“He’ll take good care of you, Celeste,” I whisper as I kneel between her legs, rubbing my hand up her soft thighs. Perfection like this should be fucking illegal.
Celeste
I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long I’m in awe. I’m not sure I knew what to expect from Martin, but he’s on the hunt and I’m his prey.
Worry tries to slither into my consciousness as I think about how large he is, but I push it back and focus on the need pounding through my veins. I know it’s only one night, but the look in his eyes makes my heart sing.
He watches me like I’m the most delicious dessert on the menu.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
I can only nod. My voice is lodged somewhere in my stomach.
“Show me.”
My thighs drop open for him. The panties I’m wearing barely cover my virginity, and if the darkening of his gaze says anything, he can tell just how much I want him.
“Will it hurt?” I whisper, licking my lips as his face lowers between my legs.
He doesn’t answer me at first, and by the time he does raise his head, I’m too lost in the feel of his hot breath breathing on my thighs to care.
“Yes.” His no-nonsense answer gives me pause, but I only nod again.
“You’ll take it away, won’t you, Martin?” My head drops back on my shoulders as he lowers his face again, inhaling my scent deep into his lungs. “Ohhhh.” The feelings lighting my body up guarantee he’ll make me feel good.
“Not before I enjoy it.” My body drops to the mattress and Martin peels my bra and panties off gently as he kisses up and down my body. His soft lips make me shiver every time he touches me.
“Please!” I cry out when he licks across one nipple, cupping the whole breast in his hand and sucking the peak deeply into his mouth. My entire body pulses with desire, and I can’t help the way I rub my bare pussy against his thigh. The coarse hairs on his flesh create a friction I didn’t know I needed.
“Tell me, sweet virgin, have you played with this pretty pussy before?” He’s kissing along to my other globe and it takes a moment before I can comprehend his question.
“Yes.” I whimper.
He pauses, and I feel him tense. “Thinking about who?”
It’s my turn to smirk at the jealousy in his tone. “You.”
“That’s my girl.” He whispers the words, but I feel them throughout my entire frame. His girl. I really could get used to the sound of that.
Don’t Celeste, you’ll get hurt. Stupid inner voice.
His expert fingers search out my heat and soon he’s inserting one finger, then another, and all too quickly I’m floating high in the sky. Nothing but euphoria flows through me.
“Martin…” I whine.
“Celeste.”
He groans. Pulling his hands free, I sense him moving forward and feel the fat head of his cock pushing at my entrance.
“Don’t tighten up on me.” His harsh growl vibrates in the room.
Dropping my legs as far open I can, I arch into his body, hoping to make it easier. The burning in my core has tears in my eyes and soon he’s forced his way in, and a pain-filled scream rips from my chest.
“Shhh.” He tries to soothe, but I can’t stand it and try to push him away. “Stop moving, Celeste.” His angry bark pops my eyes open and I see he’s in just as much pain as I am.
I can’t stop the sob breaking free. “It hurts.”
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my lips, cheek, neck, and coming back to my mouth. He slowly slides his tongue between my lips, making me think of what he’s doing up here rather than down there. “Rock into me, lift your hips up and down, nice and slow. Just like…fuck.” Dropping his head onto my chest, his breaths are harsh, and I soon find a slow rhythm that eases the pain inside.
“Are you okay?” I whisper when he still doesn’t move.
“I have to move, Celeste,” he groans.
“Okay.”
“It might hurt you.”
I hesitate. “Okay.” I want his pleasure every bit as much as my own, and if that means some discomfort, I’ll take it, because it means I gave him something.
Gripping my thighs in his large hands, Marty puts them over his shoulders while leaning over my body, I’m suddenly extremely grateful for those gymnastics’ courses all these years.
“So fucking tight.” He groans into my ear.
My knees are at my shoulders and my arms are pinned by his hands, but good lord does this feel wonderful.
“Harder, Martin.” I don’t know where the words come from, but I know I need him to move more. To give us more.
“You’re so soft, and supple.” His praise makes me smile until he hits something inside of me and my body goes nuclear.
“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” I pant. Panic blasts through me as his pace picks up and my body tenses, releasing adrenaline through my bloodstream and making me light-headed.
“Breathe for me, baby.” Marty watches me with hooded eyes and barely leashed desire.
“I can’t.” I whine.
Gripping my chin with his hand, a snarl crosses his face as he tilts my head. “You fucking can, but I’ll give you a reason not to.” And he slams his mouth over mine. This is nothing like the sweet kisses we shared before.
He’s rough. Demanding. Hard. He takes everything he wants from me and gives nothing in return. Biting my tongue, I hiss, but he sucks, making every pulse point in my body throb with pleasure.
“Give it to me, Celeste. Give me everything.”
I bite my lip, close my eyes, and breathe as he continues to love my body. Proving over and over that whatever pleasure my hand has given me is nothing compared to the buildup I’m feeling now.
“Oh God. Oh fuck. Martin!” I scream so loud my voice cracks. Sweat drips down my forehead and my body freezes as he thrusts, unrelenting through my pleasure, and takes his own.
“Oh fuck.” Martin roars as he slams in my tight channel over and over before he pulls free and releases his pleasure all over my stomach and chest. The warm jets of semen make my pussy pulse with the need to fill it. But I know that can’t happen. Not with Martin.
He’s a playboy.
I’m just some dumb schoolgirl who fell in love.
Chapter Three
Marty
I don’t know what the fuck happened. One minute I’m having the orgasm of my fucking life and the next I’m out cold.
I’ve never fucking passed out after sex. I’m normally going for seconds and thirds. But, Jesus fuck, Celeste. She has this innate ability to relax me. She fucking took everything I threw at her and begged for more.
I gave it to her. In spades. I thought she’d have run from the room when I told her she was sleeping with my cum all over her body. She fucking rubbed it in with a goddamned smile on her face and cuddled up to me.
We spent the whole night with her in my arms. I’ve never slept better in my life. I want to do it again. I need to fucking do it again. Every damn night.
With her.
Only ever with Celeste.
Looking to her side of the bed, I already know she’s gone. She stole away sometime in the early morning hours. Anger rolls through me that she thinks she can leave me.