Page 8 of Suck

Another first for me, I lay her on the bed with the reverence she deserves. I’m not used to being gentle or taking things slow. For her, I’ll take my time. Make sure she doesn’t have any regrets. Give her the night she deserves.

Although she seems just as eager to give me more than I deserve. Scrambling to her knees and clutching my jacket as she kneels in front of me. Now all I can imagine is my cock fucking her supple mouth yet she has other ideas. Her satin lips slam into mine, kissing me with a fervor I don’t expect but fucking love. Rare uncertainty flickers in the back of my mind that she’s more assertive than someone nicknamed The Mouse should be. Maybe the moniker is a lie. Or maybe her desire to ravish me is. But my craving for her isn’t fake. I want to possess her and not just for tonight.

Unable to resist, I palm her heavy tits, stroking around the thickest part until they rest in my hands like torpedoes and tear away from her kisses to give them my full attention. Sucking her peaked nipple into my mouth while I massage the other. Twisting and tugging to the point of pain mixing with the pleasure I’m lavishing on the bullet between my teeth. Her head falls back with a strangled approval bubbling in her elegant throat, and I fucking wish I was a damn octopus so I could have enough arms to keep doing what I’m doing while I finger fuck her pussy and thumb her asshole at the same time because I literally want to give her everything all at once.

She seems impatient too. Urgent hands roam over my chest. Seemingly eager to touch me but not confident enough to rip apart my clothes as easily as I tore away her dress.

“Reece...I...”

Pure desire pulses in her tone that matches my hunger for her. “I know angel. Take off my shirt.”

Hesitation floods her eyes when she lifts her head back up to look at me again. Uncertain if I’m serious, that I really want her to strip me. So I give her the proof she needs and guide her hand to my cock straining against my boxer briefs. I know she believes me now with the pink racing up her cheeks from the steel rod under her slender fingers.

Silent yet obedient she slowly slides the black and silver studs through the narrow slits. Keeping her gaze on her work rather than me. Until I moan when she brushes my belt after releasing the buttons as low as she can go without me yanking out the hem or taking off my pants. Both excellent options but she doesn’t act on either possibility. Leaving the decision to me. Easy choice to make.

I tug her hand to my zipper again and curl her trembling fingers around the tab. Determination seems to fill her expression as if she refuses to back down from a challenge, which I guess maybe releasing my aching dick is for her although not for me. I strip my jacket and shirt down my back and toss the clothes on the floor just as she breaches my waistband.

She’s fucking all in when her hand delves inside the smooth silk and wraps around me like she fucking owns me. Which somehow she already does. I allow myself a few selfish pumps into her divine touch before I gain control of her as well as myself.

Wide eyes take in my inches as I kick off my shoes and shove down my pants, underwear, and socks. I’m huge but I’m not bragging. Not like I had anything to do with the size of my cock anymore than I influenced having blue eyes or black hair. Just dumb luck that I’m going to use to her advantage so she can enjoy this experience like she deserves. Although she doesn’t seem impressed. Rather more anxious than pleased. I can understand that too with our size difference. I cup her warm cheek and lift her face so she can see the sincerity in mine. “Don’t worry angel. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

I’m not lying. I’ll go as slow as she needs, fucking her with my tongue and my fingers until she’s begging for my cock. And even then I’ll move at a snail’s pace. If she’s picking me over all else to spend tonight with, I have to be worth the sacrifice.

Shuddering, in what I hope is anticipation, she nods and gives me a nervous smile. With her permission to proceed, I lean in to find her mouth again. Before I can capture her, she lays back, pulling me down with her onto the cool sheets. Who the fuck am I to tell her no?

I nestle between her thighs, with the head of my dick at her soaked entrance, and cup her face. Eager yet restrained. Although she isn’t. Her eyes are as bright as her grin. I know she’s kind of drunk but she seems in full control. Of me anyway. Her short pink fingernails scrape up and down my back already seeming comfortable trapped underneath me.

“I think you really are the devil because I can’t seem to resist you.”

I love her whisper even though we’re alone and can be as loud as we want. The soft murmurs confirm the intimacy between us she’s trying to establish. Because I know she’s not the kind of girl who usually falls into bed with a man she just met. “You really are an angel and me fucking you tonight won’t ever change that.”

Her tight little body softens from me relieving her of her guilt, and I dip down to kiss her. She lifts to meet me, clutching me with a ferocity I didn’t think someone so petite is capable of. I love how perfect she is. Allowing me to dominate her, but bringing just as much pleasure to me with her tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine.

I’ve never been as shocked as I am now when her hands slide from my back to my cock and she strokes me with a delicate touch. Fingertips graze across the taut skin exploring me before she grows bolder and circles her fingers around me. Caressing me with a tentative grip up and down to the point I groan into her throat. “Fuck that feels good.”

“Please Reece. I’m ready.”

Unable to deny her or myself with her request, I reach down too, never breaking eye contact with her as I couple our hands and together we slowly guide in the tip. She tenses underneath me and blows out a long breath, tickling my damp hair, almost as if she’s preparing herself. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect.”

That she is. I thrust in a few more inches, and she lets out a muffled whimper into my shoulder.

“Fuck angel. You’re so tight.”

“Please don’t stop. Please.”

I couldn’t if I tried. Not with her begging me. Not with her clutching me. Not with her torturing me.

Another breath. Another flex. Another cry. Of fucking pain. My eyes fly open at the realization when I feel her open. Welcoming a man inside her for the very first fucking time.

A blush spreads across her dewy cheeks yet she still smiles. Not upset. Happy. Fucking deliriously happy I just took her virginity. Slight fingers cup my face this time.

“I’m glad it’s you.”

I growl from the words she doesn’t admit. Not him. Thank fucking god not him. “I’m glad it’s me too.”

Small hands curl around my shoulders as I push all the way into her. No way to be gentle now when she’s given herself to me in all ways. If there was any doubt before—and there wasn’t ever in my mind—all of that is completely gone now. Evaporated instantly with the declaration of no other man before me or after me. Period. Final. Done.

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