She wiggles her toes. “Have a foot fetish?”
I massage the balls of her feet and watch as her eyes roll back. The smile drops off her face, and she moans lightly. “Never mind. I think I have the foot fetish. Don’t stop.”
“If I keep rubbing your foot, I can’t kiss your pussy.”
“I thought fighter pilots were talented at doing more than one thing at one time. Biscuit always brags about how you’ve got eyes on the back of your head.”
“Maybe, but I’ve only got two hands and one mouth.” I set her foot down and move to her shirt. “And my hands and mouth want to kiss your tits. Arms up.”
Her immediate obedience sends a thrill down my spine. I’m so fucking hard right now I could pound a rivet into the side of my plane with my cock. “Hand on my dick, baby. Please,” I add the last bit to show I can be nice even though my mind is empty of basically everything but tits, tits, and pussy.
“God, you’re huge,” she breathes as her hand molds around the bulge in my jeans.
I back off immediately and turn around so I can’t see her anymore, and she can’t touch me.
“Hey, I just started,” she says.
“Yeah, well, it’s going to be over in about five seconds if you continue.” I stare at the ceiling, crack my neck a couple of times, and wait until the urge to ram into her until I’m blind subsides. Flight jockeys aren’t known for their hand-eye coordination but situational awareness and massive self-control. When I feel like I’m not going to explode with the simplest touch, I turn back. Emma’s sitting cross-legged with her luscious tits free. I push her back to the mattress and cup her globes, moving from one nipple to the other until both nubs are hard and pointed.
She trembles and wraps her legs around my torso, raising her hips to find relief. “Oh, Vincent, please.”
“I got you,” I murmur. I unzip her pants and push them to the floor. The scent of her arousal drives me crazy. I push my long fingers inside of her and attack her clit. She comes almost immediately, in loud gasping breaths. The sounds, the smell, the feel of her are driving me insane. I need to be inside her.
“I want more,” Emma pleads. She looks at me from under wet eyelashes. There’s a tear under her eye. She came hard enough that she cried. I swipe the salty liquid off with my thumb and then lick it off. Her pussy convulses around my fingers still clutched inside her tight channel. Her cunt makes a wet sucking noise as I withdraw. I eat that juice up, too, watching her while I do it.
She lets out a shaky laugh. “Why is that so hot? Shouldn’t I be grossed out?”
“Nothing about your pussy is gross, baby. It smells good, tastes good, and is going to feel like heaven.” I rip off my shirt and then pause at the fastenings of my jeans. “Before we move on, I don’t want you to be scared. I’m a little big, but we’re going to fit. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Her eyes grow huge. “I don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.”
“No harm in feeling all of that.” I give her a wink. “Terror might add a little flavoring. Just let me do all the work, and it’ll feel good.”
With that, I unzip. Emma makes a choking noise and closes her legs. “I don’t know.” She peers up at me. “When you said you were a little big, I thought…I didn’t realize…how?” she stumbles to the end.
I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, genetics? Not sure.” I take my ten-inch monster in my hand and stroke it. “It’ll fit, though. That’s how we’re made.”
Emma appears unconvinced. I kneel in front of the bed and push her thighs apart. They’re sticky from her cum, and soon they’ll be painted with my seed. “I’m going to get you good and ready.” I slide two fingers inside, pulling along the sensitive inner walls. She inhales sharply and spreads her own legs wider. I palm my shaft with my free hand and start to pump, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside of her. “Your cunt is tiny, baby, but it will take me, and it’ll feel good, too. You’re going to feel stuffed full, and when I’m not inside of you, this little hole is going to ache with need.”
Already lust is spiraling through her. Her toes clench and her thighs tighten. The walls around my fingers clutch and flutter. I rise up and press the tip of my cock to her entrance. She makes a small mewling sound but doesn’t draw away. Her innocent, trusting eyes are locked on the point where my cock is disappearing inside of her, one slow centimeter at a time. I work her slowly, carefully. I pluck and pinch her clit, suckle on her tits, and kiss her sweet mouth until she forgets about the massiveness of my cock and concentrates only on sensation. An orgasm rolls through her when I’m halfway inside, and the lube and suction pulls me all the way in. She screams as I drive to the hilt and then screams again as she comes.
“God, Vincent, yes!” Her nails dig into my shoulders.
Sweat pours down the side of my face as I struggle to keep myself under control, to make this first time the best ever. Her legs lock around my waist. “More,” she demands, “I want more.”
The last word is almost a command, definitely a plea. I cut the reins of my self-control and drive into her until the world goes black and my whole body empties into her. I love this girl, and I will do anything to be inside of her, beside her, just like this, for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER16
EMMA
Damn,Vincent looks hot in my bed. I was supposed to sneak down to his room after everyone went to bed tonight, but I never got the chance. Vincent got impatient. You would have never guessed the man had his way with me just hours before with how needy and desperate to be back inside of me he was.
I couldn’t even talk crap because I was feeling the exact same way. Dinner dragged on and so did the time after it. I finally faked being sleepy and went up to my room, hoping it might convince others to go to bed too. It wasn’t thirty minutes later and Vincent was slipping into my bedroom.
I’d never thought of myself as sexy. I’ve always been more like the girl next door or a tomboy. Sure, sometimes I get all dolled up, but I’m not sweet like Melody or a lot of the other girls in town. I never had the urge to watch when the boys played basketball or baseball. I wanted to play. With Vincent, though, it’s different. Even the way he dominates me. Never in a million years would I have thought that was something I’d be into, but he has me questioning if he knows my body better than I do.
As quietly as I can, I get dressed in a pair of black pants and hoodie before I slip on some boots. I tie my hair up into a tight knot so that it doesn’t get in my way. Then I power my cell phone off just to be extra cautious.