The Virgin and the Beast (Stud Ranch 1)

I ignore how traitorous the thought is as I rub my butt back and forth against him and buck on his fingers.

He lands another solid wallop on my ass before grabbing my hip for leverage and jamming his length up and down along the crack of my ass.

Nine and ten land in such quick succession I barely have time to count them before Xavier is lifting me up and turning me so that I’m sitting on the towel where my elbows were just braced, on the small flat surface between the tub and the wall. My bottom barely fits on the small ledge and I brace my feet in the water.

Xavier immediately pushes my legs open wider and then, holy shit, his head drops down and his mouth locks on my swollen bud. He sucks and licks and teases me until I’m insane with it.

I’m so primed it only takes half a minute before I’m screaming out my orgasm, hands gripping the edge of the tub because if I touch him, he might stop.

Ahhhhhh— oh God, oh God!

The high is so high it feels like the top of my head is going to pop off.

He just keeps sucking me through the whole thing.

It’s— Oh, oh… So long, so bright, oh—

Until my legs quake with aftershocks.

Only then does he lift me by my waist back into the water.

I blink up at him as his huge body looms over me in the dimly lit bathroom, feeling absolutely dazed. I— That was—

I try to sort out what I’m feeling but it’s like I can’t connect one rational thought to another. He’s literally fucked me stupid.

He leans me against the side of the tub but then gets a grip on the back of my hair like he likes to sometimes. He’s on his knees in the tub and fists his nine-inch cock right in front of my face. With the hand on the back of my hair, he brings my face close to it and even in my brain-dead state, I get the picture. He wants me to suck it.

But he only brings me close enough so I get a full view of every inch of him. The hard, veiny length. The fat, bulbous head. The way it strains in his hand toward my lips. He jerks roughly down the shaft, then brings his hand back to the head, where he rolls and squeezes before tugging hard on the length again.

My eyes flicker up to see his face. His jaw is taut with what looks like a mix of pleasure and pain and satisfaction as his gaze moves between my face and what he’s doing with his hand. Each time he jerks himself he brings me a tiny bit closer to the head of his cock, but never quite makes contact. My sex clenches and saliva rushes my mouth. I have the most ludicrous urge to stick my tongue out. To close that tiny distance between us and—

I squeeze my eyes shut against the ridiculous impulse.

“Watch,” comes his quick rebuke.

My eyes snap open.

There he is again. All of him. There. Pleasuring himself right before my eyes.

Then he shifts forward suddenly so that the tip of him makes contact with my cheek. I gasp in surprise at the hot warmth of him. With his hand on the back of my head, he guides the front and then side of his cock all along my cheek and up into my hair. It’s my first feel of him apart from when he was… inside me. The skin of it is so surprisingly soft. Like velvet.

He yanks my head back and slowly drags his cock across my nose and the top of my upper lip.

Like he wants me to get the smell of him. Right now since we’ve just bathed he mostly smells like soap, but there’s just a hint of manly musk underneath.

My sex clenches again as he draws his cock over to my other cheek where he repeats pumping himself like he did on the first cheek, letting me feel all of his soft, smooth length. But so rock hard underneath the smooth.

He pulls back, but now when he jacks himself, every time his hand rolls across the tip, he rubs it against my face. Maybe on my cheek, maybe teasing my upper or lower lip. Maybe just underneath my chin. He never lingers or demands anything of me.

All I can hear is the increasing volume of his heaving breath and the slap of his skin on skin. He never lets up on his controlled grip on the back of my hair. With the way he has hold of me, I can’t look up to see his face anymore.

Only his cock. It’s too easy for the rest of the world to drop away and everything to narrow down to this—the water lapping around us, the steamy darkness, and his cock.

Where will he land it next? Will he finally push inside my mouth instead of just teasing at my lips? What would he taste like? These seem to be the only thoughts I’m capable of at the moment.

And then his forefinger taps at my lip. “Open.”

Finally.