My cock is as hard as steel while I charge up the steps. How can she expect me to dance with her with a smile on my face when she admits she is a virgin?
That no other has touched her or been inside her.
How could a man think clearly?
And the only man she’ll ever have is me. Forever. I know she thinks she’ll be able to go home, but that’s never going to happen.
She’s huffing and puffing, grumbling nonsense as I carry her up the steps.
I walk through the doors that take me to my own wing in the house, then kick it shut.
“Can you put me down now?” she asks.
I ignore her. I don’t think she fully understands how I’m barely able to keep a clear head. I open the bedroom door, carry her over the threshold, and then toss her on the bed.
She yelps and a few pieces of her hair fall from her clip. “Well, at least you put me down,” she says, sitting up on her elbows.
I yank off my bowtie first, then shrug off my jacket.
“What…what are you doing?” she asks, breathless, as she watches me unbutton my shirt.
I don’t say anything again. There’s no need to. Her nerves will settle, and she’ll see what’s about to happen.
“Adrian?” my name breaks, falling from her lips.
I slide off my shirt next, revealing my bare chest to her and her breath catches. I toss the shirt onto the dresser, then kick off my Italian loafers, and begin to undo my belt.
Once I’m standing in my boxer briefs, I readjust my cock, and her eyes bulge, widening when she sees the thick outline hiding beneath my underwear.
Stalking forward, I crawl onto the bed until I’m settled over her, pushing her hair behind her ears, then trail my knuckles down her face. “I’m going to claim my wife and show you what life can be like with me. You’re never going to want to leave. I’ll be your home. You just have to give me a chance, Sweetness. I’ll be everything you need. Anything.” I kiss her neck, my eyes rolling back when I smell the citrus of her perfume.
I kiss her throat, dragging my lips up the elegant curve of her neck. “I can be what you need,” I whisper against her lips.
“Adrian,” she hushes, running her fingers through my hair.
I take that as the green light, crashing my mouth against hers as I take her in a heated kiss. She’s stunned for a second, but a second later, her eagerness takes over, and her inexperience only fuels me. She’s dousing kerosene on a wild blaze, and the heat is burning me from the inside out. I slide my tongue against hers and swallow her surprised gasp, groaning down her throat when she tentatively grazes hers against mine.
Fuck, she feels so perfect. I never want this night to end. I want to replay it forever, for the rest of my life.
I break away, skimming my fingers across her collarbones, and a faint blush fills her cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.” I watch as the same fingers that have suffocated a man worship her body, wanting to trace every line and curve that creates her.
I would never have thought I could be so gentle, but I’ve dreamed of this, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
Sitting up, I flip her onto her stomach and begin to unbutton the back of her dress. I want to rip it to pieces, but I think of her and what she wants. Maybe one day, she’ll want our daughter to have it, and that thought alone is enough for me to take a deep breath.
“Adrian, I haven’t ever—you need to know—”
I bend down and kiss the back of her neck. “I know, Sweetness. You have no idea what it does to me either, knowing I’m the only man who will ever touch you.” I slide my tongue down her spine as I drag her dress from her body. Her strapless bra comes into view, then her white, lace, cheeky underwear, and I let the dress fall to a useless pile on the floor.
I have a painting in my studio just like this.
She was on my bed, sprawled out, needing me, wanting me, dying for me to ease the ache in her body.
Who would have thought all my fantasies would come true?
“Do you want this?” I question, my hands cascading down her body, then back up, playing with the hooks of her bra.
The last thing I want is for her to regret me. Being married is one thing; giving her body to me is another.
“Yes,” she whispers, gripping the comforter in her hands.
With one hand, I unhook her bra and slide it out from under her, throwing it behind my shoulder. Needing to see her, I flip her onto her back and inhale, holding my breath when I see her perfect breasts.
I cup them, my cock jerking when I feel how soft they are, how perfect they fit in my palms. I pluck her nipples, rolling them between my calloused fingertips; she whimpers, pinching her eyes shut as sensations she’s never experienced before are overtaking her body.
