Captivated

She felt like heaven pressed up against my length, and I wrapped her up tight until I was afraid I would hurt her with my strength. She was tense as soon as we hit the bed, and I realized that as shy as she’s been with me, and as sweet as I found her, I never gave much thought to her being a virgin.

I didn’t want to ask her now though for fear of being disappointed. My cock had already started spitting out precum at the thought, and right on its heels was the fear that I might hurt her with my dick. That fuck has never been so confused. He wanted in yesterday, but the thought of hurting her in any way gave him pause.

In the end, I did the only thing I could. As much as I just wanted to drive my cock into her and fuck until this feeling of need abated, I knew I had to take care of her first. So I left her lips and made my way down her body, nibbling and sucking on everything in my path.

Her tits were a thing of fascination, hard, high, and firm. I spent a lot of time getting acquainted, licking, sucking, biting, all the while listening to the sounds she made and storing them away in my memory bank. She likes to be bitten, not too hard, but hard enough to sting, that shit makes her nipples hard as fuck.

I licked my way down her middle until I came to the place I was dying to taste and lifted her ass in my hands. That ass, damn, it felt even better than it looked and fit in my hands perfectly as if made just for them.

I took my time looking at her pretty pussy, something I don’t remember doing before. Pussies were for fucking, not admiring, hers I admired the fuck out of. It was bare, smooth, and pink. Inside, she was a raspberry color that bled into a deeper shade of pink, the more I opened her up with my fingers.

My mouth hurt for a taste as I lowered my head and sniffed her scent. She even smelled different, like a flower fresh from the rain or morning dew. And her taste, sweet merciful fuck, her taste was unlike anything I’d ever had before.

I licked all around her cunt lips teasingly before attacking her clit and sucking it into my mouth before lapping at her cunt with the flat of my tongue. She moved in my hands, her ass making circular motions as she pushed her pussy hard against my mouth.

And when I gave her my tongue, driving it in deep, she damn near scalped me. I could’ve eaten her out the whole day, but the beast wasn’t having that shit, he’d waited long enough, that fuck had even started having running conversations in the last day or so in which he questioned my sanity and what the fuck I thought I was doing playing this game with my enemy’s kin.

Greedy fuck, he just wanted to fuck. Accustomed as he was to our fuck and bounce game, he couldn’t understand why I’d changed shit up without warning. Add the fact that we’d finally found his owner, and he didn’t know how the fuck to act.

Damien

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I tried pressing him into the bed to give myself some time, but he jumped and revolted until I pulled my tongue out of her and got settled between her thighs. I was still trying to hide him from her, so as much as I wanted to fuck her mouth at this point, I decided to forego that foreplay for next time.

Taking my unruly cock in hand, I lead it to her opening and let the head pop in. It was then reality hit when I realized that she was all the way pure and innocent, and that shit wasn’t just for show. I didn’t know until I eased my cock deeper into her and felt the tight barrier of her maidenhead that I was into that shit.

My heart hurt. It became so full, and in my head, there was a mantra taking place. Mine, mine, mine, fucking mine. In that split second, I’d been thrown back in time, Cro-Magnon man like a motherfucker.

I didn’t want anyone anywhere near her ever again, would kill anyone who tried. Those were the thoughts running through my head when I felt that little piece of flesh tear under the pressure of my thirteen-inch cock. I think I looked down at her in surprise, still not quite believing it.

On top of everything else I’d come to feel for her in the short time we’d known each other, the sense of possessiveness I felt in that moment was astounding. The fiery need in my gut didn’t die, but it was tempered with something softer, something that came from a place that I kept well out of reach of anything that wasn’t my blood.