register that I’m having an orgasm, but surely this feeling can’t be whittled down to a single word. It tears me apart, my womanhood clenching to the point of pain, pleasure, pain and all I can do is ride it out, accept Granger’s animalistic humping, vaguely hearing the bump of the desk inching along the floor.