Page 41 of The Eraser

She blinks. "I want that," she whispers. "I want you, Stephen."

My cock thickens even more. I'm harder than I have ever been. My cock hurts as it strains against my zipper. "You don't know what it is I want."

The innocence in her eyes is almost my undoing. "Tell me," she says, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip. "Tell me what you want."

"I want to rip that dress from your body, I want to eat your pussy, and I want to fuck you so hard until you're calling out my name. I want to own you, Jessica. I want to dominate you. I want to come home from work to find you asleep and fuck you while you're sleeping. I want to be able to take you anytime, anywhere."

She stares at me for a beat, then ever so slowly, she reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head. It takes every ounce of restraint that I have not to take her. I've never been a man to let a woman lead, but with Jess, she's more than a woman. She's mine.

She stands before me in pale blue panties and matching bra. "I want you, Stephen," she says, her eyes holding mine, and there's so much fucking heat in them.

"We do this, there's no going back. Not at fucking all," I say, my words like a rumble. "I take you, baby, that makes you mine, and I'm not letting you go."

She doesn't hesitate. "I want you," she tells me, her fingers looping into the band of her panties as she slowly starts to pull them off. "Please, Stephen."

I prowl toward her. Fuck, this is what I have been wanting for a long fucking time. I slant my lips against hers, loving the moan that she releases in the back of her throat. I swipe my finger along her folds. She's fucking soaked. Fuck. How long has she been like this?

"Please," she whimpers as I slide my finger into her tight pussy. I bite back a groan at how fucking snug her pussy is. I can't wait to fuck her. I have no doubt that it's going to be fucking amazing. Her fingers reach for my shirt and she starts to unbutton it, all while I finger-fuck her. I need to taste her.

Once I'm stripped out of my clothes, I fight the urge to grin as she stares at my cock, her eyes wide and filled with trepidation.

"Lie on the bed, Little Dancer," I instruct.

She blinks, a slow smile spreading across her face. She does exactly as I ask and climbs onto the bed. I love that she's not shy, that she's comfortable around me.

"Open your thighs, baby," I instruct, and she does exactly that. Her legs open and I get a glimpse of that beautiful pussy.

I move between her legs, and she tenses a little. I swipe my tongue along her wet folds and she releases a moan. I want her to feel pleasure before I take her. She's going to hurt when I take her virginity and I don't want to scare her. This is going to give her a lot of pleasure. I lap up all of her wetness, letting the taste of her fill my mouth.

She tastes amazing. Nothing has ever been this good. I knew she'd taste fucking fantastic. I should have realized that I'd want to taste it constantly. She's addictive. Since the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. I've been obsessed, and now that she's mine, that's only going to intensify.

She’s soaked, and with every swipe of my tongue, she cries out with pleasure. She's close. I can feel how tight she's wound. She's close to the edge.

Not yet. I need her to hold off for a little longer.

Spearing her pussy with my tongue, I fuck her until she’s crying out for release. "Please, Stephen, I need to," she whines, her fingers clenched into the sheets beneath her.

I grin. This is what I've wanted. "Then fucking come," I snarl as I thrust my tongue into her pussy.

That's all it takes for her to detonate. Throwing her head back, her body bows and my name spills from her lips as she comes. I lap at the juices as they flood my mouth, her body quivering as she lets the orgasm wash over her.

Fucking spectacular. She's so fucking gorgeous.

I get into position as she comes down from her high, my fingers stroking along her body. Her nipples are taut, and I lean forward and pull one into my mouth, my teeth closing around it. She releases another moan. "God, Stephen," she cries. "Please. I need you."

I release her nipple and smile. "You sure?"

She nods. "Please."

I reach for her hips and tilt them. “I’m sorry, baby,” I tell her as I slowly inch my cock into her. “This is gonna hurt.”

She nods, her eyes drunk with sex. “Please,” she whispers, her voice soft and filled with a twinge of fear.

I thrust into her, pushing past the barrier of her innocence until I’m balls deep inside of her. She cries out in pain as I breach her. Tears well in her eyes, and I lean forward and kiss them away.

“Sorry, Little Dancer,” I whisper, hating that she’s in pain. I've never been one to worry about what others are feeling—until Jess. I'm not stupid; I know these feelings are getting even more intense than ever before. I'm falling for her. That's not something I would have thought possible, yet here we are.

“I'm okay,” she murmurs, her eyes filled with tears, her lips parted. I can see the pain etched in her face.

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