“So fucking perfect, aren’t you?” I lean over and kiss her silken skin, licking the curve of her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth, nibbling it with my teeth to create a slight sting.
“Oh my God,” she groans, burying her fingers in my hair, and her touch is nearly enough to make me come. I’ve waited so long for it, dreamed of it, and now it’s mine.
I kiss my way down her body, her stomach trembling while I nibble on her ribcage, and she gasps under me, squirming from the attention.
I make note that her ribcage is one of her hot spots. I continue my way down, hooking my fingers under her panties.
I swallow, suddenly nervous, wondering if I’m going to be able to please her how I’ve imagined it for all these years. I pull them slowly down her thighs, sliding my eyes up her body to meet hers. She’s watching me intently, nibbling her bottom lip, her breaths loud and audible. I don’t tear my eyes from her until her panties are on the floor.
Looking down, I growl when I see the trimmed hair and slick lips waiting for me. Parting her legs, I grumble in delight.
So wet.
So undiscovered.
My mouth waters and I can’t wait for a second longer. My control snaps, and I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue diving into the rich taste of her virgin hole. I groan, my eyes rolling back to my head when her taste bursts across my tongue.
“Adrian!” she cries out my name, and it sounds better than any fantasy I ever conjured.
Lifting her by her waist, I squeeze her ass, pulling her against my face. I want to drown in her. I want to be able to taste her for days. I continue to plunge my tongue in and out, her body wiggling against the bed. She rocks her hips, seeking more from me, and I’m happy to give it to her.
Slipping my tongue up her seam, I suck her clit into my mouth, needing an orgasm from her to make sure she’s ready for me. Her thighs tremble, and her sounds become higher, louder, and less controlled.
“Adrian. Dri! Oh my God, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Someone would have to kill me right now to get me to stop.
I could live here, buried between her legs, my tongue tasting the sweetness of her cherry, and I would die a happy man.
“Yes! Yes, oh God,” she cries, rocking herself against my face, taking away my ability to take a breath. My lungs scream as she suffocates me, but I won’t move an inch. She’s so close, too close for me to call it quits.
A final shout escapes her, and she bends her back, her body spasming with each explosion the orgasm creates. I lick her clean, wanting every drop of her nectar that I’ve waited too long to taste.
Giving a quick kiss to her sensitive clit, igniting one more twitch from her body, I crawl over her, smashing my lips against hers, so she tastes herself.
She grabs at my underwear, pushing them down, and I help her by kicking them off. Our bodies press against each other, the heat from her skin soaking into mine. I place my hand on the side of her neck, getting lost in her kiss.
My wife.
The most precious thing to me in this entire universe. No one else matters. Nothing else matters.
Her hand wraps around my cock, squeezing it hard, and I gasp, breaking the kiss. I arch my back, flexing my hips to drive my cock into her fist.
“Fuck,” I growl, watching her stroke me. Her fingers can’t touch, which only brings more lust to my veins.
“I want to taste you,” she whispers, voice shaking with nerves, and I find it to be such a turn-on.
“Sweetness, I’ll never stop you from doing what you want.” My lips part as she sits up, getting onto her knees to get comfortable, and she moves her hand to get a better grip on me. The large diamond ring sitting on her finger glimmers in the light, and I can’t help the smug smile tilting my lips when I see it.
That hand is gliding up and down my cock, the hand wearing my ring, proving to the world she’s mine. My orgasm tingles around the base of me, right where her hand is.
Her lips part, and she flicks her tongue across the tip. I should be embarrassed by the loud noise that breaks free from my chest, but I can’t stop it.
“I like how you taste,” she says.
Is she trying to get me to make a fool of myself?
I’m too close to coming. She can’t say things like that.
Looking up at me, those dark lashes blinking, she wraps her lips around my head, carefully sucking me. I moan, running my fingers through her hair. Liking my response, she sucks harder, and my head falls back. Her mouth is wet and hot, her tongue twirling around me as if I’m her favorite lollipop.
