“That’s pretty, your little rosebud lips stretched so wide around my cock.” He withdraws a fraction, then thrusts right back in. “You look so sexy with me violating your mouth and those dark eyes pleading with me to fuck you. I will—as soon as I come down your virgin throat. You’ll be a good girl and swallow everything I give you, won’t you?”
I nod, then suck his dick so hard my cheeks hollow out. He groans, tightens his fists in my hair, then fucks my mouth wildly. Spurts of hot liquid splash against my throat, salty and unexpected. I swallow all I can.
When his thick crest hits my throat again, I nearly choke. I turn my head with a gasp. A drop of his semen oozes onto my lower lip.
As soon as I catch my breath, I glance up at him. He collects the stray drop on the tip of his finger. “Open up.”
I part my lips for him.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demands.
I do, and he swipes his finger and the salty fluid across the middle. I taste him all over again. God, I want him even more now.
“Close your mouth. Like that, yes. Swallow.”
I do as instructed, then blink up at him for approval.
“Perfect.” He curls a gentle finger under my chin before his thumb brushes my lips. He smiles faintly. “So swollen and red. Are they sore, like your nipples?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Did you enjoy sucking me off?”
I nod, squirming to ease the ache in my pussy. Tasting him only made my desire rise. I need more.
“Stop fidgeting. I’ll put out your fire soon.” He caresses my cheek so gently. “But I need to know if you still want to be mine?”
“Yes.” I close my eyes, ready to give him all of me, always. “Please.”
“Did you save yourself for me? Is that why you never slept with someone like Justin?”
“For the past few years, I fantasized about you being my first,” I admit into the hush. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, and it feels like I’ve waited forever.”
“Fuck, I wanted you the second your brother introduced us. I knew he’d kill me if I touched you. If he were here now, he’d likely castrate me.”
I shake my head. “He looked up to you. There was no one he trusted more. He’d insist on knowing for sure how you felt about me—”
“I love you, Kayla.”
I smile at him, my heart bursting. “I love you, too. And Shane would be good with that. In fact, I think he’d be thrilled.”
Oliver cranes his head to look upward. “You’ll have to get used to this, you big bastard. You hear me? I’m going to debauch your sister.” He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “I’m going to get inside of you, Kayla. Now. And make you mine always.”
At his vow, my blood turns electric. My pussy cramps with desperate need.
He helps me flat on the bed again and immediately begins to fondle every tingling, aching part of me. My folds are swollen, my juices spilling onto his fingers.
When he rubs my clit in leisurely circles that make me wriggle and arch to increase the friction, I cry out. “Hurry.”
He pulls away. “Believe me, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you. I’ll fuck you until you scream, then release deep inside you, love. I’ll flood you with my seed every morning before we go about our day so I’ll be inside you even when I’m not with you.”
His words alone ramp me up. He’s incredibly possessive, but that arouses me. Best of all, I have no doubt he means it.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I race to comply, feeling his gaze all over my breasts and my flat stomach before settling onto my hairless mound. I show him my puffy, wet cunt. At the sight, his cock bobs, getting harder. The thick head turns purple. Oliver is big, and having him inside me will hurt at first, but I just know he’ll eventually make me cry out in ecstasy.
“That’s a love, with your legs all spread just for me.” He takes his cock in hand and strokes it. “Now open up. Let me see.”
I can’t spread my legs any wider. Already the muscles of my thighs ache, and I look at him in confusion.
“Use your fingers to spread yourself open for me. I intend to see that untouched cunt so I can remember what it looked like before I shoved my cock deep and made you mine.”
I shiver, melting at his demanding words. I do what he says, parting the lips of my pussy with trembling fingers. He studies me for a long moment, swiping his thumb over my clit lightly, back and forth. Just as I gasp with the rising heat of another orgasm, he fits the fat head of his cock against my small opening and starts working his way in.
My body resists, my folds swollen and tight. Oliver isn’t having any of that. He grabs my thighs, lifting them around his hips so they hug his muscled body.
“Put your hands over your head,” he insists.
I hesitate. Once I do, I’ll be defenseless. His cock will invade every corner of my pussy. Now that the moment is here, I fear the pain a little. But I want this. I want him.
Finally, I do as he asks, and something primal tightens his face. “That’s lovely. Perfect. Now be a sweet love and take my cock.”
Before I can respond, he presses in, burrowing his way into my pussy. With the first thrust, he can’t submerge every inch, so he withdraws and takes another plunge in. I cry out. The next thrust still stings, but not as badly. Finally, with a mighty shove, my body yields and takes him in completely, gripping him tightly.
