Page 28 of Paint Me Love
I didn’t mean to be a virgin at twenty-five—it’s just how things turned out. I’ve liked people, but they’ve always been out of reach. Besides, I was too busy trying to stay alive to look for love or sex, until they kind of found me on their own.
I let out a deep groan that surprises even me when Derek gives me a firm, dominant stroke from base to tip. “Do you like that?”
I nod vehemently.
He repeats the movement, pulling another cry of pleasure from me. “God, you are so sensitive. I can’t wait to be inside you and show you how good it feels to be fucked.”
The things he’s saying are so filthy, but that’s exactly what I need. I’m a dirty dirty man for sleeping with someone who’s not single, but that ship has sailed now. I should hate myself for doing this, but I really don’t care, I can’t, not right now and not when it feels like the stars have aligned whenever Derek is near me.
Does that make me bad? Definitely. But even so, I can’t fight this, I want him too much even if it means I have to be a shitty human being from now on. It’s the price I have to pay to hold onto this perfectly flawed man.
I’m buzzing and begging him to come by the time he’s done teasing my cock with his mouth. But he doesn’t let me, pulling away just when I think he might.
“Not yet, little artist. We aren’t done with today’s lesson.”
Little explosions of pleasure tingle under my skin. I’m so turned on. I want to come. This fluttering tension inside me needs to be released, so I can think again. So I’m not a whimpering mess on the verge of exploding.
“Please, Derek. I need to come,” I beg, making noises I didn’t know I could make.
He flares his nostrils as he takes me in, his eyes twinkling. “So pretty.” He grabs a lock of my hair and pulls, bringing our faces closer. “Should I do you from behind, hmm? Or should I let you ride me like I promised?”
My head spins. My cock twitches and my balls tingle. I’m at his mercy, a thing meant for this man’s fun. I shouldn’t like it so much, but what he’s doing to me feels so good, so freeing, so mind-blowingly arousing.
“I can’t wait to stretch your tiny hole.” He licks his lips, dark promises swimming in his eyes as he presses a finger against my entrance. “It’s so pretty and pink.”
Just the pressure his digit applies makes me see stars. My hole clenches and unclenches on its own, trying to suck it inside. “Please, Derek.”
His eyes meet mine, the color eaten up by his pupils. It’s like he’s drunk or high, and the realization that I’ve made him that way almost undoes me.
“So impatient. Whatever shall I do with you?”
“Please fuck me with your big dick,” I beg, palming myself. I’ve lost it, truly. Nothing matters anymore other than coming after getting a taste of his cock.
He swats my hand. “On your knees. And face the backrest.”
I comply without protest, shivering as my stomach is flooded with anticipation. He gets in position behind me. Just as I expect him to ram in or something, he leans in instead and whispers into my ear.
“I’m really your first?”
His voice is gentle, reverent, heartbreakingly so. I nod, my chest suddenly too tight. “Yes. I haven’t been with anyone.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, his hand squeezing my thigh. “You are perfect, little artist. You were made for me. I’m goingto fuck you so good, it will be all you can think about all day tomorrow.” A whimper escapes me, making him smile against my skin as he kisses my neck. “Is that a ‘yes, please’? Do you like this idea? To be on edge all day wishing I was fucking you?”
I push my hips back, feeling emptier by the second. I don’t even know where the sensation comes from, but he’s the only one who can fix it. I just know he can make me feel full, that he can make the emptiness go away before he unravels me.
He reaches over for the supplies, but pauses. “I had my medical a few days ago, and it all came back normal.” He licks my earlobe, then huffs. “I really want to go bare. To pump you full of my cum until you are leaking. Can I do that? I promise it will feel so so good for you, little artist.”
My head spins again. I’m going to die from overstimulation before he even puts his dick inside me. It’s such a filthy suggestion, but god, I want it now that he’s offered. “Yes… Please.”
“Such a good boy. So obedient. Fuck, where have you been all my life?”
I could ask the same. I don’t know what it is about him, but from the moment I met him online—without even knowing his real identity—he’s been driving me crazy. He’s made me step out of my comfort zone, he’s made me try things I normally wouldn’t.
“I’m here now,” I say with a trembling voice. “Please teach me how to be your bitch.”
He grabs my neck and twists, sealing our mouths in a hungry kiss. The position strains my back, my shoulders, but that only heightens the intensity as pleasure floods every part of my body. His hard cock brushes against my ass, rigid and leaking, and two slicked fingers find my hole. They circle it, rubbing and spreading the lube, then one of them presses hard.
I yelp, surprised by the intrusion, but as the tip breaches, I suddenly want more. It brings with it a hint of that fullness I’ve been fantasizing about, a taste of what’s to come, so I push against it, trying to get it deeper. There is a burn, and it feels a little weird, but in a good way that sends more heat to my core.