She sucks me deeper, taking only half of me and hollowing her cheeks.
I groan, deciding I need to watch, so I don’t miss another second. Her lips are stretched wide, spit dripping down her chin, and she gags, choking for a moment while I touch the back of her throat.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth, Sweetness.” I want nothing more than to fuck her face, but I resist, telling myself that’s something we need to work up to.
She hums, the vibrations nearly making me fall over, and I tighten my fingers in her hair, pulling at the root. Mable begins a rhythm. It’s messy from inexperience, but it’s what makes this the best experience of my life.
No one else has ever had her mouth.
And that thought is an aphrodisiac.
With a snarl, I push her away, and her tits bounce as her back hits the bed.
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” she says, her lips red and swollen from sucking my cock.
I make my way up her body, slipping my hand around the back of her head as I lift her to bring her mouth to mine. “I’ll fit because I’m meant to be inside you.” Giving her a quick kiss, I straighten, guiding my cock to her cunt. I need to watch myself sink into her, but I want to look into her eyes as I drive through her barrier, wanting to see the expression on her face when she’s being claimed for the first of many times.
Her nails sink into my thigh while I push inside, and my eyes roll from the sensation of her tight walls and heat. She’s like silk being tightened around me.
“Oh, fuck,” I grumble, unsure if I can hold myself back from spilling myself into her depths. “You feel so good, Sweetness. So perfect.” I rub my hands down her thighs, gripping the meat of her hips, and spread her legs wider.
She whimpers, pain etched across her face, and I fall over her, kissing her lightly. “I know, Mable. I know it hurts.”
“It does. You’re so big. You have to give me a second. Please, give me a second.” She squirms under me, unknowingly sinking further onto my cock, taking another inch.
My entire body trembles, but I nod, hiding my face against her shoulder. “Take all the time you need, Sweetness.” I kiss across her shoulder, sucking the flesh where her neck and shoulder meet into my mouth, leaving a red mark. “Take all the time because you feel perfect just like this.” My lips glide from the base of her throat to her jaw, and I nibble along the soft edge before claiming her lips with mine.
Our tongues dance, slipping against one another just as I slip in further until the head hits her virginity, and she gasps audibly.
I lift onto one hand, staring down at her, watching as pain and pleasure morph her face into different expressions.
“Come closer?” she asks, but I hear the plea.
She’s afraid.
Of what, I don’t know, but I never want her to be scared of what’s happening between us, so I easily ease myself on top of her, petting her supple cheeks, adoring the flush taking them over. Her eyes flutter as she leans against my palm.
“Look at me,” I demand, and her eyes snap to mine. “I have you, Sweetness. I’ll take care of you. Always.” Without warning, not wanting to give her any more time to doubt us, I flex my hips, breaking through her virginity, and I sink in until she can’t take any more of me.
My sack settles against the crease of her ass, and she sinks her teeth into my shoulder, and she almost breaks the skin.
“Oh, good girl, so good for me. You feel so good, so right, Sweetness. Fuck, I’d kill for you, Mable. I’d kill anyone who took you from me, who took this away from us.” I give her a moment to get used to me. I know it can’t be comfortable at first.
I feel the moment she relaxes. She sighs, and her pussy lets go of the tight hold it has on me, the invader, the claimer, the husband.
“That’s it, Mable. Let me in,” I croon, sliding out easily before filling her again.
Her lips part in a shocked gasp, and her fingers trace the bite mark indentations on my shoulder.
“A mark I’ll want forever,” I growl, gaining a bit more speed, plunging into her.
“Oh, Adrian. This feels…you feel…”
“I know,” I agree with her before she can say anything else. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.” Curling my hips, I pick up the pace, fucking her harder without any restraint, and she moans; the pain is gone.
“Look at you taking my cock. Just like you were always meant to. You feel so good.”
