His tongue flattens onto my buzzing nub as I come. My hips buck uncontrollably, but he holds me steady in his grip, my wet lips grinding back and forth against his. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good. But now I want it all. I want more. And Sasha can show it to me.
“Sasha!” I cry out as the last of my orgasm rolls through me, igniting a sensitivity that sends shivers through my spine. My toes curl, and he releases me, allowing me to slump onto one of the steps as I pant like a dog. I pull my knees to my chest and close my eyes as I begin to gently laugh.
I’m aware of every inch of my body, from my toes to my ears. I could melt into a puddle and not even care. The next thing I know, Sasha has me in his arms and is mounting the stairs like a king claiming a woman from the kingdom he’s just conquered. I’m still trying to even process how I’m still alive after what he did to me on the stairs when I’m tossed face-down on his enormous bed.
Fit for a king.
My eyes blurry, I glance back at him as he lifts my skirt up and bunches it around my waist.
“Christ, Ella. I thought I would be able to hold back, but you didn’t let that happen, did you? You broke this bad man down and made
him your slave. And now I have no choice but to serve you…” He slides out of his clothes and mounts me, his knees on either side of my ass, and lets his cock fall onto my lower back. I feel the weight, the girth, and a flare of fear as I wonder how I’ll be able to take it.
“And now I’m going to give you more pleasure than you ever imagined possible.”
I cry out as he fills me. The stretch is so severe that my eyes water and my mouth hangs open. I’m being filled—overfilled. He doesn’t stop, giving me every inch he has, and there must be so many of them, because by the time he stops pushing, I know for a fact that there’s no more room inside me.
“I know it hurts, Ella. But I can’t hold back. You’re just too sexy. I have to fuck you. Can you take it for me?”
“Yes!” The answer slides out of my mouth without thought. I don’t even know if I can, but I’m going to try.
“You say that now, but that virgin pussy says otherwise. Christ, you’re so fucking tight on my cock, like a fist.”
He moves in an out of me and my eyes go wide. I’m aching from the stretch already, but I bite down on the pillow and force myself to relax. This may be my first time, but I’m dying to please him.
I reach one hand back and feel his strong core muscles as he thrusts, pumping his enormous cock into me, almost pulling all the way out with each stroke. He’s definitely not holding back. His masculinity is overpowering. I’m being claimed, made into a woman, and I know that he’s the only man in the world who could do it.
His cock pulses inside of me, and he presses his full weight on top of me, wrapping his thick arms tightly around my torso. His hungry lips find mine, and he feverishly kisses me like he’s about to lose control.
“Already,” he growls. “I’m already there. I knew that virgin pussy would be sweet, but I didn’t know how sweet.”
“You…you’re going to come?”
“Don’t be disappointed,” he purrs. “I’ll fuck you again. I just need to get this out. Are you on the pill, baby?”
“No…”
I expect him to sigh—be disappointed. But I feel his lips twist into a grin against mine. “Good. You took my nine inches, and now you’re going to take my seed.”
The next thing I feel is a hot shot of warmth spray inside me. I cry out as his cock pumps his cum, causing me to go over the edge as well. My legs shake and tighten around him, and he groans into my ear like an animal. It’s raw. It’s pure. I feel his sweaty chest against my back and grind my hips against him, forcing him deeper, increasing the wonderful ache.
His cum overflows, spills out of me, and runs down my inner thighs. I thought my last orgasm was intense, but it pales in comparison to what I’m feeling now. His strength—I can’t move. He holds his cock deep until the very last twitch and then growls a satisfied sigh of relief and loosens his grip on me.
He lies on top of me for a long time, then gently brushes the hair from my face.
“Yeah,” he says. “There’s no way I can let you go now.”
5
Sasha
Standing on my bedroom balcony, watching the sunrise over Los Angeles, I stretch and smile. It’s a great view—one of the reasons I bought the house—but it pales in comparison to the one in my bedroom.
There she is. My beauty. My angel, lying naked in my bed, dripping with raw sexuality, her curves causing my morning wood to ache with desire.
I fucked her again last night. I woke up around 3:30 and felt her ass pressed against my crotch, and that was it for me. We spooned, I took her and filled her again, then we both passed out together. Shit, we didn’t even say anything. We didn’t have to.
My home is a modern marvel. Second most expensive home in Los Angeles, the first being a gaudy, ostentatious, French-style manor that I wouldn’t buy if you gave me half off. I had this house tastefully furnished and had my art collection brought in. I even have five million in cars in the underground garage. But it wasn’t until now that I realized there was one thing missing.