“I want that, too.” I go up on my elbows, kissing his mouth. “Co back to , Gage.”
It takes a few monts of kissing his lips before they begin to soften. And then he makes a broken sound, dropping his weight fully on top of , kissing frantically. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You just drive fucking insane, Stella. I’m obsessed with you. I’m out of my head.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper as his teeth latch onto my ear, scrape down my neck. “I love you. I’m sorry.”
After feasting beneath my ear, mashing his lips and teeth into the curve of my throat, neck, shoulder, he moves lower. Kissing down my body until he reaches my skirt, working it up to my hips. His hot breaths bathe my inner thighs and I try not to squirm self-consciously as he looks his fill, nibbling at sensitive flesh, before parting my sex with a groaning lick.
“Oh. Honey. So goddamn wet for your man.” He presses his face to , rubbing it side to side. Reveling. “Good girl.”
His voice is still incredibly strained, his fingers bruising on my thighs where he holds them open, but he’s working to regain control. The effort is causing him to shake, but he’s trying. And oh...oh God, he’s found that little nub with his tongue and he’s teasing it with bats and kisses, laboring to breathe when he finally gives it a stiff lick that makes cry out, my back arching in the bed of the truck.
“I’m going to finger you, honey. To let your body know I’m coming.” We lock eyes over the writhing length of my body, his tongue flickering against my swelling bud and he slowly, slowly, pushes his middle finger inside of .
Starbursts pop behind my eyes.
Sothing deep, deep in my belly wakes up and rejoices, clenches, asks for more.
I don’t know what’s happening. I expected pain the first ti sothing entered , especially Gage’s long, thick finger, but I’m not getting any. “M-more...” I croak.
His eyes darken, cheekbones awash with color, sweat making his dark hair stick to his forehead. With a rigid jaw, he adds his index finger, pressing both of them deep, but not too deep. It’s obvious he’s holding back, not wanting to go past the barrier of my virginity. I want him to, though. No, that’s an understatent. Whereas a mont ago, I was scared of him hurting , I’m suddenly desperate for him to fill with his shaft. Completely. His fingers feel divine. They spread warmth wherever they touch. My hips roll encouragingly and I babble incoherently, trying to express what’s happening inside of , but I don’t know if I could even if I were able.
I’m a virgin. But my body isn’t reacting like one.
It’s eager. I’m so eager for contact with his naked body, I’m stamring his na, clawing at his shoulders. I want him unleashed on . What was I thinking slowing him down?
“Honey, what’s wrong?” He prowls up my body, concern deeply etched into his forehead. “Were my fingers too much?”
I shake my head frantically. “N-not enough.”
His beautiful head tilts, his frown deepening. “Help understand.”
“I don’t know if I can. I just...I thought you being inside of w-would hurt or feel weird, but I like it. I love it.”
Understanding dawns and his bare, sweaty chest starts to shudder up and down. “My girlfriend is the holy grail of virgins. Is that it?” Without breaking eye contact, he wrenches up my shirt and tugs down the cups of my bra, exposing my hard nipples. And I whimper, arching my back, showing myself to him. Begging. “You were scared. But now that you’ve gotten a little preview, you want to get banged like a barn door in a storm, is that right?”
“I didn’t realize...” I whisper. “I didn’t know it would feel l-like...”
“Like what?”
“Like I’ve just been waiting for you to...”
“Track you down and sink sothing good and deep between these pretty thighs?” He guides his arousal to my entrance and eases in the tip, gritting his teeth. “Be sure, Stella. Once that cherry juice is dripping off my balls, not even that sweet little voice calling your hero is going to slow down.”
Tremors move through , my femininity squeezing and weeping, demanding to be filled. I can’t believe what’s happening. Is it supposed to be like this? Have I been secretly depraved this whole ti and never realized? “Please,” I sob, the sluice of wetness through my folds unbearable without him. Without him taking , experiencing . “Hard, Gage. Fast.”
