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“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don’t know where this ballsy woman came from, but I’m so damn happy to meet her.” He digs his middle deeper into my hold, and my natural response is to squeeze him, lure him into giving me what I want most—him, all of him.
He grasps my wrist in the clutch of his hand, forcefully moving me away from my prize. He soothes the assertive way he removed my hand with a wink. All rational thoughts fly from my mind once he starts nibbling at my skin. The calming the pinch of pain from his blunt teeth with the flat of his tongue afterward has my entire being soaring.
Pleasure with a nip of pain arouses me, making me a sopping wet mass of flesh and bones—flooding the sheets beneath my rear end.
“Patience, love. The anticipation will make the win so much sweeter,” he suggests. I’m not sure how much of that I believe. All it’s doing is making me a quivering mess.
“No, Julius. Now,” I cry out as soon as he swipes his tongue over the bundle of nerves protruding from my center, clamoring for attention. “I need you. I need you right now. I feel empty. It hurts.” A provocative, bestial growl escapes his lips, sending a shooting vibration of insatiable hunger to strum throughout my entire being.
Lust is overriding my common sense. Every teaching, every vow of celibacy to keep my chastity intact means nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Without marital vows tying us together, I should be stopping this, not encouraging it.
A small, naughty voice, a succulent side that has made a sudden and surprise appearance, reminds me,He made you a promise. You will be his, and he will be yours.
I’m salacious with need, unadulterated need.
He travels down my body, mapping it with his tongue as he slides down, eventually pushing my legs out, splaying me wide open to make room for his broad shoulders, settling between them. He sniffs my center, his chest rumbling, which feels right and wrong at the same time. Risqué, indecent, mischievous—and I love every second of it.
A zing of goosebumps run up and down my spine when he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking on it like it’s a lollipop. “Oh, oh, oh,” I chant as my hips propel upward, pushing my core deeper into his mouth.
Julius hums. The vibration from his mouth has my eyes crossing, and my libido exploding like a live wire left unattended, electrocuting my every nerve ending as he laps at me, eating me like a man consuming his last meal.
When he pushes one of his fingers inside of me, then two, he scissors them, curls them, bumping along a spot inside of me that has me tossing my head back with a moan. I become a blistering disaster. No part of me is calm. I’ve gone wild with insatiable need. I begin to move, looking for a tether to keep me grounded because if not, I fear my body will levitate from the bed.
I don’t want anything to take me away from encountering every moment of this wanton feeling that’s awakened inside of me. “More, stop, please,” I implore, confused about what I want from him. More of this, or something else entirely.
“Shh, I’ll take care of you, baby girl,” he coos, trekking up my body, using my abdomen as a napkin to wipe my release off his chin as he crawls back up and over me. “Kiss me, Shayne.”
It should be disgusting, agreeing to have his lips on mine after he’d made me feel so good, but it’s more seductive in a way. I groan as his lips crash onto mine. I wrap my arms and legs around him, dragging him down where our torsos are aligned and we’re chest to chest.
I know that it’s going to hurt, burn, and be uncomfortable when he slides deep inside of me, but I yearn for it, long for it, want to enjoy every stretch and invasion of it. I’m almost greedy for it. My body, heart, and soul don’t care that there’s going to be a pinch of pain before experiencing the unadulterated pleasure he’ll give me afterward.
“Give it to me, big papa,”I internally muse.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’m gonna give it to you,” he answers, his pupils blown with lust, making them look nearly inhuman.
If I wasn’t so elated and sadiated, I’d be embarrassed that I stated that out loud. His right-hand glides to the top of the bed, and he yanks a pillow down.
“Gonna make this as painless as possible, baby.” His left hand lifts my hips as he slides the pillow he just grabbed underneath them. Julius sits back on his calves, my legs lifted and spread. He’s staring down at me, every part of me, like I’m the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen.
“Please, Julius,” I plead, my being singing for more, feeling deprived and unfulfilled. I may not logically know what my body is looking for, I’ve never been in this predicament before now, but it’s instinctual. Natural. Savage. A woman mating with her man. I need him, want him to brand me in a way nobody else ever has or ever will.
He climbs his way back off of the bed and undresses f in a lightening rate of speed. As he stands before me in all of his naked glory, my core begins to clench, and my legs begin to scissor, looking for that friction that’ll ease the ache growing inside of me.
He. Is. Magnificent.
His physique is well-defined. You can clearly see that he takes care of himself by working out.
Julius spreads my labia, pressing his thumb against my clit with one hand while he glides his dick through my folds with his other. Not able to resist, I look down. Seeing him coated in my silky release is erotic. I begin to internally purr, an enchantress singing her song of allurement so that she can lure her prey to her and use him for her every womanly wile until she’s satiated.
When the head of his dick notches, then breaches my entrance, I pant. His eyes rise from where we meet and latch on to mine. They steadily gaze into mine as he eases his shaft into my sheath one inch at a time, feeding his length inside of me with caution and care—being mindful that I’ve never been with a man, in any way, before him.
A tear slides down my cheek when he shreds my hymen, and a hiss of discomfort from me follows. Julius is large, wide, all man, every part of him. I’m stretched, full. Even with the anguish that came with him tearing into my womanhood, I don’t want him to stop. I want this connection with him, no, Ineedthis connection with him.
“Want” and “need”, those seem to be the two words that I use the most when it comes to this man.
Myman.
