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I worry I will be too.
But I do it.
I do it and I love it, his warm lips are suddenly on mine, pressing harder as we both struggle to breathe, and with one hand on his jaw, I feel my other doing as he says.
I stifle a louder moan, finally whimpering as I start to pump a flat palm against what feels like a tree trunk in his pants.
I try to get hold of it, but my hand slips, making him growl low.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, taking my whole lobe in his mouth, pressing it between his teeth until I find my grip on his cock through the fabric of his pants.
Meanwhile, one of his own huge hands has grabbed my waist. The other sliding right up between my legs, making me see stars that pop in the dim light behind my closed eyes.
His large fingers slowly and gently bunch together, opening my sex for him through my panties under my costume while his thick thumb finds its mark. A slick and instant line of hot moisture seeps through everything.
My swollen clit feels like it’ll burst if he doesn’t do something to make me come.
Right freaking now.
“Lucian,” I gasp again, but he’s already moving me over towards my couch, which also happens to be my bed.
A fold out I never bother to pack away because… well. Why would I? It’s not like I have company every day.
And this morning I didn’t think I’d have God’s gift to women about to lay me out on it, that’s for sure.
“I want you, Carol. I want you to be mine,” he murmurs, lying me flat as the whole couch creaks under his weight.
My hands move around his thick neck, pulling him closer, wanting him to press against me with all his weight. Needing him as close to me as possible.
I have a million reasons to argue why an older guy like Lucian could never go for a younger, thick girl like me.
But the charge from his hands, his whole body, and most of all, that huge hot rod prodding my belly; I know this is the only thing that matters right now.
If I’m about to be homeless, I may as well go out smiling.
“Say you’ll be mine,” he orders, his thumb finding its mark yet again, slipping into my drenched pussy as I feel myself start to buck against it.
“I’m yours,” I wheeze, feeling my whole body jerk and my eyes start to roll once his touch and voice make me lose all control.
“Lucian… I’m gonna…” I gasp again.
Calmly but surely, he slips off my Mrs. Claus skirt, revealing my drenched lace panties that my hungry hole is already eating.
With another low growl of satisfaction, he examines me, but only for a moment before he peels them to one side and presses his whole mouth over my now twitching hole.
I grunt, pushing my whole body up against him, my hips starting to rotate and squirm once both my hands find his silky soft hair, pressing him so hard against me, his tongue so deep inside me I wonder how he can even breathe.
I wonder if I’m even breathing, jerking, and grinding against his face, his huge hands gripping my ass cheeks which he starts to pull and push together, my juices running between my cheeks.
It’s too much. I can’t stop what’s coming and I whine louder, trying to say his name and trying to will myself not to come so I can enjoy him for just a little longer.
“Mine!” he growls loudly, the vibrations traveling so far up inside me, it’s like a key unlocking a floodgate of all my emotions.
Yielding to him, to my own climax, I know I’ll be his.
As I start to come, he grunts and groans, savoring my essence in his mouth and spreading it inside my thighs with one of his hands now, sucking and biting them once my shudders become shakes and tremors.
Once he knows he’s finally staked his claim by showing me how he plans to pleasure me not just once, but over and over again, and forever from now on.
That’s what being his means.
I understand it fully when he lets me taste myself in his kiss.
I reach for his zipper, noticing I’m still half-dressed, a vague memory of my crappy apartment flashing across my mind.
I know he wants to claim me properly. And I know I want him inside me.
“I’m a virgin,” I hear myself say softly. “I’ve never even kissed anyone, Lucian,” I confess.
I feel hot, flushed from shame but hearing his groan of approval and then seeing his smile so close to my own mouth, I know it’s just what he wants to hear.
“Good,” he says, a matter of fact. “Then you won’t have any problem learning just how much pleasure I want to give you… and how you’ll take it.”
