Page 9 of Curves for the Crass (Rejected 8)

“How about you come over here and put me right where you want me?” I say, winking. He smirks before striding toward me and doing exactly that. He grabs my hips and places me right in the middle of the table. Then he grabs my knees in a bruising hold and pries them apart before dropping to the ground in front of me. I’m so shocked I’m fucking speechless.

“Where’s that smart ass mouth now?” he asks. When I go to answer his question, he dives right between my spread legs, licking from top to bottom, and the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a moan.

“Please, fuck yes, please, Canaan,” I beg, and I feel him chuckle as he sucks on my clit. I didn’t realize how strung-tight I was until those two sensations collided, and I exploded.

I come all over his mouth, but Canaan refuses to give up. He keeps licking me until I can’t take it, and I explode again. I grab his head and pull him back, making him look up at me. I almost come again just seeing the wetness on his face. Holy shit, who knew that could be so sexy?

“In me. Now!” I demand.

“Impatient, huh? After two orgasms, I thought you would be a little more relaxed,” he teases as he takes one more slow lick up my center, then stands between my legs. He places his cock at my entrance before I feel him go completely still.

“Fuck.”

“What?” I ask, starting to freak out.

Does he see something weird down there? Fucking hell, maybe I forgot to shave a spot or something.

“I don’t have a condom. Fuck, I’ve never needed one before,” he says, looking up into my face with such disappointment.

“Well, I don't have one,” I tell him honestly. Damn, I’m just as disappointed as he is. I was really hoping to lose that pesky little cherry tonight to the man of my dreams. I start to slide off the table looking for my clothes but stop when I remember where we are. I laugh.

“Well, I don’t think it’s too funny, and neither does he,” Canaan says, pouting and pointing to his rock-hard dick. He starts to put his clothes back on when I finally get the words out around my laugh.

“Canaan, look around you,” I say, and he looks at me in confusion before turning and looking around the room. I see it the minute he realized what I'm talking about.

“The nurse's office. There have to be condoms in here,” he says, smirking.

“Safety first,” I say, hopping off the table, starting on the opposite side of the room from him. We pull open drawers one by one. It only takes about five minutes before we find one, and the fun can really begin.

Chapter Eight

Canaan

“Back on the bed, baby,” I growl as I watch Mercedes’ ass bounce with every step she takes.

I quickly put the condom on before looking back up at my woman. Fucking hell, how am I supposed to last long enough to make her feel good when she’s walking around me like some Greek fucking goddess? Her caramel color skin shines against her dark curly hair, and I can’t take it anymore. I have to make her mine. As she hops up on the bed, I move closer to her. I grab her hips and pull her until her ass is almost hanging off the table. I place the head of my cock at her entrance again and slowly push the head inside.

“Fuck, you’re too tight. I’m going to hurt you.” I wince at the squeeze she has on my dick. It feels like I’m ripping her open; the last thing I want her to feel is pain.

“Let me go down on you again. Another orgasm might loosen you up a bit more,” I say, starting to pull out and get back down on my knees for her.

“Canaan, I will not break. I promise, just get inside me,” Mercedes says, and I can tell by the determined look in her eyes there is no getting around this. It’s going to hurt either way. We just have to get it over with. I get back in position and start pushing in, this time with a bit more force than before. When I get to her barrier, I take a deep breath and break through, going in all the way to the hilt. I suck on my pixie's neck as she whimpers and tries to move her hips around to find relief.

“The bad parts over, baby. I promise I can make it feel so much better now,” I tell her, not really sure if that’s true or not. This is the first time for both of us. I want to make her feel good, but what if the pain lasts too long and it never gets better this first time? I guess I’ll just have to make it up to her the next million times because this girl belongs to me and only me. I belong to her in every sense of the word as well. She has me by the heart and by the balls. There's no getting rid of me now. I stay as still as possible until I hear her moans of pleasure.

“Move Canaan, please. Make love to me,” she whispers against my ear before taking hold of the lobe with her teeth and tugging. Fuck, it goes straight to my cock.

I move, and we both moan in unison. This feeling, this high I’m on right now, feels like an out-of-body experience. I pump my hips, swiveling to hit her clit, noticing her clench on me every time I scratch it. I only get a few more passes before she clenches so hard I’m worried I will come. I reach down and press her clit once more when I know I’m about to lose the battle of wills.

“YES!” Mercedes screams as she creams all over my cock.

Looking down and seeing her juices on my dick has me throwing my head back and releasing into the condom. Fuck, that has to be the best experience of my life. Mercedes falls down on the bed sideways. I prop her legs up on the bottom half of the thin nurse's bed before climbing beside her and pulling her into me. We lay there catching our breaths for what feels like hours but can only be thirty minutes before I kiss her on the forehead and untangle myself from my girl. She whines, which makes me chuckle.

“Where are you going?” she mumbles. Damn, she's so fucking cute.

“I have to take care of the condom, baby. Then we should probably get you home,” I say before looking down and losing all sense of reality.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

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