She nodded. “I know, but I want this, want you.”
Yes, she wanted this more than anything right now, and she didn’t want anything standing in her way … not even herself.
Chapter Seven
Without any more talk Rebel took her virginity. In one fluid motion he shove all of his hard, thick, long inches into her body. She was pushed up the bed from the force of his thrust, and her own movements because of the discomfort that slammed into her.
When he was fully inside of her he stilled, giving her time to adjust, maybe giving himself time, too. “You feel so fucking…” He didn’t finish speaking, but the groan that came from him spoke volumes. “Are you okay, Rosie?”
She swallowed, her body tense, the discomfort real, but the pleasure of finally being with Rebel overcoming everything else. “I’m fine.”
“Does it hurt a lot?”
She shook her head. “I’m fine. I want this.”
He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, over her collarbones, and then moved back to her mouth to kiss her possessively. He fucked her with his tongue, pushing it past her lips, stroking the interior, and claiming every part of her.
The sheets were chilly against her overheated body.
“Spread wider for me, baby.”
She did as he asked and felt him go inside of her deeper, if possible.
“Yeah, that’s so fucking it.”
He pulled out and pushed back in, and an involuntary gasp left her at the feel of how deep he was going, and how stretched she was. The base of his shaft pressed against her clit every time he pushed into her.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he groaned against her mouth.
“Rebel,” she breathed out his name as pleasure rocked her entire core.
He broke the kiss and went back to sucking her breasts, licking them, running his tongue over every inch of them. Her nipples tingled, throbbed from his ministrations.
“Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me, so juicy.”
Yeah, she was so wet, and it was all for him. Her inner muscles clenched, and Rebel grunted in response.
“I don’t want this to hurt for you, Rosie.” He pushed into her gently. “I want to make this good. I want this to be good for you.”
“It’s good, Rebel.” It was uncomfortable, yes, but every second that passed the more it started to feel even better, more intense. “Just be with me, Rebel.”
“Christ, Rosie.” He kissed her softly. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“I don’t want the sweet and gentle side of you, Rebel. I want the real you.”
She saw his pupils still dilated, could see the change in his expression, and she knew Rebel was about to show her the real him, the feral and intense side of him.
“You want the crazy side of me, Rosie?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
He closed his eyes and thrust into her again, harder this time. “You want me to be fucking dirty with you, filthy in the good ways?”
She could only nod.
He stared at her for a second before speaking again. “You want me to fuck you with my big cock?”
A gasp of pleasured surprise left her at his dirty words.
“You want me to stretch out this virgin pussy so it fits perfectly around my dick?”
“God, Rebel.”
“Yeah, I’ll have you screaming that before the night is over with.”
He started thrusting in and out of her a little harder and faster than before.
“I want to hear you say it, baby. I want you to ask me for it.”
This was what she wanted. She wanted this free and bad boy Rebel that she’d fallen in love with.
“I want you, Rebel.”
He shook his head. “Say the fucking words, Rosie.”
“I want your cock stretching me.” It felt weird saying that, but it also felt freeing. But he stopped moving and pulled out of her.
“Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy. Ask me to lick you until you come.”
His words fueled her, made her stronger. But when she opened her mouth nothing came out.
“You want that?” he asked again, now having his hands on her inner thighs and smoothing them closer and closer to her pussy.
“I want that,” was all she could say.
And then Rebel was between her thighs only seconds later. He used a little bit of force to spread her thighs even wider, his warm breath puffing along her exposed pussy.
“Oh. God.”
She loved when he groaned, the noise vibrating throughout her whole body, centering right on her clit.
“I am going to eat you out so fucking hard, Rosie. I’m going to make you come all over my mouth and beg for more.” He licked her from the opening of her pussy to her engorged clit at the top of her mound. He’d then slide back down again.
He repeated this action over and over again until Rosie couldn’t breathe, let alone think of anything else. Her climax was approaching swiftly, and she didn’t know if she’d survive it.