Damn it. I inhale, taking in the scent of her sex mingled with her perfume. It’s overpowering. My balls ache as just the friction of the zipper of my pants makes my dick twitch. I need more.
I grip my cock through the fabric, stroking it through my pants. Harder. I tighten my grip to get as much stimulation as possible. Not fucking enough. The desire to destroy her until she screams my name makes me angry.
But I hold back. If I don’t stay in control, I’ll lose myself in her, and that’s not an option. My parents might believe in happily ever afters, and love with no boundaries, but I know it’s an illusion.
“Use both hands. Pinch your clit and rub along your lips.” When her finger brushes the quivering hole, I bark, “Don’t you dare finger fuck yourself. That pussy is mine. It’s not yours. I want those walls sucking my cock.”
She shudders from head to toe, causing her tits to shake, and my brain splinters into a million pieces. I can’t stop. I unzip my pants, grasp my cock, and stroke it with a franticness I haven’t experienced since I was thirteen, jerking off to a skin magazine.
Her eyes watch my every move as her hips buck off the mattress. “Oh…. God.” She scissors her legs together and shakes. “Ye-e-e-s-s-s-s.”
“Don’t hide that pussy from me.” I climb onto the bed, prying her knees apart, lift her hips off the mattress, and feast on her pussy like I’m a dying man. I want every inch of this woman. She fists the sheet and tightens her ass, smashing her sex into my face. Lord, if I die tonight, I’ll die a happy man.
“Oh, God, yes. Please, don’t stop,” she gasps and stares in awe. I’m a God. Her God.
“Don’t worry.” I chuckle against her flesh. “I don’t intend to.” As I lap her pussy, my face gets sticky with her desire. She’s dripping wet. I inhale her scent, dragging it into my lungs so I never forget it.
As her moans grow louder, I suck her clit between my teeth, and she thrashes against me. “Fuck. Yes. Jesus. Fuck.” I can’t stop. I need to stop. Red-hot lust fills me until I couldn’t stop even if the hounds of hell were after me.
I lower her ass toward the mattress, grasp my cock, and rest at her juncture. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. You will forget any man but me.”
Her bottom lip trembles, and I plunge to the hilt.
When her eyes widen, her body stiffens around me. I freeze deep inside of her. For fucks sake. Heat washes over me, causing my body to coat with sweat. She’s a virgin. Was a virgin. Shit. I got my wish, but I fucked it up.
“Damn it.” I grind my teeth together and yank backward as her legs wrap around me like a vice with her heels in my ass.
“You stop now. I’ll destroy you.” She wiggles her ass, and her walls settle around me. “I wanted to be fucked tonight, and you’ll see it through.”
“Jesus, Daisy.” I pant above her as her walls flex and drag me back inside of her. “I would have–”
“Not done it if you knew. Too bad. Now make it worth my while. I’m not looking to fuck a pussy.”
I growl. This woman is driving me nuts. “Fine. You asked for it.” I drop my weight, smash my mouth against hers, and fuck her until stars fill my eyes and sweat drips along my hairline.
She claps my head, digging her nails into my skull, and meets me lunge for lunge. Being surrounded by her feels like pure ecstasy. But each movement of her body around mine sinks me deeper into hell. This wasn’t about feeling anything. This was a way to get out of a wedding and get my dick serviced. Not take a girl’s virginity, and–
She grips handfuls of my hair and pulls my head back. “I said not to fuck me like a pussy. I want it hard and deep.”
Who in the hell is this woman? But I’d be an idiot not to follow her demand.
Seconds later, she unlaces her legs, braces her feet on the mattress, and tips up her pelvis. “God, don’t stop. Right there.”
Her eyes burn into mine until I blink to break the contact. She convulses, whimpering, and thrashing.
Yes. I grunt and spill my seed inside of her. When I collapse beside her, my muscles feel like I’ve run a marathon in 100-degree weather. I can’t move. I try to lift my arm, but nothing happens. Shit. Am I dying?
My eyes drift shut, and I sink into the mattress.
***
Two Hours Later
I jerk upright with my heart clamoring in my chest. No condom. Sex. Virgin. Shit. She’s going to trap me into marriage. I shudder. I can already see my dad with a shotgun marching behind me down the aisle. Not that Daisy would be a bad wife. The sex would be phenomenal. I glance down. The bed is empty. Where is she? I blink at the note on the pillow.
What is that? I snatch it off the pillow and pinch it between my fingers.
Thanks for helping me blow off the wedding reception. It was nice. Oh, I’m on the pill to have a consistent period, so don’t freak out. I hope things work out with your family. Have a great life, Daisy