Leaning down again, he kisses me hard, his lips blazing agonizing trails down my chest, covering my small breasts. I whimper in pleasure. I'm going to go crazy.
Licking my nipple, it hardens under his touch, and I cry out again in pleasure as he slides a long, slim finger inside of me again.
I arch against the pleasure, crying out, needing more, wanting more. It isn’t enough.
I don't know if anything could ever be enough to satisfy this urgent need. I’m going mad; I know it.
"Kenton! Kenton," I cry out, "I need you. I need you now. Give it to me! Give it to me now," I'm begging, and by the smile on his face, I know that's exactly what he wants. He wants me to be begging, raw, exposed, and pliable.
Kneeling above me, the last of the sunshine glinting off his broad shoulders, he slides down the zipper of his wranglers and pulls them down until his dripping cock bobs into view.
My eyes widen at the sight of the first real hard cock out in front of me. I have seen men naked on television but seeing the full length of him before me is intimidating.
For a moment, I’m afraid. What if I'm not ready, what if I was all talk? He starts pressing the head of his cock against me and teasing me, I shudder with pleasure and longing. I know now; this is exactly what I want. As he pushes the head of his cock into me, I let out another moan and close my eyes.
"Look at me," he says, his voice low, and demanding. "Look at me. I want you to watch," he trails off, his voice rough and dry. "I want you to watch me as I enter you. I want you to watch and know as I fill you, know that I am the only man you have ever been with. No matter what you will always remember, this moment, won’t you, Lucy?”
My eyes fixed on his, I can barely breathe, let alone speak. He pulls his hips back and I watch as he presses himself against me, and then into me. Only this time he doesn’t stop. I cry out. The feeling is shocking, not at all what I expected. Pressing himself fully into me now and leaning over me, he touches my face and holds it in his hands.
I’m so tight. There’s an unfamiliar pressure, an ache that I’ve never felt before. Looking into his eyes, I marvel that we are as close as people could possibly be.
"It only hurts for a moment," he whispers, suddenly caring and a little concerned about me. I nod slowly as I look at him wide-eyed and desperate. "It's only for a moment," he repeats as he leans down and kisses me passionately. He's still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to the new world, as he slowly kisses me deeply. Every tease of his lips and flick of his tongue causes an agonizing burn of passion that has me grinding my hips against his, suddenly needing more.
He understands and begins to thrust. I cry out in shock as he fixes his mouth on mine, catching the first gasp with his lips. He's right. The pain is intense, and then it's gone. Quickly replace with a burning need to be devoured.
"Tell me you want me," I whisper. His eyes burn with passion and desire and an intensity that I’ve never seen in a man in person; as he continues to thrust harder to me, my breasts bouncing beneath him. He says nothing, only reaching for my hands and putting them above my head. His eyes fixed on mine, watching as he thrusts into me again, harder.
"Kenton,"
I whimper as he thrusts again, hard, watching the way my breasts bounce with each desperate pulse.
"Tell me you want me," I whisper as he grins wickedly.
The quick hard thrusts stop as he begins grinding smoothly into me, a fast pace that has my eyes rolling back and my body arching and bucking beneath him.
"I want you, Lucy," he says, his voice low and husky. I find him irresistible.
Closing my eyes in pleasure as his body thrusts into mine again, and again, hard and fast until I feel like I'm melting beneath him.
"Look at me," he says, and I open my eyes. His eyes, staring into mine with undying desire, and unquenchable thirst. "I want to watch the rise. I want to watch you fall. I want to watch you come," he says, "and when you do, I want to hear you say my name."
Rising above me and kneeling on his heels, he grabs my hips firmly and flips me before thrusting back into me hard. I cry out at the sensation of him sliding in and out of me. A sharp crack resounds in the air and I feel my right cheek stinging. I never expected to like being spanked but the low flame burning in my belly turns into a full-fledged fire when his hand connected. He does it again, smiling down at his red handprint, knowing he has me right where he wants me.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
It's becoming too much to bear. I'm weak, whimpering, moaning, gasping in pleasure, and I drop my head so I can watch as his hard cock slides in and out of me.
Just when I think I can't take any more of the agonizing strong thrusts, he releases my hips. One hand slides up to my neck, holding my jaw and turning my face. He wants me to look into his face as he feasts on my mouth, his body filling mine again and again. He drives us both mad with desire as we tumble over the edge and fall together in the maddening ecstasy.
Chapter Six
KENTON
I lay down on the ground and pull her limp body onto my chest. She's quiet, her hair spread across my chest. Jesus fucking Christ. Why was I so rough? I just took the innocence of a girl who isn't even twenty. Did I even bother to ask if she was sure? What the hell is wrong with me? Pushing the hair out of her eyes and looking into her soft brown eyes, searching for signs of pain and fear. I find only satisfaction.
The little brat is proud of herself. Well, isn't that something? The confidence of this young woman, strolling up in some barely-there sundress, seducing me, asking me to take her against the lakeshore, and then driving me mad with her virginal innocence and womanly desires.
Lucy Knight, you are one hell of a package.