His hards are skimming roughly up my thighs until they settle on my ass and he yanks me against him, pressing his straining erection against my suddenly throbbing core.
Just when I feel like I’m going to pass out from lack of breath, he pulls back just enough to allow me to breathe.
I gasp in huge gulps of air as his lips speak against mine, breathing the same air I’m breathing. I feel the wet, feathery slide of them against my swollen flesh as he snarls at me viciously, almost angrily.
“Lie to me! Lie to me and tell me you don’t want this, that your pussy isn’t weeping for it, and I’ll stop.”
I try to form the words. God knows I try…but I can’t. I can’t fucking do it because he’s right. I feel an embarrassing wetness trickling down the insides of my thighs, soaking through my white cheeky panties.
Those blue eyes of his are piercing me knowingly, holding me captive better than any locks or chains ever could. They darken when I don’t speak, and I feel his hand slip between my legs.
“Christ,” he chokes out, his pupils dilating and his nostrils flaring, “That fucking thing is soaked, baby.”
Something warm unfurls within me at the way he calls me “baby,” and I can’t help the whimper that escapes me.
“I know, sweetheart,” he soothes me in response to my whimper, his lips skimming over my neck, dropping wet kisses all along the column. I can’t stop my head from falling back to allow him better access anymore than I can stop the sun from rising.
“That little pussy aches, doesn’t it?” he says as he kisses the rise of my breast that’s exposed at the top of the little floral dress. “I’m going to make it all better.”
The next thing I know his hands are pulling my dress up over my head, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my soaking wet panties.
Before I have a chance to raise my hands up to cover my exposed breasts, he leans down and takes one in his mouth, sucking greedily on it.
I groan as a zap of electricity shoots from where he’s worrying my nipple between his teeth straight down to my swollen sex.
“Gage,” I whine his name, not sure what I’m wanting. Do I want him to stop? No. Do I want him to keep going? No, but, yes. Fuck, I don’t know. I can’t think. My mind is frazzled. I’m nothing but a bundle of nerves and sensations, hyper sensitized to the feeling of his tongue worshipping me while his hands rove over my stomach to slip into the top of my panties as he tugs them down.
“I need another hit,” he rasps against my skin. “Need another taste of that juicy little pussy. Been driving me wild thinking about it every night, remembering the sweet taste of it on my tongue as I fuck my fist, wasting this come that’s meant for you.”
“Oh, god,” I groan out when he drops to his knees and licks me from slit to clit, both his tongue and his words scandalizing me in filthy pleasure.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he tells me in between licks, “we’re going to put this come where it belongs this time, aren’t we?”
He latches onto my clit and begins sucking it with rhythmic pulses of his tongue, and I can’t help myself from screaming out, “Ahhh! Yes!”
“Right here in between these sweet virgin thighs,” he growls as I hear the sound of his zipper coming down.
The next thing I know I’m being lifted off my feet as Gage stands, his engorged cock sticking out from his pants and pointing straight up at me.
I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck to hold on as he lowers me onto his shaft while simultaneously thrusting upward.
“Look at me,” he orders me, and my eyes meet his. His eyes are burning into me with a possessive glint that takes my breath away. “Don’t look away, baby. I want to look at you while I make you mine.”
I didn’t realize he wasn’t all the way inside me until I feel a sharp pain as he grunts and pushes upward while pulling me down. I scream as I feel my hymen ripping open, but Gage doesn’t stop. “Ah, fuck, baby…so tight,” he grits out as he pushes resolutely forward with a harsh curse until he’s bottomed out inside me.
I’m clinging to him for dear life, my whole body trembling and my breath coming out in short little pants as the sharp pain begins to reside only to be replaced by a great pressure.
He’s still as I whimper, his arms banded tight around me, every muscle in his body taut. “That little pussy needs to get used to me fast, baby. I’m not going to be able to hold off much longer,” he groans against my shoulder.
I wiggle a bit, trying to get more comfortable or ease the pressure, but that only makes him slide within me a bit, poking me harder. His guttural groan seems tortured, and then he’s taking charge again, sliding in and out of me. “Fuck, can’t stop, baby. Gotta have you,” he grunts out as he starts out slowly but then amps up until he’s thrusting his hips up into me at a furious pace, bouncing me up and down in his arms like I’m a rag doll that weighs nothing.
With each thrust of his hips, something is spiking deep within me. He’s hitting this spot I never even knew existed, and I feel the pressure building, tingling into something that is a mixture of pain and pleasure but hints at the promise of more. I don’t know what the hell it is, but I find myself throwing my hips down to meet his upward thrusts, searching for it.
“Oh, fuck yes, baby. Fuck me back,” his voice is clipped in between his pants. “Throw that sweet little pussy down on me. My hot, horny, perfect little virgin.”
He captures my lips with his, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in tempo with his strokes before nibbling on my lip, and god, he tastes delicious, like pure male and power and sin.
“Look at me, Ava,” he commands when he finally stops kissing me long enough to pull back and stare down into my eyes.