“That thing is not going anywhere near my vagina.” She scrunches her nose, her brown eyebrows crinkle together in worry, and the scars around her eyes stand out.
I bend my elbows so I’m in a pushup position above her body and gently kiss the corner of her eye, right on the web-like scar, and feel her lashes flutter against my cheekbone.
“You’re perfect, you know that? I’m obsessed with you, Iris. I haven’t even looked at another woman since you looked at me with those big, green eyes of yours. That hasn’t changed one bit. I still see you, and I know you can see me too, but just in a different way now.” I grab her wrist, guiding her hand inside myopen shirt, and place the palm of her hand right over my rapidly beating heart.
She flexes her hand on my skin, sliding her fingers over my chest, exploring with this imploring look on her face.
“What?” I ask, trailing my lips across the bridge of her nose, finally tracing her freckles with them, moving to the other scars on the left side of her face.
“For a big, bad, scary don, you really are a big teddy bear.” She starts to grin, her lips parting with a twinkling laugh that makes my heart skip a beat.
“No. I’m still the bad guy, but not in your story, Kitten. I’m your dark knight to slay all your enemies.” I take in her gasp as she processes my words, as if it’s my last chance for oxygen, while my lips descend onto hers in a hungry kiss.
She moans in pleasure, something unleashing in her as she duels her tongue against mine for dominance while her fingers make quick work of unbuttoning my shirt. I sit up on my knees between her spread thighs, groaning at the sight of her, and shove my shirt off my shoulders, throwing it somewhere behind me. I dive back on top of her, instantly sucking her stiff nipple into my mouth, tugging on it, and licking it until it is shiny before moving over to worship her other one that’s just as hard.
“Oh. Oh god. Why does that feel so good?” she whines, arching her back for more as she grips my hair and pulls me closer to her breasts.
“Because I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” I struggle to suppress the growl that's rising up my throat, a jealous heat coursing through my veins.
If any man touches her, I’ll kill him. I’ll cut his eyes out for even looking in her direction and send them in the mail later on as a get-well-soon care package.
Possessiveness takes hold of me. I bite down on her nipple, loving the loud shriek she lets out, her body writhing under me with desire. So needy. Just the way I like her.
I freeze as I feel her hand slowly, almost shyly, trail down my abdominal muscles, making them twitch at her touch, but she keeps going. She grabs my belt, tugging hard enough that my hips jerk forward, rubbing against her inner thigh again. She grows bolder, lightly caressing over my zipper, while I grunt and remain motionless. As soon as I feel her fingers tracing the length of my cock, and she tries to wrap them around me but can’t connect since my cock is thick. I lose my fucking mind.
“Kitten, that’s some dangerous territory. You better stop before my control snaps.” My voice is husky, laced with desire as I grind my cock into her hand, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Fuck. You destroy me. You're so perfect for me, Pet. Grip me harder.”
“Romeo, you’re so big.” She bites her bottom lip, her head tilted down as she strokes over my pants before bringing her hand back to my belt and tugging the leather through its loops until it’s hanging loose on either side of my hips.
She stops, looking up at me with a raised brow as I run my hands up and down both of her thighs.
So soft.
“Yes.” My voice comes out deep as my throat muscles strain. I groan as she shifts her gaze back down towards my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. “Can you see me, Pet? How hard I am only for you?”
She blinks her cloudy green eyes, remaining silent while she torments me by pulling my hard cock out and giving it one long stroke from tip to base. I shove my pants down the rest of the way and kick them away just as she runs her fingernail along the vein on my cock, making me shudder.
“I can see the shape of you, but it’s better feeling you instead. Soft like velvet but so hard,” she states with a squeeze, killing me with the innocent way she touches me, exploring with slight hesitation.
“That feels good. Squeeze me harder, like this.” I grunt in pleasure as I wrap my larger hand around hers and show her how to stroke my cock.
A bead of pre-cum leaks out of my tip, her hand stopping when she feels it on her next stroke. She rubs her thumb over the slit in slow circles that are making me throb in her hand, and I’m trying not to snap my hips forward into her fist. I don’t dare blink as she looks up in my general direction, bringing her thumb to her parted mouth and rubbing my cum back and forth, smearing it on her plump lips. She lets out a moan as she very slowly pokes her tongue out and licks, tasting me.
“You taste good too.” She moans, sucking the tip of her thumb to get all the cum off.
My control snaps.
I lean on one arm and wrap my other hand around her swan-like neck, feeling her pulse skip a beat before pounding like a hummingbird. It engulfs her whole throat, and I open and close my hand so she knows what it’s like for me to cut off her oxygen.
“Don’t play games with me, Kitten. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll pass out. And then I’ll do it all over again.” I threaten, releasing her throat and drifting my palm down the center of her chest, over her concave stomach, and right to her pussy with a grind of my hand on her clit.
“What if I want you to do that? Do you want to hear me beg? Because I will.” She gasps as I roughly shove my two fingers into her pussy, wetness coating my hand as I rapidly pump them in and out of her.
“Go ahead. Beg for my cock.” I'm trying to maintain some of the last bit of control I have, but she's making it too difficult.
I don’t want to hurt her, especially since this is her first time. I’m only a man, though, and she’s pushing all the right buttons to have me say the hell with it. I’ll have her screaming in pleasure and pain.
“Please,” she whispers, tangling her fingers in my hair and gripping tightly.
