Wilson took her hands, putting them on his boxer briefs, and together, they slowly slid them down. His dick sprang forward, and even though she knew by biology they were supposed to fit, she didn’t know if it was going to be possible. He was long, thick, and the tip was already slick.
Nerves assailed her, but she tried not to let them show, but she doubted she did a good enough job.
Her heart raced, and Wilson reached down, cupping the back of her neck and helping her to her feet. He drew her close to him, so they were flush, body to body. Wilson was so much bigger than her.
When he kissed her, she felt complete, and the nerves slowly ebbed away. They returned full force as the bed hit the backs of her legs.
She didn’t stop it though. Not when he moved her onto the bed and then kissed her. This time, lightly, almost fleetingly before his lips moved down her body.
She whimpered as he captured one of her nipples. Never had she been kissed, licked, or sucked, so as he paid careful attention to her tits, she felt like her entire body was ready to explode from the sensation.
Nothing made sense, and yet her body told her exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and she was nothing more than putty to her needs.
Wilson moved to her other breast, devoting just as much attention to that one as he did the first. He used his teeth, creating enough of a bite that it almost was too much, but then the flat of his tongue soothed out the pain, and she wanted more, but he stopped, slowly moving down her body.
Down he went to her stomach, and his hands went to her thighs, spreading them open, but she wanted them closed so she could create some friction, to feel the pleasure of rubbing her clit.
Wilson held her open, and she watched in awe as he put his arms on either side of her legs and then used his fingers to gently hold the folds of her sex. The moment his tongue touched her pussy, Macie knew she’d gone to heaven. He was wet and hard, and soft. As he stroked over her clit, she’d never felt anything like it.
So much sensation in one small package as he stroked over and over.
The pleasure was intense.
She couldn’t believe how good it felt, and as he worked her body, she also felt that spiraling sweetness of her orgasm as it began to build. Within seconds of his tongue on her pussy, Macie screamed his name as she came, rubbing herself onto his face as he prolonged her orgasm.
Macie begged him to stop, and then to continue, not wanting it to end but also feeling too much.
When he did, Wilson pressed a kiss to her thigh, and he moved up between her thighs.
Still on her orgasm cloud, Macie looked at him, not registering what was happening, feeling the hard probe between her thighs. Then she screamed as in one hard thrust, he tore through her virginity. All the pleasure came crashing down as the pain took over.
Wilson captured her hands and swallowed her cries, kissing her. Tears filled her eyes, and she couldn’t believe how painful it was.
Of course, she knew it could be painful, but she hadn’t exactly realized how much.
“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you go.”
His words soothed her pain, along with his kisses.
This was the best and worst experience of her life. Would Wilson even want her after this?
Chapter Three
Wilson lowered Macie into the bath.
“You don’t have to carry me everywhere. I don’t mind walking.”
“And I don’t mind carrying you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips as the bubbles engulfed her. He’d never forget the look on her face as he tore through her virginity. What he would remember, though, were the sweet sounds of her release as he held himself still within her and made her finger her pussy until she came on his cock. That was what he’d remember. “I’ll be back. Soak yourself.”
He left her in the bathroom and returned to his bedroom, where the evidence of what he’d just done glared at him.
The blood-soaked sheets. The stark reminder of what he’d done.
Running a hand down his face, he didn’t care that he’d taken her virginity. The only guilt he felt was at the sharp pain he’d caused her, and for women, that pain was necessary. There was nothing he could do to take it away.
He blew out a breath, gathered up the sheets, and each time he looked at the blood, he felt something primal fill him. He knew exactly what it was.
Macie was his now.
There was no way he’d allow any other man to touch her or make love to her, or to have anything to do with her. She was all his now, and he wasn’t going to let her go.