“Son of a bitch,” he growls, positioning himself, then bracing his right hand on the cab of the truck over my head. With a strangled roar, he punches his hips forward—and unleashes total euphoria inside of . There’s a gentle tear, one that we both acknowledge with a hard kiss, twin expressions of lust and wonder, but there’s no pain. Instead, there’s a voraciousness. His full, pulsing mber inside of my body is like a drug, a brand, an on switch. I’m soone else now. Soone who has been living with hidden needs without realizing it.
“Gage,” I moan, lifting my hips beneath him, digging my heels into his buttocks.
Scraping at his broad, strong back with my nails.
“Can’t believe this,” he says raggedly, face contorted in pain. “You’re so fucking tiny and tight. Felt that cherry pop, baby. You shouldn’t want it dirty.”
“Yes. Yes, I want it dirty,” I gasp. “Dirty. Please.”
My plea unhinges him.
With a strained curse, he begins to rut . Hard. My mouth falls open, sensations hitting like blasts from a cannon. There’s an awestruck whisper in the back of my head, telling I was born to be intimate with this man. I wasn’t experienced enough to realize it until now—but he knew, didn’t he? That’s why he’s been so sick with lust. If I’d known how vital it is for us to be joined in this way, so completely, I would never have resisted. “Oh my goodness,” I whimper, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, squeezing my sex around him, glorying in the way he jerks and pants and bears down harder. The truck creaks and groans beneath us, mingling with the sounds of wet, pounding skin and intakes of breath. Growls and grunts and cries.
“You fucking goddess.” His voice scrapes in my ear. “Smooth little body. Sopping wet cunt. You’re working so good. In and out of that tight-ass fuck hole, but you still feel innocent as a motherfucker. How the hell do you do it?” he grinds out.
As if I could respond.
I’ve entered a different plane of existence. One where only sensation matters. Stimulation of my clit and his shaft and bonding with him and sucking his tongue and lifting, lifting, lifting my backside, getting pinned down harder for my efforts and growled at, his hand a manacle around my throat, holding so tight that I beco a cherished possession. The gateway to his release, his pleasure, it’s all I want to be for the rest of my life.
“Ohhh honey, you’re making co.” The slaps of his hips grow louder, his testicles pressing tight to my bottom with every deep thrust. There’s a dizzying dance taking place inside of , as if all of my hormones are assembling in a circle and joining hands, gathering closer and closer and closer. And the harder he rides , the faster his pace, the faster I speed toward Armageddon. “Bought condoms because I wanted to respect your wishes, but I threw them out this morning, Stella. It was never going to happen.” His grips my throat tighter. “You were born to take my fucking sperm.”
“Yes,” I gasp, sparks beginning to dance in my vision. “Fill up. I can’t live without it. Without you. Please.”
He releases a shout into my neck, pounding so hard now, my teeth clack together, my legs beginning to tremble wildly with the magnitude of what he’s drawing out of . “You finally get it, don’t you?” His voice is deep and resonant in my ear. “We’ll live in this world, but we’ve got our own world, too, don’t we? Just you and and this obsession. No one can touch it. We don’t separate for any reason. We don’t let anything co between us, especially so fucking latex. You want your man’s sperm, baby, honey, clench that pussy one more ti and I’ll flood that little thing. And you will co with .”
“Uh-huh,” I manage, nodding unevenly, the gathering in my tummy cinching closer, closer. Oh God, I can’t stop the landslide. Not even if I wanted to. I’m trapped underneath his huge, quarterback body, double tead by his strength and the wild, unexpected response of my body. As soon as the rocks start to topple from the cliff, my climax barreling into , I seize my intimate muscles around him, so tightly that he can’t even withdraw for a final thrust. No, his eyes simply go blind, his thick fra juddering on top of , scalding hot liquid bathing from the inside, ripple after ripple passing through , through him, the mutual pleasure so intense I can’t stop my limbs from flailing, straining, batting at Gage’s shaking back.
“I love you. I love you.” He chants these words into my neck, his open mouth raking up and down the side of my neck, into my hair. “My angel. Mine forever. My perfect Stella. I fucking love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I breathe, searching for his mouth blindly, connecting, our mouths moving in frantic reverence until sleep claims and I fade into the black knowing Gage will take care of . That I’m safe and loved and nothing can ever invade our two-person world.
Nothing.
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