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“I will say when you have had enough, for it will be of my choosing.” I swallowed hard, nearly choking as I gasped straight after a second finger entered me. My ass flew from the bed as my back arched up. His hand quickly left my breast so he could plant a heavy palm over my sex, pushing me back down and pinning me once more to where he wanted me. Then he started to finger fuck me, thrusting into me and curling his fingers in a way that I felt it rubbing against something new inside me.
“Please… oh god… no, I can’t… I can’t… fuck, yes… don’t stop, don’t stop… DON’T STOP! AAAHHH!” I screamed, quickly changing my mind on him stopping as my third orgasm burst from me unexpectedly, this time making me shake from the force of it. I continued to pant, completely spent of energy and I felt as if I could have slept for a week. But then he finally released me, and I forced myself to look down at him, finding him sucking on his fingers as if the magic they’d created produced liquid candy. Fuck me, it was the hottest fucking sight I had ever seen in my life.
Well, that was until he stood up and started to rid himself of his slacks, pushing them down along with the waist band of his underpants. The sight it freed was one that had me sucking back a startled breath. But he must have seen the wide-eyed look of fear for himself as he took his length in his own hand. The length and girth were far more than I believed even possible to take. The size far exceeding his own large hand as he pumped his palm down this cock, one that looked more like a weapon for breaking virginial, naive girls.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were made for me,” he said clearly, knowing exactly what I had been thinking.
“I beg to differ… emphasis on the begging part,” I said, making him grin, and it was purely bad to the bone. I even found myself shifting further up the bed, and I wasn’t one hundred percent sure it wasn’t to get away from him or not. Especially when I heard his shoes hit the floor, followed by the rest of his clothes, knowing what was coming next. I even flinched when I felt the bed dip, seeing now the way he crawled over me, like some predator defending its kill. Christ, he was glorious, all perfect naked skin over rippling muscle, he looked like someone had sculptured him out of clay. I was afraid to touch him, as if it wouldn’t be allowed and God himself would strike me down for daring to touch such perfection.
His large shoulders and the bulk of his arms, including those powerful bulging biceps… well, it was no wonder he could pick me up with ease the way he did. But then, they looked to come in handy now, as he leaned all his weight on one forearm next to my head, so he was free to dip his hand down my body. I then felt him run two fingers between my soaked folds, making me shudder beneath him at the sexual contact. But before he could do more, his fingers left me and I was soon no longer questioning why.
“I want you to taste the perfection I have tasted… open.” He ended this on an order as held out his two fingers to my lips, a pair now dripping with evidence of my multiple orgasms. I had to say I was shocked enough that my lips parted. And whether it was an invitation or not, he took it as one, slipping his two fingers inside my mouth. I had to open wide to accommodate them and his eyes heated at the sight, as if he was imagining something else there instead. Something I knew without a doubt I would struggle to take. But then from the looks of him, that idea only added to the sexual kick he would get.
But I also found myself questioning why, despite my innocence in the bedroom, why did I find the idea so hot? Why did I find the taste of myself being licked from his fingers such a fucking turn on? Despite not being naive enough to know that it was a thing and that many people participated. A man’s dominance over me in the bedroom hadn’t been something I thought I would ever want.
But as for myself… fucking addictive.
So, I licked his fingers clean until he pulled them from between my lips, making me suck tighter around the digits. Doing so as if trying to give him a taste of what I hoped was to come the next time a piece of him came near my eager mouth. And with the way his eyes glowed a brighter shade of blue again, I would say he didn’t miss the want in my actions.
And I didn’t miss his.
Not when those same fingers threaded into my hair before making a fist, pulling my head back so he could consume my lips, letting me taste myself yet again. His kiss turned hard as I felt the weight of not only his body against my own but also the weight of his cock lying against my stomach. I swear the thing was pulsating in its own eagerness to get inside me, and the thought made me brave enough to want to take it in my hand and touch it. Something I did and was met with a hiss of pleasure as he tore his mouth from mine to make the sexual sound.
“I am trying so fucking hard here,” he gritted out, making my eyes widen in shock before braving to ask,
“Trying?”
“To go slow, baby,” he answered, putting his forehead to my own, and I sucked in a quick breath at the admission. So, I told him softly, with whispered words over his lips,
“Fuck going slow.” Then I pumped my hand down his cock as if to seal my words as being a promise. This made him growl before suddenly he was up, and I lost my hold on him. I thought I had said something wrong, that was until he started spreading my legs around him, now lining up the head of his cock with my dripping core.
“Relax, baby, I won’t hurt you.” I purposely did as he asked and when he felt my leg muscles relax slightly, he praised,
“Good, Little Bird… that’s good.” He hummed this second part as he started to push himself inside me, and I arched my neck back as the feeling of being deliciously stretched flooded me. But then I soon realized this feeling would only increase, because there was a lot more to go before being seated fully inside me.
“Soooo fucking good,” he practically purred as he pushed the next few inches inside, making me suck in a quick breath. Then he ran his hands down my breasts, gripping onto them as he pushed further inside me and I was at least thankful he hadn’t just slammed into me. Especially knowing now how that would have felt because it was on the cusp of being too much. But then he lowered himself back down over me and told me gently,
“I have to take your barrier and I cannot do that gently.” I released another held breath and nodded, unable to say the words. However, in the end, it was the words he wanted,
“Tell me to stop, Evie.” I shook my head telling him no.
“I want your words, Little Bird.” I swallowed hard and told him,
“I… want… you.” At this he closed his eyes as if this had meant the world to him. Which also meant that his answer made this one of the most beautiful moments of my life as his lips came to rest at my ear.
“I love you, my Siren,” he whispered and the second he did, two things stole my breath, because his words of love were followed with him pushing himself the rest of the way inside me. Now taking my virginity in the most perfect way. My head fell back and my mouth opened on a silent cry.
“The pain will ease, my sweet girl,” he cooed down at me, smoothing back my hair from my face and running the pad of his thumb across my freckled cheek.
“I’m… I’m okay,” I told him, panting through the uncomfortable pain, making him place his forehead to mine. This was before he started moving once more and, this time, making sure to go as slow as he was able. An action that replaced the discomfort with a building pleasure that made me want more. My hand found its way to his ass, digging my nails in the fleshy muscle. This was at the same time I pleaded,
“More… give me more, Ryker.” At this his eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed in a heated way. His animalistic growl ended up vibrating against my neck, with the flesh there being held in between his teeth. This was at the same time he started to move faster, making me uncharacteristically wish he would bite me for real, not really understanding where that primal thought came from.
Again, the feeling built inside me, only this time it was different. Not like when having his lips latched onto my clit but a different type of pleasure. One I felt more in control of, like I was the one who needed to let go of it and trust him with drawing it out of me. So, I tightened my legs around him and started to meet his thrusts with my own, being the one to chase the orgasm, until finally he told me,
“Let it go… trust me and let it go, Evie.” As soon as he spoke, it was like opening the flood gates for euphoria to consume me.
“YES, RYKER!” I cried out as it waved through me, making me spasm around his length, one that was soon pumping his own release inside me.
