“Your pussy is stunning.” He takes in a deep breath, and his eyes hood. “Smells delicious.”
His mouth covers my crotch, and the sensation is overwhelming.
“No! Oh, God, no.”
I try to pull back, but he grips my ass, and his licks turn harsher. He pushes his tongue deep inside me until I cry out again.
I fight the sensation while he holds me steady as he devours me until I can’t fight the feeling anymore. The intense burn builds deep inside of me. I buck against his face and grab his hair.
“Yes, oh, yes,” I cry out shamelessly.
He sucks and licks and feasts on me as wave after wave of pleasure rips through my core like it never has before.
“Stop,” I whimper when I feel like I won’t ever recover from what I know is the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced.
He doesn’t listen. He pushes a finger deep inside of me and then another as he sucks and licks at my clit.
“Oh, no,” I cry, gripping the pillow as the burn comes again. “I can’t, Jason. I—”
“Come for me, Lo. Come for you,” he growls.
“I don’t think—”
“You have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. You taste so good.” He flattens his tongue against me, and I cry. He looks up at me. “Don’t ask me to stop. I won’t.”
His mouth and fingers continue to pleasure me, and I hold nothing back. My legs are now like rubber, and I am out of breath from trying to hold back.
Finally, he pushes himself away with a look of regret.
He then bends back down and kisses me there again before he kisses his way up my body.
With one hand, he holds himself above me, and with the other, he strokes himself. It’s beautiful. Everything about him is strong and controlling. I feel safe with him.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.”
I nod.
“Look at me, angel.”
I open my eyes wider. I would do anything to please him right now, anything.
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
I spread my legs wider so his large body can fit between them.
He rubs his cock up and down my seam, coating it with my wetness.
“So wet, so hot, and so fucking greedy for my cock, aren’t you, angel?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you want,” he says, continuing to rub against my highly sensitive pussy.
“I want you, Jason. I want you.”
He slams into me then bends down to taste my nipples and then my mouth. He draws back from our kiss as he pulls out almost fully.
“See how you taste, Lo? How fucking good you taste?”
He rams into me again and kisses me harder this time. Then he pulls out.
“No. Please, no,” I beg, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him toward me.
“Fuck!” he roars and slams into me over and over and over again. “Come, Lo. Fucking come,” he pants.
“I can’t . . . Oh, God,” I cry out.
He pounds into me until I feel my orgasm rip through me again. Then he pulls out, grips himself, and falls back on his heels, still stroking himself.
“I’m gonna come so hard.”
I sit up quickly. “I want it. I want your come.”
“Aw, fuck, Lo,” he hisses, looking at me adoringly. “Open up, angel. It’s all yours.”
I lean in and open my mouth. He grips the back of my head and pulls me closer until I feel my throat muscles contract. I gag as his hot, thick liquid gushes into my mouth while he cries out my name.
My name.
When he pulls back, holding himself, he rubs the head of his cock across my lips. “Thank you.”
I lie back, unable to take my eyes off him, this man who makes me feel so much more than fear, so much more than pain. He just makes me feel so very good.
I smile and close my eyes. “No, thank you. That was . . .” I stop, not wanting to feel shame or embarrassment.
“Tell me, angel.”
“In a way, you were my first.” I keep my eyes closed. “I’ve never been with anyone who didn’t think or pretend they were doing it with her.”
“Are you kidding me? High school? College?”
“No. Just him and you. But really, just you.”
I feel the bed dip, and then he is beside me, pulling me against him. “But you were with him.”
“Not without a wig,” I whisper. “No one has ever said my name like you did, Jason.” I yawn and scoot back against him. “No one.”
He rubs his rough hand up and down my arm as a soft growl escapes him. “Sleep, angel. I’ve got you.”
I whisper, “I don’t want to go back there.”
“You won’t. Tomorrow is a new day, Lo. Tomorrow, your life begins.”
I fall asleep in his arms. I feel safe, I feel loved, and for the first time in forever, I feel comfortable. I feel comfortable because of him.
I wake to hands squeezing my ass and a low chuckle. “Get up, Lo; it’s noon.”