But this time, it’s in my clit, hissing, bringing me nearer to the edge with each savage rubbing motion.
My hands fall away from his shirt buttons, clutching onto him instead. All I can think about is the feeling he’s giving me, fiercer and more consuming each second. All I can think about is the flames growing bigger and hotter.
“That’s it,” he snarls in my ear, his breath seeming warmer as if heated by his need. “Come for me. Get that young virgin pussy even wetter than it already is.”
My hips chase the pleasure. My hands move up his chest to the part I managed to unbutton before he distracted me. His bare flesh is harder than I can believe, like rock, but hot and him.
I’m gyrating against him now. A dim part of me whispers that I look and sound stupid, but it’s buried so far back, so deep, hidden behind all the life-changing things Felix and I have shared.
As the orgasm approaches, I replay his words about wanting me, about me belonging to him.
“Ah, ah,” I whimper, collapsing against him.
“Fuck. I can feel you gushing for me.”
All the trapped intensity in my pussy releases.
The orgasm hits me like a car, sending me hurtling into a world of pure euphoria.
It’s not just the physical sensation. It’s the knowledge that Felix is doing this, Felix who belongs to me as much as I do to him.
My pussy makes wet noises as I come, his hand rubbing up and down my clit. I think it’s over, my breath coming quick and frantic, and then another wave smashes into me.
I gasp and lean heavier against him, my knees feeling weak, my toes curling.
Finally, it passes, leaving me a frantic mess.
Felix softly kisses me at first and then harder. I return the pressure.
He smirks as he steps back, gesturing at his shirt. “Is that the best you got, mystery girl?”
“No freaking way.”
Rising to the challenge feels like the most natural thing I could do. Leaping at him, I return my hands to his shirt, yanking at the buttons with more urgency this time. He shrugs off his suit jacket when I reach the last button.
We laugh as I pull it off, our eyes meeting.
“Why thank you,” he smirks, then the same ferocity returns to his eyes. “But don’t forget this part.”
He yanks at his belt so hard it sounds like it snaps. Then he pulls on his pants, popping the button. He pulls his pants and his underwear down, revealing his massive cock, so big the confidence starts to leak away within me.
It all seems so foolish, how certain I was, how convinced I was going to be able to do this without a problem.
He’s huge. I have no frame of reference, but his cock is thick and long, with a big dollop of precome glistening on the tip.
My hand covers my mouth instinctively, my eyes feeling like they’re going to bulge out of their sockets. I’m not sure what I was imagining, but this hugeness, this insane size….
“Don’t worry,” he growls. “Your body wants this as badly as mine does.”
“Is that…normal?”
He chuckles. “I don’t make a habit of comparing. But since you’ve asked, I’d say it’s on the bigger side.”
Despite his self-deprecating tone, I know the real answer is that he’s way bigger than average. He’s so big my opening begins to pulse as though telling me he’s too big and there’s no way I can do this.
“Touch it, Fiona,” my man says, in a tone that couldn’t be more intoxicatingly commanding.
My hand trembles as I reach out, curling my fingers around his base.
He moans.
The noise drives me on, the knowledge that I’m giving Felix pleasure the same way he does with me.
His groaning gets deeper when I begin to stroke.
He reaches over, toying with my pussy at the same time, both of us breathing quicker and heavier each second.
I move my hand faster, from his tip to his base, listening to the sounds he makes to tell if I’m doing it right.
His moaning leaves nothing to doubt. He’s hungry for this, urging me on with his deep carnal grunts.
Then his hands are on my shoulders, softly pushing me toward the bed.
“I need your hot young virgin slit,” he snaps. “I need to fuck you, Fiona, fuck you as my horny mystery girl deserves. I need to let my seed erupt inside of you, so then your eager, innocent womb swells with my baby.”
“I want all of that,” I whisper.
It’s technically the truth.
I want everything he just said, the sex most urgently of all.
But now that I’ve seen him in all his giant glory, I’m left with another question I thought I’d already beaten away.
Can I do it?
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Felix
She lies on her back, staring up at me with her young, excitable eyes. Her lips are pursed, and her hands rest on her tits, her nipple reddened from where I was sucking it. Her thick thighs are wet, glistening with her orgasm.