I indulge in her ass cheeks, squeezing, pressing, feeling how full they are.
They’re ass cheeks I could spend hours on alone, rubbing and pleasing until she’s shivering against me. I wonder if she’d be able to orgasm just from being spanked and rubbed in this way.
“You belong to me,” I snarl, watching the way her features shiver in lust. “Everything you are, everything you’re ever going to be, it’s mine. The second I laid eyes on you, I knew it. I knew you were the one. You’re the woman I’ve been waiting my whole life for. I knew that the fucking moment you stepped out of that house. You are mine, Kimberly. I don’t care if we’ve just met. I don’t care if it’s too much for you to handle. You. Belong. To. Me.”
I squeeze her ass cheeks even harder, my cock tensing and blazing and almost exploding at the sighing moan she makes.
I push her up against the wall with the solid mass of my body.
She looks up at me, all wide-eyed, her lips quivering.
“Say it,” I tell her.
“I’m yours,” she gasps, as though she’s confused, as though part of her thinks this is a dream.
I glance at the bedroom door where the dog is sleeping, across the pitifully small apartment. A woman like this – my woman – deserves so much more. She deserves penthouse apartments and large estates and servants to cater to her every need. She deserves to be kept and supported so that she can follow her passions in life.
“You don’t want to fuck with the dog in the apartment,” I say. “No—you don’t want to fuck because you’re a virgin, and you’re nervous, and you’re scared you won’t please me.”
I’m still playing with her ass cheeks, pushing them together now, feeling the heat of her flesh through the fabric of her skirt. I slide my hands under the hem of her skirt and grab her tights instead.
I’m so close to the blazing hotness of her flesh.
I ache with the proximity of my woman.
“We just met,” she gasps. “I can’t. I need more time. This is all so crazy.”
“Fine,” I snap. “But you’re living in a dreamland if you think I’m leaving here without seeing you tremble for me, Kimberly.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpers when I smooth my hands around her tights, from her ass cheeks to the very top of her thighs.
I slide one hand between her legs, palming her pussy.
It’s just as wet as I knew it would be, soaking through her underwear and her tights.
She collapses against me.
I lay my forearm across her chest, pushing her up against the wall so that I can watch as she quivers.
I skirt my fingers close to her begging cunt, and then I pause, staring hard at her.
I read her face.
Her eyes flicker suggestively. Her forehead creases.
“Holy fuck,” I groan. “You’ve never had an orgasm before, have you?”
“Of course I have,” she says, with a touch of defensive sass beneath her words.
“You horny little thing,” I chuckle. “You’ve given yourself orgasms. But you’ve never had one gifted to you, have you? You’ve never been touched like you deserve to be touched.”
She turns her face away, her cheeks blossoming red, the flush spreading down over her throat. It’s like she’s ashamed.
“That’s a good thing,” I tell her gruffly. “It means you’ll always be mine. We’ll always remember this as the moment I claimed you. Now be a good girl and get ready to come for me.”
“My sister might come home,” she moans.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I snarl. “I need to feel you cream for me. Your pussy is soaked, right through to your tights. You’re desperate for it. But only for me—you’ll only ever get like this from me. Do you understand, girl? Only. Me.”
With each word, I press my hand even harder against her cunt, driving the heel of my palm into her clit. She closes her eyes and collapses against the wall, reaching up to grip my forearm, digging her fingernails in.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans. “Only for you, Kristian. Jesus. That feels so …”
Her voice trails off when I start pumping my arm, grinding the heel of my palm harder and firmer against her pussy. She lies back against the wall, unschooled, with no idea what to do except to quiver atop the pleasure I drive into her.
She bites her lip in an effort to stop her moans from escaping, but even so, she starts to sing and sigh for me, her whole body twitching as I rub my hand faster and harder.
I study her face, her eyes, the way her cheeks tremble. I study the flush spreading deeper into her skin.
My cock pulses each time she moans, as though the two are connected somehow.
Her lips open wide, becoming a perfect just-mine hole. I imagine driving my cock right up to the hilt as she begins to writhe against me.