Captivated (Whiskey Run 2) - Page 16

When I've licked her until she’s fully sated, I stand up and I feel as if I can do a 400lb bench press. I lick my lips staring down at her perfection.

She was self-conscious earlier, but now I don't even think she's worried about anything. Her chest is heaving, her breast shaking.

"Fuck," I say.

She raises up on her elbows. “What is it?”

“I'll be right back.” I hate to walk away, but I don't carry any protection on me. I haven't needed to. I walk into the bathroom, praying that I have something there. In the very back of the cabinet, I find the box and shake it, but it feels empty. I open it, and there is one. One. It will have to do. I'll just have to go into town for more later because I'm definitely going to need more than one.

I rip it open and slide it over my hard cock, all while walking back to the bedroom. I'm sure I look like I don't know what I'm doing, with my cock bobbing between my legs and me fighting to wrap on a condom.

She's staring at me, and I'm amazed at just how beautiful she is. Her eyes are dim, and I know what kind of life she's had. I'm going to do my best to make sure that things are different for her from this point forward. I want her to smile... always.

The closer I get, the bigger her eyes get. I can't help but smirk. "It's okay," I soothe her.

"I don't think..."

"What is it, baby? If you want to wait, we’ll wait," I tell her, already having to pinch myself off. I can come in an instant, there's no doubt about it.

"I don't want to wait," she says, and I move so I'm lying across her, my cock hard and pressing against her hip. "You will be my first, Brett."

My head falls to her shoulder, and I have to remind myself to breathe. I knew, how could I not know? But hearing her say the words is a whole other ballgame. “I'm not going to lie to you. It might hurt. But I promise I'm going to make it good after that."

She's nodding her head. "I trust you."

Her words go straight to my heart. She trusts me. I vow right then and there that I'll never give her a reason to doubt that trust she's put into me.

I raise up on my knees and position myself between her legs. I'm dying to thrust into her pink, pretty tight pussy. My cock is weeping for it. But I restrain with every muscle in my body pulled tight.

With one hand on my dick, I rub my cock along her wet swollen lips. She moans, lifting her hips, and I almost face plant as my body lurches. "Fuck baby."

Her thighs tighten around me, and I push into her slowly. I barely get the tip in and I have to stop and remind myself to breathe. She's too hot, too wet, and too tight. She's too everything right now.

"Kiss me," I tell her.

She leans up willingly, and I press my lips to hers. Our kiss deepens, and I force myself to take it slowly as I push inside her. Inch by inch, I press into her. The moment I hit the tiny piece of skin that is keeping me from taking her, I stop. I try to end the kiss, and her hands dig into my shoulders as she whimpers. She needs this. She needs it and wants me kissing her when I take her. I bite her bottom lip softly, then a little harder as I slide through her innocence. I don't know which one of us groans louder, but our kiss continues and I sink deep into her softness.

When I'm completely inside her, she pulls back. "I'm fine. I'm fine."

I wipe a tear off her cheek. "You sure?"

She nods, and I start to move. Her insides are hugging me, making friction with even the slightest of movements.

In and out I thrust. I reach between us because I want her to come again too. I want to feel her milking my dick as we come together. When she moans, I keep that same pace and apply more pressure to her clit. She's raw and sensitive, but she's urging me on with her whimpers and moans.

"I need to come, Emma," I tell her in a guttural declaration.

"Yes, please yes," she says.

"I need you to come with me. Let it go, baby."

I thrust once, twice, and the third time she's writhing underneath me, her body spasming uncontrollably. Her pussy constricts, tight like a vise on my cock, and I shoot rope after rope of cum into the condom.

Not wanting to hurt her, I fall to my elbows and rest my head between her breasts. Her hand goes to my hair, and she threads her fingers through my strands. I raise my head and let my chin lie on her chest. I stare at her for the longest time while she looks back at me.

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