Seducing the Innocent (Forbidden Confessions 1)

Oliver cranes his head to look upward. “You’ll have to get used to this, you big bastard. You hear me? I’m going to debauch your sister.” He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “I’m going to get inside of you, Kayla. Now. And make you mine always.”

At his vow, my blood turns electric. My pussy cramps with desperate need.

He helps me flat on the bed again and immediately begins to fondle every tingling, aching part of me. My folds are swollen, my juices spilling onto his fingers.

When he rubs my clit in leisurely circles that make me wriggle and arch to increase the friction, I cry out. “Hurry.”

He pulls away. “Believe me, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you. I’ll fuck you until you scream, then release deep inside you, love. I’ll flood you with my seed every morning before we go about our day so I’ll be inside you even when I’m not with you.”

His words alone ramp me up. He’s incredibly possessive, but that arouses me. Best of all, I have no doubt he means it.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I race to comply, feeling his gaze all over my breasts and my flat stomach before settling onto my hairless mound. I show him my puffy, wet cunt. At the sight, his cock bobs, getting harder. The thick head turns purple. Oliver is big, and having him inside me will hurt at first, but I just know he’ll eventually make me cry out in ecstasy.

“That’s a love, with your legs all spread just for me.” He takes his cock in hand and strokes it. “Now open up. Let me see.”

I can’t spread my legs any wider. Already the muscles of my thighs ache, and I look at him in confusion.

“Use your fingers to spread yourself open for me. I intend to see that untouched cunt so I can remember what it looked like before I shoved my cock deep and made you mine.”

I shiver, melting at his demanding words. I do what he says, parting the lips of my pussy with trembling fingers. He studies me for a long moment, swiping his thumb over my clit lightly, back and forth. Just as I gasp with the rising heat of another orgasm, he fits the fat head of his cock against my small opening and starts working his way in.

My body resists, my folds swollen and tight. Oliver isn’t having any of that. He grabs my thighs, lifting them around his hips so they hug his muscled body.

“Put your hands over your head,” he insists.

I hesitate. Once I do, I’ll be defenseless. His cock will invade every corner of my pussy. Now that the moment is here, I fear the pain a little. But I want this. I want him.

Finally, I do as he asks, and something primal tightens his face. “That’s lovely. Perfect. Now be a sweet love and take my cock.”

Before I can respond, he presses in, burrowing his way into my pussy. With the first thrust, he can’t submerge every inch, so he withdraws and takes another plunge in. I cry out. The next thrust still stings, but not as badly. Finally, with a mighty shove, my body yields and takes him in completely, gripping him tightly. His balls slap against my ass.

He tilts his hips and presses in as deep as he can possibly go, then throws his head back with a guttural groan. “Fuck. That’s it. I’ve got every inch inside you.”

I whimper. “It still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. The first few times will be uncomfortable, but that won’t last. I promise.”

He pinches my tender nipples, tweaking them hard again. As I gasp, he eases back, then pushes that big cock into me with slow, deep strokes that have me trembling. My pussy screams. Twinges of pain linger…but the pleasure is building fast. And above it all, I’m euphoric to be with Oliver, to be pleasing him, to be starting our future.

To hopefully be conceiving our first baby.

I move with him as he rocks into me, stroking deep and hitting a spot that has me digging my nails into his shoulders. “Oliver!”

“I’m finally fucking you. You feel like silk around me.” He groans and palms my breasts, pulling on my nipples again. “I love you.”

He picks up the pace, and lightning sparks inside me. My pussy starts to pulse as he fucks me faster, deeper, as if need is overcoming his self-control. My orgasm creeps up as desire pools and coils between my legs. He twists my nipples again. They’re so chafed, and the pain hits me before mellowing into a warm burn that seeps right down to my clit.

“Oliver…” I gasp out, blinking at him.

How does he already understand my body so well?

He smiles. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I pant.

When my body tenses and my pussy begins to flutter around him, he reaches between us and works my clit in slow, devastating strokes. “Come for me.”