Page 21 of Yours To Keep
“Please, Dalton. Please! I need more. I need to feel all of you,” she begs, and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I knew her submission would be the sweetest sin I’ve ever experienced.
“Tell me what you want, Magnolia. Exactly what you want,” I say, sliding back up her body until I’m kissing her again. I know she can taste herself on my tongue and I can already feel my dick leaking precum for her. I’m sure my request is making her uncomfortable, but I love pushing her boundaries.
The room is dark, streaks of light from the window highlighting her beautiful form as she lays, wild curls spread out across my sheets. Fuck, she is beautiful. Some women, most women I’ve known in this sense, fear the fire. They fear the intensity that comes with having sex, not just with your body, but with your soul. Not Magnolia. She simply becomes it, lets the inferno rage all around her as it burns away the person she used to be.
“I want you to strip. I want to feel your skin against mine, Dalton. Please,” she says, kissing me with a softness only Magnolia possesses.
Standing, I obey. Unbuttoning my jeans, I drop them to the floor, kicking out of my boots at the same time. Taking a deep breath, I suddenly regret not preparing her for the…surprise she’s going to find behind the fabric of my boxer briefs. I’ve never had a woman complain, but I’ve also never fucked anyone I truly cared about.
“Listen, Mags. I should probably tell you,” I scratch the back of my head, nervous for once in my life. What if she runs screaming? I mean, it’s not too late to turn back now. But as far as I’m concerned, I already belong to her.
“Tell me what?” She says, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. She slides it down her arms, tossing it onto the chair in the corner and rising to sit on her knees in the center of my bed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Magnolia, completely naked, in my bed.
“I’m pierced,” I say, severely under explaining what’s really going on below my waist.
“What?!” she says eagerly, a huge smile spreading across her face. Her tits bounce slightly as she scoots closer to me, and I groan. One day, very soon, I’ll fuck them, too.
“Like Elijah?” she asks.
Instant boner killer.
“One, how do you even know that? And two, if you could avoid talking about another man’s cock right now, I’d appreciate that,” I say, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers.
“Girls talk, honey. Especially about things like that.” A salacious grin splits her lips, and I want to turn her ass red for even thinking about any other man.
“Well, no. Not like Elijah,” is all the warning I give her before sliding my boxers down my legs. My cock is rock hard, bobbingagainst my lower abdomen as the light reflects off of the six barbells running down the length of my shaft. Jacob’s Ladder, shaft piercing, call it whatever you want. Either way, it hurt like a bitch. But now, seeing the way Magnolia’s eyes light up as she takes it in, every ounce of pain was worth it. “And the next time you even mention another man’s cock, you won’t be able to sit down for a fucking week.”
“No. Fucking. Way.” She bites her bottom lip as I give myself a rough tug, making sure to trail my fingers over each barbell. She groans, and I know she’s imagining exactly what it’ll feel like buried deep inside her.
“You want this?” I ask, pumping my shaft until precum leaks from the tip. She nods, her eyes never leaving my cock. “Then crawl to me. Wrap those perfect lips around me and let me fuck your throat, angel. I want you crying, begging for me to fuck you.”
She whimpers, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling across the bed towards me. It takes everything I have not to come right here and now, just watching her. Once she reaches me, I wrap one hand around her hair, pulling it into a ponytail with my fist. Her tongue darts out, sliding across each piercing from the bottom to the top before she takes my tip into her mouth. I’m engulfed in wet heat, her mouth like fucking heaven as her tongue swirls around me. Slowly, so fucking slowly, she takes the rest of me into her mouth, inch by excruciating inch.
“Relax, Magnolia. I promise I won’t hurt you. Not unless you beg me to,” I thrust deeper, the head of my sensitive cock bumping the back of her throat.
I won’t last if we keep this up. It feels too good, too right. She moans and I feel the vibration all the way through my balls. Yanking her head back, she releases my cock, saliva dribbling down her chin.
“I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, angel. Make-up smudged, tears in your eyes, cheeks flushed from sucking my cock like such a good girl. Turn over and put the perfect ass on display for me.” She obeys. She’s such a natural submissive, barely even having to try.
Gripping my shaft tightly, I spit on my swollen head. She’s already drenched, dripping down her thighs right now, but a little extra lubrication can’t hurt. Lining up at her core, I rub the head of my cock in slow circles across her clit. She grips the sheets tightly with her fingertips, pushing her ass back in to me like her greedy little cunt won’t survive without me. I slap her ass, a keening moan ripping from her lips as her thigh squeeze together.
“I don’t think you know how badly I want you, Magnolia. How bad I want to touch and taste every single inch of your body. You want this? Want me to fuck you until you can’t breathe? Until there isn’t a single doubt in your mind about who you belong to?” I ask. When she doesn’t answer me, I spank her round ass again, watching her pale flesh blossom with my handprint. “I know exactly what you want, angel. Exactly what you need. But are you ready for me to give it to you?”
“Please, Dalton. Plea-” Before she can finish speaking, I slide into her.
Going slow at first, I feel her muscles clench and relax as her breaths come in short pants. I move in and out slowly, just the tip at first, letting her get used to my size. Her pussy is choking me, squeezing me like a fucking vice, so I know it must be ten times worse for her. If the fact that she’s a virgin wasn’t enough to make this a painful experience, my piercings definitely don’t help this time.
“Breathe, Magnolia. You’re doing so good, baby. Just relax and let me in,” I tell her, and I feel her muscles relax slightly. “Take a deep breath.”
As soon as she does, I surge forward, burring myself to the hilt. A sharp scream escapes her lips, but she buries her face in the mattress to muffle it. I hold myself still, not moving back but not moving forward yet either. My hands grip her hips, rubbing slow circles until I see her nod her head so slightly.
I pull back, feeling her tense as each one of my piercings elicits a groan from deep within her chest. She feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, like heaven and hell all wrapped up into one exquisite package. Picking up my pace, I thrust into her, losing myself in the feeling. I know I should be worried about hurting her, but I can’t bring myself to stop. She claws at the sheets, moaning and meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Oh fuck, Dalton. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pants. I can feel every fucking inch of the tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of being inside. Ignoring her request, I pull out completely and she groans loudly, obviously unhappy. She falls flat on her stomach and I smack her ass, a giggle erupting from her lips.
“Get on your back. I wanna watch those perfect tits bounce when I fuck you.” She obeys, so willing to please me. It’s fucking intoxicating.
Rolling onto her back, her legs fall open, her middle finger finding her clit instantly. I want to be upset that she’s getting pleasure from anyone but me, but the sight before me is something I can’t miss. She rubs small circles around the delicate nub, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
