“Oh, trust me, there will be no regrets,” she says seductively, looking up at me. She’s on her knees in that latex suit, her stare promising dirty things, forbidden things, things that might cost us both our souls. “Don’t you want to see me take your cock into my mouth? Worshipping you like you’re my king?”
“Cerys.”
She grabs my cock through my pants, massaging it. It’s too big for her hand, which she notices right away. Her eyes fall to it, her lips parting.
“You’re my fated mate, and this is all for me,” she whispers, a thrill of pleasure running through her body, I can see it. She starts to undo my pants, licking her lips like in searing anticipation.
Her fingers work eagerly on my pants, but I manage to rip myself from the temptation and swing her up.
“I want you in my mouth, now,” she demands. The craving in her eyes hits me in soft places I didn’t know I had. It’s so fucking seductive, irresistible, when a woman wants you like that. No man could ever resist.
But the jealousy that she mentioned won’t let me be.
“You want my cock? You tell me first. Has there ever been a man in your life?”
Her small white jaw tightens, the sign she hates losing this power struggle. But it turns out her desire for me is stronger than her need to control me.
“No. I have never been with a man. I am a virgin.”
The words send a feeling of relief all through me. I must be smiling like an idiot, because it causes her to smile back. She traces my cheek with her small fingers.
“Look at you,” she whispers, obviously taking delight in what she sees. “So carefree, so...young. So handsome.” Her hand moves down to my lips, tracing them gently. “I love the shape of your lips. Beautifully sculpted, by the hands of Divinity itself.”
God, the woman has a way with words... I just let her take my upper lip gently between hers, then the lower one, kissing me sweetly. Passion fuels her, and she opens her mouth against mine, hands on my face, as if she can’t get close enough.
I lay her down by the fire, but she wraps her legs around my hips, clenching them around me like a snake. She wants me, badly, teasing the beast inside of me.
“Oh, Cerys,” I breathe as I try to disengage from our embrace so I can rip her latex suit off of her, and cover her in kisses from head to toe, but she has other plans. She uses the moment to push me up.
She doesn’t put any strength in it, and even if she did she wouldn’t be able to even move me an inch, but I give in to her signal and do what I understand she wants me to. When I’m standing she reaches for my fly, finishing the work she started minutes ago.
My erection springs free, and Cerys stares at it in awe.
I have experience in matters of sex, so much of it that I thought I’d lost all sensitivity to it, that it’s just a base release for me, but Cerys stirs me on levels that no woman ever has. My cock glistens golden and hard in the firelight, the head purple, aching with want.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says. “But with you, my very heart yearns for it.”
With those words she closes her eyes and kisses my cock like a lover, right on the crest. It sends current all through me. And when she flicks out her tongue and licks my precum, I lose a deep groan. Instinct and want takes over. I grab her thick braided ponytail, winding it around my wrist and keeping the knot in my fist.
“Take it in,” I order gruffly, tugging her hair gently, and pushing my cock down her throat. It’s an almost rough gesture, and it’s where my passion takes me, but it obviously doesn’t bother Cerys at all. She opens her mouth and takes in as much of me as she can. I watch her jaw opening wider as she slides down toward the root, her upper lip grazing my skin. She doesn’t do a very good job of sheathing her teeth, so I can feel them along with her lips, but it doesn’t matter, because it’s her, and it gives me one hell of a sensation.
I tug lightly on her hair to signal that she should move back before she chokes on me, but she moans into my cock and tries to take even more of me into her mouth, right down to my balls. She can’t, her mouth is too small for the size of me, but her obstinacy and voracity take away the last bit of sense I held on to. I slide one more loop of her ponytail around my wrist so that my hand is close to her head now, and keep her in place so I can fuck her mouth.
I’m a beast, a monster for making this her first time with a man, but the almost masochistic way she enjoys it spurs me on. I try not to look at her, for fear of becoming rougher, but she lets out a muffled moan against my cock, and I can’t resist. I look down at her sucking my cock in her latex suit, and her liquid gaze tells a story that makes cum flood my cock.
There’s no mistaking that gaze. She loves the sight of me in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, fucking her mouth. She loves it that I’m using her for pleasure. I’m too close to coming, and that’s one way that I refuse to spoil this experience for her. She clearly likes it rough and dirty, but I doubt she wants it to be over in a few minutes.
So, before she knows it, I let go of her hair, pull back from her mouth, and slide my fingers under her latex collar. I pull once and it tears off of her, her soft round breasts bouncing free.
She yelps and instinctively covers herself in surprise. Fuck, this only makes matters worse, I’m so horny I’m gonna come all over her. I grab my aching cock in my hand as she slowly lets her arms fall from her chest, letting me see her naked to her waist. The torn suit hanging from her hips, she stares at me with hunger in her eyes, her tits bare and her mouth swollen and rosy from cock sucking, her braided hair all messed up.
“I want to defile your innocence,” I growl, my voice vibrating in my chest. She bats her lashes as if the words alone turn her on, and her body confirms. Her nipples, already perky and rosy harden even more, the shade darkening. She stands slowly, making a show of how she takes the suit off, however clumsy.
It’s endearing, how much she wants it, and how she’s trying to be sexy, even though she’s clearly never done this before. But she wants to impress me and give me pleasure, having no idea how she herself is going to be pleasured.
“Lie down,” I command. She inhales sharply, the skin on her tits pebbling.
“You like being ordered around, don’t you?” I graze her chest with my fingers, and pinch her nipple lightly. Her chest arches towards, trying to relieve the pain, her eyes closed, her eyebrows risen, her lips parted.
“It would appear so,” she whispers, all hot and bothered as I trace her body with both my hands, my touch light on her skin. Her aura opens up to let me in, sensing that I am her fated mate, trusting me. Like her familiar, it knows I exist to protect her.
With that thought, a flash of memory hits me. Before I became her unconditional protector through our connection as fated mates, I wanted to have her killed. A flash of her lying dead in the street fills my head, blood pooling from under her delicate frame molded by a white garment.
My hands freeze on her body, but she arches into my touch, grabbing my hands and pressing them to her breasts.
“Forgive me, Cerys,” I manage, fighting back the bitterness that crawls up my throat.
“Please take me,” she pleads, her eyes hooded. She opens her legs, offering me the curly dark triangle between her legs.