I have to do this because I want to do this.
My fingers slip underneath the elastic and pull down. Out springs his long, thick, veiny cock. I'm intimidated. This is not what I'm used to, not that I have anything to be used to in the first place but still…he is clearly huge and is definitely going to be a challenge.
My hand grabs the base, my fingertips trying to touch as I wrap my hand around his pulsing member but he’s too thick, too girthy. I don't dare to look up because I'm too shy and need to stay focused on the task at hand. After a few pumps, I drop to my knees and attempt to put his cock in my mouth.
Leaning in, I take in his musky scent, see the beads of precome bubbling from the tip of his dick. His manhood pulses in my grip as I bring my lips forward and wrap them around the crown of his cock.
Forcing myself forward, I’m able to stuff him inside of me until my lips reach a quarter of the way down, which is as much as I can take right now, and should be plenty to work with even though it’s only a fraction of what he has on offer.
There won't be any deepthroating, but I can still satisfy him. I have all the confidence in the world.
Up and down my lips go on his rod, my body and mind so into, every nerve ending I have firing to the point that I can feel the thick vein on the underside of his shaft pulse over my bottom lip.
Running his hand through my hair he moans brokenly. There's a little bit of aggression in his grip, possessiveness, but for the most part, he's gentle with me. He doesn’t try to force my head down on his dick, which I greatly appreciate because if he did try such a maneuver realistically I’d have no way to stop it.
As a show of just how thankful I am I muster up the courage to see if I can take more, see just how deep I can go.
Based on his moans and the incoherent profanity sliding from his lips, I’m doing something right…which only encourages me more, empowers me, makes me feel like a woman older than me, more experienced, and able to please a very discerning man like Tony. But not just any man. This man. Dare I say…myman.
"Fuck yeah," Tony grunts under his breath.
I get a little bit more ambitious and put more of him in my mouth. Relaxing the back of my throat as I go faster, my stacked hands jerking his shaft at the same time.
The tension in his body feels like a steel cable ready to snap at a moment’s notice, giving me the ultimate sense of accomplishment in this situation if I can bring him to orgasm…this innocent girl trying to tame the lion. What a helluva difference being here now than having decided to stay with dad and bacon and eggs. Regardless of my affinity for breakfast, bypassing it and putting him in my mouth instead was clearly the right call.
He moves my head off of his dick with haste. "I don't want to come yet. I want to fuck you first."
I swallow as I realize I'm going to have to confess something to him he might not react favorably to. This isn't going to be easy and I hope that it doesn't make him see me any differently. But the words are going to have to come out eventually if we keep this up. "I don't know,” I stammer.
“About what?”
“About…that.”
“Fucking? You don’t want my dick now because you damn sure know I want to give it to you,” he says, fisting himself, pointing the tip right at me as if it belongs inside of me.
“It's not that I don’t want it. It’s just that…” I swallow hard. “I'm a virgin." Instantly I feel my cheeks go red.
His shoulders drop and his lungs empty. A second later he reaches down and pulls his boxers up over his big, beautiful cock. All that accomplishment I worked for, earned, goes out the window.
"God damn it, Cassandra. Every time this thing between us starts to take two steps forward it takes a giant leap back. I can't take your virginity, Cassandra. You weren't even supposed to be here today. There's a reason I walked away from your house."
I get off my knees. "Why, Tony? You came there with your son for a reason. What made you walk away all of a sudden? What's making you pull away right now? I don't understand. You know you talk about things getting difficult…getting hard, but no offense I'm not the one making it hard."
"You make plenty of things hard," Tony says with that stoic face of his to the point where I can't tell if he's making a quip towards his cock or if he means I make things difficult.
"Just be real with me, Tony. Why do you keep pushing me away after pulling me in? Why are you fighting whatever you're feeling? I know you're not a man who likes to talk about feelings but can't you just make one exception…for me?"
He shakes his head. For whatever reason, he also tightens his robe. "I think the better question is why are you so open to being around me? Why aren't you running in the other direction? I saw the way you reacted to that gun that day. I saw how you acted when you had the champagne accidentally spilled on you. You don't think I realize when someone's afraid of me?" Just like my own cheeks, his are red. But for a whole different reason.
It's time to keep my composure and not let myself get worked up. It's ironic because I’m a little scared. "Well, when you talk like that what do you expect? But I'm still standing here, right? And I'm still standing here because I don't just see what you see. I see something more."
He shakes his head again, starting to head towards his kitchen and immediately I follow him, needing to hold his feet to the fire. It may be late in the morning approaching noon, but he takes out a bottle of whiskey and pours it into a rocks glass.
"You’re delusional if you see something more in me, all right. You deserve better than this."
"Then give me better. Because you have the option to do so. No one else does right now. Maybe never."
He looks at me. Those wheels in his head are turning once more. "You know how bad I want to take your virginity? How much I need to make you mine? But I have to know you understand what that means. We do this and I’m all in, in all ways. Always. I play for keeps, Cassandra. I’m not here to fuck, to get my nut off and be done with it. Once I bury myself in your tight little body, pop that cherry, you belong to me. There’s no going back. You become mine, Luca’s mother…everything. You get the keys and the security codes. You understand what that means, really understand, then we can talk. But I’m not making you mine in this house. I’m filling you with my spend, getting you pregnant in the best room in my best hotel. Even that’s not good enough for an angel like you, but it’s the best.” I don’t immediately respond which only propels him forward. “Yeah, that’s right. Pregnant. This goes down between us and I’m aiming to give Luca a brother or sister from the jump. No fucking around. We’re making a family. That’s what you’re staring down, little girl, so be careful if you’re sure you’re ready to be an adult and make grown-up decisions because if you agree, that’s it. You're mine…for life.”