Our lips meet again, only this time, it’s passionate and desperate; teeth clink, and our tongues battle for dominance, but she relents, knowing I’m the one in charge.
“More, Adrian. Give me more.”
Who am I to deny her?
I pull free from her, ignoring the hint of blood adorning my cock, then flip her onto her stomach. I’m greeted by the round cheeks of her ass and the long path of her spine. Giving her ass a good squeeze, I flatten my tongue where two dimples are settled above the perfect globes and lick up her spine until I’m at her neck.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” I whisper, gathering her hair and drifting it over her shoulder. “Anything.” I slam into her without the barrier in my way, and it fuels me to know her virginity belongs to me. I ram into her hard and fast, pouring all my past aggressions in every fucking thrust.
I yank her head up by her neck and bite her earlobe. “Is this what you want? Do you like to be used and fucked like you’re worthless, Mable?”
“Yes,” she moans, pressing her ass against me to take me deeper.
“You do know you’re anything but worthless to me?” I want to make that clear before this goes any further.
“I’m learning that.” The mattress muddles her words.
“Good because you’re the most precious thing to me, but I’ll fuck you like you’re not.” I press her head against the mattress and plunge my cock deeper. Moving my hand to her nape, I hold her down like that, curling my hips, increasing speed and force until our skin is slapping together and our moans mix together.
I’ve never been a vocal lover, but she’s bringing all the pleasure out of me. I want her to hear how good she makes me feel because no one has ever made me feel so good.
“Yes! Oh God,” she moans into the bed, her hands fisting the sheets.
The bed rocks, the bedframe squeaking from the punishing thrusts I’m giving her. We could have had this for years, but I only get her now? Where’s the fairness in that? So many years wasted. And it makes me so angry.
Growling, I watch myself disappear into her pussy, her ass shaking from the force, and the rage takes control of my movements. I’m hammering into her, wanting her to feel the twist of sorrows I’ve had for all these years because of her.
I am who I am, what I am, all because of Mable Porter.
My fucking weakness.
How dare she make me weak?
“Don’t stop! Adrian, I think…I think—” I stop her by pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back again, taking her breath when I fill her again.
“You think you get to come? Not yet, Sweetness. We haven’t been able to do anything together, but this? You will come when I do. Together.”
“I can’t wait,” she fights me. “I can’t.”
“You better, or I won’t let you come for the rest of the night, and I’m nowhere near done with you.” I gather her legs and place them on my shoulder, driving into her pussy over and over again. My hair hangs in my face, sweat drips down the side of my temple, and when I lock eyes with her, I watch in pure fascination while she plays with her nipples, twisting them while I ravage her.
“I love you,” I grunt with rage. I don’t know why I sound so angry. “I’ve loved for too long.” And I’m mad because she hasn’t loved me at all.
My love isn’t returned.
Not yet.
But it will be.
“Adrian.”
I shake my head, tossing her legs to the side, and drop down to bite her bottom lip into my mouth.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back. Damn it.” My hips falter, and I smash our lips together until I can feel her teeth; the pressure almost hurts.
Almost.
“Now, Sweetness. Now. Come with me.” I toss my head back as the first wave leaves me, and her pussy tightens around me, her walls squeezing me to take every drop from me.
The tendons in her neck tighten, and she cries my name to the heavens, her pussy rippling around me, her honey mixing with my come.
I bury myself as deep as I can with every spurt warming her, needing it to go as deep as possible. I want to take over the depths, own them, possess them just like I want to possess her.
Her nails scrape down my chest, and I hiss, knowing she broke the skin.
We finish at the same time, and I collapse, begging for air to ease my lungs, but I think it might be impossible as long as I have her under me. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her slowly, lazily, then press my forehead against hers.
We’re both quaking in our skin, and the intensity should scare me; I knew what it would be like when I had her in my arms, but nothing prepared me to feel so protective and obsessed.
She isn’t allowed to leave me.
Because no one else is ever allowed to have her.
No one but me.
She’s mine.
