“I want you to f—fuck me,” I said.
It was only because I felt like my body might explode if it didn't get what I needed in that moment that I was finally able to utter the words he wanted to hear. I desperately needed a release. I needed him. Needed to feel him inside me like I'd never needed anything before. And in that moment, I was willing to say whatever he wanted me to say to get what I wanted. What I needed.
“Louder,” he commanded.
I cleared my throat and tried my best to speak up, “I want you to fuck me.”
Just saying those words, those naughty words, felt wrong, but strangely enough, it also felt empowering. I had to admit that it felt good and made me feel strong, powerful. Riding that heady wave, I spoke louder and clearer than I ever had before.
I could do this. What's more, I wanted to do this.
Gavin stood up, licking his lips clean of my juices as he stared down at me. Slowly and methodically, making sure my eyes were on him, he lifted his shirt, showing off his six-pack abs. He raised the shirt higher, giving me a view of a toned, chiseled chest that was covered in ink. I couldn't make out most of the designs, but I could see they were a colorful mishmash of art, beautiful designs highlighting an already perfect chest.
I sat up and Gavin took my hand, pulling me to a standing position. He kissed me, the taste of my warm, wet center still present on his lips as he reached behind me to unhook my bra. With dexterous fingers and a well-practiced ease, he removed the snaps of my bra. It flew open, fell to the floor at my feet, and my breasts fell free into his large, strong hands.
With a feline smile, he reached over to the nearby table, and my heart skipped a beat for a moment, fearing what sort of toy or contraption he might use on me, but instead of one of his oversized dildos, he grabbed a small bottle of something.
“Give me your hands,” he said.
I put my hands out, palms up, as he directed, and he squirted the liquid into my hands. It felt like an oil or lube, sort of cold and slippery against my skin. It leaked between my fingers, but he'd already squeezed more than enough into my hands that losing a little bit of it didn't matter. I stood there and waited for direction.
“Now, reach down and touch me,” he said.
I reached for his chest, but he stopped me, a deep, rolling laugh coming from his throat. I looked up at him with fear and mortification in my eyes. I'd done something wrong. Something worth laughing at me about. But, he gave me a gentle smile that put me at ease. “Not there,” he said. “Use your hands to put the lube on my cock.”
Feeling like a blithering idiot, I gave him a lopsided smile and shook my head. Duh. What was I thinking? I looked down and gasped as I stared at his length and girth. A flutter of fear blended with anticipation stole through me as I looked at his long, thick cock. Gavin took my hands and helped move them lower toward his shaft, and then stopped with my hands still a few inches away from him.
Just as he'd done with his boxers, he made it clear that if I wanted to move things forward, I'd have to do as I was told. I'd have to be the one to initiate things. It was all on me.
“Go on, Josie,” he said. “You know you want to. Give in to your lust. Give in to the desire swirling around inside you. I can see it in your eyes. Don't deny yourself this, Josie. Don't deprive yourself of what you want.”
Reaching out slowly, I wrapped my hands around the base of his dick, gripping him tightly. Squeezing him tightly, I moved my hands up and down the length of him, letting the silky-smooth liquid in my hands coat every inch of his shaft. I was trembling, so fearful that I wasn't doing it right, but Gavin moaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed. I took that to be a good sign.
Every inch of skin on his stiff prick was smooth and slick now, and my hands glided along his shaft, moving easily and effortlessly. I worked some of the lube on the tip of his cock, stroking the rounded head with my hand, relishing the way it felt in my hands.
He took a few steps forward, backing me up against the bed. Placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing his body to mine, Gavin pushed me down onto the bed, flat on my back. His naked body was on top of me, and he hovered there, holding himself up on his arms while he looked down at me as his erection pressed against my stomach. I still had ahold of his cock with one hand and I gave him a firm squeeze that drew a soft moan from him. Reaching down with one hand, he spread my legs and situated himself between them.
The tip of his rod pressed against my opening, and my body, seeming to be acting of his own accord, arched upward. Even though I knew it would hurt, I wanted him inside me. I needed him. I needed to finally give myself over to a man.
He parted the velvety fold of my lips with the tip of his cock. And looking deep into my eyes, he gave me that devilish little grin as he thrust the tip himself into me. He stretched me open wider than I'd ever been stretched open before. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
He gave me another thrust, driving a bit more of himself into me. And as he slipped in a couple more inches, I was stretched open even further. The ache between my thighs was there as I'd feared, but the pain wasn't nearly as intense as I thought it would be, especially for a man his size.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled through clenched teeth.
Gavin grabbed my leg with his hand and pulled it up, and my other leg seemed to just naturally follow suit. My legs were wrapped firmly around his waist as he moved his lower body, pulling himself out of me.
I groaned, but then cried out, digging my fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders as he buried himself inside me again—this time driving the entire length of his cock into me. I bit my bottom lip but screamed anyway, feeling myself being split open by his massive cock. And yet, despite the rush of pain that flooded my body, it felt so amazing at the same time.
And as he started to move himself inside me, the torrent of pleasure was so intense, so amazing, I could hardly stand it.
Chapter Six
Gavin
Given that it was her first time, I knew I had to be gentle with her—fuck, it was hard. She was a virgin and was so incredibly tight. It actually pinched a bit at first, but the rush of pleasure that followed was so intense, I thought I might blow my load early. I had to hold myself back to keep from losing it too soon. I wanted to make this last—for the both of us.
My cock was deep inside her, though, sheathed in her pussy at last. I could feel every muscle inside her clench and release my cock as her body adjusted to this new sensation. With her hands, she held onto me for dear life, her nails digging into my back. I looked into her eyes and saw the naked need in them. I smiled because I knew she wanted it.