“Oh my God!” Sloane yells as her body shakes.
“No God here, remember, Angel? You’re on a date with the devil tonight.”
The speed of my thrusting increases, and I barely have time to add another finger before she’s coming undone.
Chapter seventeen
What. The actual. Fuck. I just peed on Ledger, and he’s smiling at me.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I say, hiding my face in my hands. “I can’t believe I peed on you.”
“That wasn’t pee. You just squirted.” Ledger chuckles. “And that, Angel, is the only way we were going to get you wet enough to take my cock tonight.”
I am blissfully at a loss for words as he walks over to the pile of costumes to make a pallet. It only takes a moment for me to realize he’s still fully clothed while I’m completely naked. “Hmm, I think you have too many layers covering your, erm, dick for you to put it in anything.”
Ledger turns toward me with a smirk on his face. “Oh, does my girl want a little strip tease?”
I nod enthusiastically before he starts slowly undressing. He begins with his shirt, pulling it off over his head in that sexy way only the most attractive men seem to do. I admire the closer look at his muscled chest, noting the presence of just theright amount of hair to be masculine without obstructing his tattoos.
Next, he makes quick work of kicking off his shoes before pulling his pants down, leaving him in black boxer briefs. I notice the tattoos that dip below the waistband of his briefs before zeroing in on the massive bulge that’s honestly a little scary at this stage of the game. I slowly work my eyes back up to meet his as he pulls that last piece of clothing all the way down. A desire radiates from him that makes my pussy clench atnothing, reminding me how badly she needs to be filled. I brave a look down, andthat thing is huge.
His dick stands proud with a slight curve toward his navel. The few veins I can see are practically pulsing. It looks to be the same girth from the base up to the perfectly proportioned head, and is that…something shiny on the tip?
I stand and walk toward him to get a better look. I’m trying to walk seductively when I trip over one of the animal costume heads and fall right into Ledger, knocking him down as well.
His shocked face turns into a smile as his laughter fills the air. My absolute horror is short-lived when I realize we are wrapped up in each other's arms, skin to skin.
I trace my fingers over all his tattoos, memorizing every one of them so that if I never see them again, all I have to do is close my eyes. I notice that the only part of his chest without ink is the patch of skin over his heart. I gradually work my way from his neck to his chest to his abs, tracing both his tattoos and his chiseled muscles, relishing in the way they spasm at my touch. I lower my gaze to his beautiful dick and brace my hands on his thighs before looking back up at his face. His pupils are completely blown, and his breathing is labored.
“How bad did that hurt?” I ask, referencing the two silver bars in the head of his dick.
“The magic cross or the ladder? They both hurt like hell, but it was worth it for the pleasure they bring. And not just for me,” he says with a wink.
I look back down, confused about what either of those are. I’ve only ever heard of a Prince Albert, and I don’t even know what that looks like.
Lo and behold, there are seven bars on the underside of his shaft starting about an inch from his balls and continuing every inch all the way up.
I reach out to touch it, looking up at him for reassurance before continuing. When he doesn’t protest, I run my finger down the ladder before wrapping my hand around his shaft, or trying to. My fingers barely touch.
“You’re never going to fit inside me.”
Ledger takes my hand from his dick and kisses it before pulling me close to him and looking into my eyes. “It will fit. It’ll hurt like hell at first. But itwillfit.”
I search his eyes for any insincerity, but I find none. For two months, this gorgeous, tattooed Viking with a beautiful dick has been pursuing me relentlessly. He’s shown more interest in me than everyone in my life, combined. I’m scared. If it were just the attention from an attractive guy, it wouldn’t be a problem. It’s that I actually think he’sincredible.He’s kind, and I know it’s not just an act to impress me because I’ve seen the way he interacts with his friends and family. He’s passionate, and his sense of humor matches mine. He makes me laugh every time we talk, and he seems genuinely amusedwith me as well. But most importantly, his soul seems to call out to mine.
I’m scared because I want to give myself to him, but I’m afraid this is all just a game. Everyone in my life who is supposed to love me has treated me as if I’m just a pawn to be used when it was most advantageous to them. That's all I know at this point. On top of that, I’ve been taught my entire life that my virginity was sacred. That I shouldn’t give it to anyone but my husband.
The thought of that misogynistic teaching pulls me out of my head. If I’m going to lose my virginity, it might as well be to a man who knows what he’s doing. What’s the worst thing that could happen?I fall madly in love with him, and he leaves me crying and heartbroken?Ugh, at least I can say I lost my virginity to a sex god.
I press my lips to Ledger’s and kiss him as passionately as I feel. It’s the only way for me to express how badly I need him.
I crawl into Ledger’s lap, wrapping my legs around him, pulling our bodies as close as possible. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach, the metal from his piercings a cool contrast to the heat of his shaft. Ledger breaks our kiss, running his hands up and down the length of my back. “This is your only chance to run, Sloane. Once I’m inside you, there’s no turning back.”
I nod.
“Words, baby,” Ledger says, grabbing the sides of my face and staring into my eyes. “I need your words.”
A breathy yes is all I’m able to say before he has us flipped over and is kissing me again.
