I’d taken a step back after telling him to fuck me, and now he smoothed his hand over his mouth as he stared at me. I shouldn’t have been able to hear the way his palm scraped over the light stubble covering his jaw and cheeks, but it filled the room in all its masculinity. He didn’t hide his face; he was looking his fill of me, his gaze roaming over every exposed inch of my body. He made me feel even more bare than I was, and that said something, since I was completely naked.
“I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot or perfect,” he murmured, almost as if to himself, as if he hadn’t meant to say the words out loud. “Bryn.” He all but groaned my name, and never had I heard anything sound sexier.
Before I knew what he was doing or had planned, I was yanked back toward his hard body as if he couldn’t bear us to be apart. His cock was thick and hard, pressing against my belly, the feeling of his pre-cum smearing across my exposed skin causing a gasp of pleasure and surprise to be pulled from me.
I felt his hand on my nape, his fingers digging into the back of my neck, and then he was kissing me, shoving his tongue into my mouth, stroking mine with his, making me take it all.
He wrapped one arm around my waist and slid the hand holding my nape up to tangle in the long fall of my hair. The sting of him tangling his fingers in the strands, of him pulling my head back so he could kiss me even more, penetrated every pore in my body.
“I’m done with this fucking foreplay bullshit.” He sounded pissed, annoyed that he’d wasted time with it, but I knew the truth.
He wanted too much to not have me. I felt it in his words, in the way he held me, kissed me.
“I’m too hard for you to not bury my cock in that tight little virgin heat,” he whispered harshly against the side of my throat, his lips stroking me there. He started licking my neck, long strokes moving up and down over the flesh. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back slightly as I loved the drugging pull he caused within me.
He scooped me up as if I weighed nothing, and compared to his size, his muscle mass, his brute strength and masculinity, I was nothing but a feather in the wind. He carried us to his massive bed, the sheets black, cold, smooth against my back as he laid me down in the center.
He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat, over my collarbones, growls and gruff noises coming from him. He moved back to my mouth to fuck me there.
“Spread for me,” he groaned against my lips, and I instantly obeyed, feeling him fit his body between them.
An involuntary gasp left me when his big cock pressed against my slick folds, the base of him rubbing along my clit.
“Fuck, baby.” He started moving against me, not penetrating me but instead running the length of his cock through my folds, driving my arousal higher. I couldn’t breathe, could only clutch him and undulate under his powerful body.
Oli broke the kiss and ran his tongue down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples, tugging at the peaks until I clutched at his head, pulled at the strands, and moaned for more.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?
I nodded, not even sure he could see me.
“I bet these sheets will be fucking soaked by the time we both come.”
“Oli,” I gasped. “I need you inside me.” I’d never been with a man, knew nothing about sex that I hadn’t heard about, but I felt like another person took over me. I wanted wild, uninhibited pleasure from this man. I didn't want soft and sweet, sure as hell didn’t want gentle. I didn’t even know if Oli was capable of sweet. I knew I just wanted him.
Just him.
He groaned. “Goddamn, baby.” He kept sucking on my tits, and I opened my mouth on a soundless cry of need. “You on the pill?
I shook my head and then moaned, “No.”
He groaned as if that pleased him. He hummed as if that little fact pleased him. “I want to be raw and bare in you, Bryn. I want my cum all up in you. I want you covered in my seed, smelling like me, thick ropes of my need dripping out that virgin pussy of yours.”
I moaned. That’s all I could manage after everything he said. I arched my back, which pressed my chest out. I spread my thighs wider, heard the harsh sound leave him.
“You want that, don’t you. You’re just as fucking frantic right now as I am.”
“Yes,” I responded, although he didn’t ask a question but stated it like a fact.
“Ask for it, Bryn. Fucking ask for it all.”
“Oli,” I moaned and tightened my hands in his hair, pulling him back to my breasts until he rewarded me by dragging his tongue over the peaks over and over again. “I want you deep in me. I want your cum in me.”
“Christ.” He pulled away from me then as if he’d been burned. “I’ve never been this hard before.” His big body was between my thighs as he sat on his knees.
I watched as the moonlight bathed him in this whitish glow, accentuating all the ridges, dips, and hardness of him. He grabbed his cock and started jerking himself off in slow, measured strokes as he stared at my face then lowered his eyes to my breasts, my nipples wet and hard from his mouth. Then he moved lower still, over my belly, and stopped right between my thighs.
“Reach between your thighs, Bryn.” his voice was so deep, so even, that
