Page 93 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
My crest rests at her opening. She’s waiting, breath held. I look down, taking in her face, melding our stares together as I ease in, pushing against a barrier I’ve never felt on a woman—and didn’t think I would at this age. Then I surge in and break through her hymen.
She tenses, hissing. As I sink slowly into her, her golden eyes go wide and stunned. It’s not merely pain. I see pleasure there, too.
God knows the feel of her gripping me is like a fire razing up my shaft.
By the time I’m completely submerged in her tight inferno of a cunt, I’m sweating. She’s so pure, so innocent, like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m about to drag her into my world of violence and danger. I should hate myself for it. Instead, all I can think is that I’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from me. She’s mine to protect now. Mine to love. Mine to corrupt.
“Oh, Havana…” I groan against her lips. “You feel like you were made for me, baby girl. Only me.” I rock deeper as I press my forehead to hers, needing her to see the truth in my eyes. “So fucking right.” My voice turns rough with emotion, with the weight of finally having what I’ve craved. “So fucking perfect. And you’re finally mine.”
Experimentally, I ease out, then press in again. She exhales. Her head falls back, her eyes close. Already she’s rising up to meet my next thrust. And the way she offers me her vulnerable throat, then undulates to give me her swollen-tipped tits… I swallow back my lust.
I’m a grown man, damn it, with a man’s stamina and lasting power. But this girl is undoing me. I need to make her come so I can let go.
“Hurt?” I ask as I flex my hips and gently press deeper.
“At first. Now it just feels”—she pants—“good.”
We’re going to upgrade that to orgasmic.
Patience starts to run thin as need turns thick. I shift her hands into one of mine and take hold of her wrists, pinning them to the mattress above her head. I push my free hand under her hip and lift her for my next stroke before I settle her knee in the crook of my elbow.
I open her wide. I slide deeper than ever. Then I press my forehead to hers. I drill down into her eyes, into her body, rocking her rhythmically up the mattress as her pupils dilate, her mouth gapes open, and her pussy tightens.
“Ransom!”
Yeah, I’m getting to her. I’m rubbing her sweet spot with every plunge in, pressing ruthlessly against her clit. And she’s beginning to writhe under me, fighting me to free her arms.
I tighten my grip on her wrists because I know what she needs. “Feel good, baby girl?”
“Yes!”
I lengthen the stroke, keep it slow and steady, making sure I push in and bottom out every single time. Soon, she’s frantic under me, wildly bucking, eyes panicked. Her pussy just keeps clamping tighter and tighter.
“You close?”
“Yes…”
She whines like I’ve wrung the word from her. Like she’s in agony, and I’m the instrument of her pain. Like she won’t last even another few seconds.
I slow my stroke. “How about now?”
“No. No, no! Please. More. Faster.”
I don’t. It’s killing me, but I’m going to wrest this one from her. I want the first time I give her pleasure to be so monumental that she remembers it. But to get her there quickly, to connect with her even more, I fuse my lips to hers and plow my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. It backfires. She starts to unravel me. Being so deep inside her in every way I’ve imagined fucks with my head.
I pull my lips free and all the filthy things I’ve been thinking come spewing out. “There won’t be another day in your life that I’m not in this pussy, reminding you that you’re mine.”
“Yes. Yes. I know…”
Because she can sense I’m not a good man?
“I’m going to ruin you for other men, baby girl. Addict you to my cock, my touch, so thoroughly, that you’ll crave me every second of every day.”
“Please. I want that,” she breathes, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I want all of you. Every inch. Every part of you. Claim me. Own me. Make me yours in every way, and don’t hold back.”
“You’re going to take me, baby girl. All. The. Time.”
“Ransom!” she gasps. Heat claws up her chest to rosy her cheeks as her cunt clamps down and she screams out for me. “More… I can handle whatever you give me.”
