She closed her eyes and licked her lips, moaning and whimpering as he rubbed the head of his cock against her slit. It felt so good, so incredible and she didn’t want it to stop. God, she never wanted him to stop, she realized as she turned her head, reached up, gripped his hair and yanked him back down for a kiss.
He groaned approvingly against her lips as he thrust his hips faster between her legs, hitting her clit with every other rock of his hips and before she realized what was happening, she was screaming his name and pushing back against him, greedy for every little thrust as an orgasm tore through her.
She was still screaming seconds later as he continued to rub his cock against her, so close to a second orgasm, desperate for it so that when he rolled her over onto her stomach, grabbed her hips and yanked her up unitl she was on all fours, she really didn’t care because he was still rubbing that large tip of his cock against her and she was close, so unbelievably close to a second orgasm that she-
“Oh, God!” she screamed in pleasured pain as she suddenly found herself impaled on that large cock that she’d been enjoying so much. When he pulled out and plunged back inside her, she realized something very important.
Her grandfather had lied to her the same way he’d lied to her whenever she had to get a shot. It wasn’t a quick pinch that was over in seconds, but an agonizing pain that threatened to tear her in two as he tightened his hold on her hips, held her still and ground his cock inside her.
She was definitely putting her grandfather on a bland diet after this, she decided, biting back a scream as Duncan continued to fuck her harder and harder with each thrust. Definitely, a bland diet…
Chapter 16
Monday, December 7th.
“Oh, fuck no,” he said, panting hard as he held onto the trembling woman in his arms, who was desperately trying not to cry even as he licked his lips, trying to hold back another moan as the last trace of the most powerful orgasm that he’d ever had ran up his cock, into his satisfied balls and finally into his spine, giving him another hit of pleasure.
She’d felt so fucking good, had been so responsive, so wet, so unbelievably tight and worst of all, a fucking virgin.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to focus on anything besides the fact that he was still inside her and that she felt so fucking good, so fucking tight that he wanted to-
The little grunt of relief he heard when he pulled out had him smiling despite how pissed off he was at the moment. He should never have touched her. He definitely should never have kissed her and he sure as hell shouldn’t have fucked her, but after he’d seen that book and that drawer, he hadn’t been able to think about anything else.
It had been a huge mistake to come back here, he realized as Necie slowly rolled over to face him. He prepared himself for the tears, the screams, sobs and about a million other things that he deserved for what he’d just done to her, but what he hadn’t been prepared for was her beautiful eyes searching his, looking for answers that he didn’t have. He opened his mouth to ask her if she was okay and to tell her that he was sorry, but instead he found his gaze locked with hers as he shifted over her and settled between her legs.
He leaned down and brushed his lips teasingly against hers, groaning in pleasure when the small action rushed blood to his satisfied cock, hardening it by the time that it came to rest against her slit. He told himself to stop, to get off her and back the fuck up before he made it worse, but she took the decision out of his hands when she reached up and gently cupped his face in her delicate hands and pulled his face down so that she could return the kiss.
Once her lips brushed against his, he was lost.
Absolutely fucking lost.
He grabbed fistfuls of the sheet, trying to gain some semblance of control, but the sweet little moans that she was making against his lips had him quickly forgetting that he was making another serious mistake. He groaned when she tentatively suckled his tongue, making him want her more than any other woman before her.
He tried to do the right thing. He tried to stop kissing her, tried to calm his breathing, tried to think straight, but nothing worked. So, he tried to pull away from her, but she put a stop to any half-assed attempts he made to do the right thing by wrapping her legs around his waist and loosely locking her feet over his ass, snapping his control within a split second and making it humanly impossible to do anything but pull his hips back, aim himself towards her core and slowly push back inside.
“Fuck,” he gasped, realizing just how wet she still was.
She gave a little whimper that him stopping immediately, but when she ran her fingers through his hair and tenderly whispered, “Shhh, it’s okay,” as she brushed her lips against his bottom one, he knew there was no turning back.
This time though, he was going to make sure that he did this right for her. Releasing his hold on the tangled sheet, he carefully wrapped his arms around her as he slowly entered her, savoring her tight sheath while he struggled not to lose control.
God, how he wanted to fuck her.
As he looked down into her beautiful grey eyes as he slowly sank inside her, he told himself that this was only sex. He’d fucked up assuming that she was experienced and open to a night of casual sex to stay warm and pass the time, but he’d been so fucking wrong, he realized as he licked his lips. She felt so fucking fantastic, he thought as he slid inside her, savoring the way that her velvety walls tightened around him, pulling him in deeper and deeper until he thought he’d lose his fucking mind.
“Duncan,” she whispered his name reverently as she leaned up and kissed him. “Oh, God, Duncan,” she moaned against his lips as he slowly pulled back and slid back inside, eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them as he lost himself in the sensation of sliding inside of-
“Oh, God, Duncan,” she moaned and whimpered, sounding close to the edge and bringing him there faster than he would have liked when she added, “I love you.”
He wished that he’d been able to say something reassuring to her, had given her a smile, brushed his lips against hers, pressed a kiss to her forehead, but he didn’t do any of that.