“You’re so big, Oli. God, you’re so big.” She had her head back on my chest, her little pants bathing my skin. I reached down and pushed her dress up, started rubbing her through her soaked panties.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.”
She moaned in response.
“It’s all for me, isn’t it?”
She mewled, “Yes.”
“It’ll only ever be for me, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”
“Oli,” she said almost painfully and started rocking against my seeking fingers.
“Say it,” I demanded. It was the truth whether she uttered the words or not, but I needed them to spill from her lips. I slipped my finger under the edge of her underwear, teasing that delicate little spot where her leg and pussy met, and then I was touching her silky, wet, and scorching-hot pussy.
“It’ll only ever be for you,” she moaned. “Oli. Oh God… what’s… happening?”
I teased her clit, that little bundle of nerves so fucking swollen from her arousal that as soon as I made small circles around it, she went off for me. Her palm reflexively clenched around my cock as she came on my hand, as she ground her pussy on my finger.
“That feel good?”
“Ahhh,” she cried out as I rubbed her a little faster, letting that peak claim her until her other hand tightened on my bicep and her nails scored my skin.
And only when she sagged against me as if she needed me for support, only when I had to pull back, letting her hand fall away from me or I'd paint her thighs with my cum, only then did I remove my hand from between her legs. I brought my hand up to my mouth and sucked all her pussy cream off, licking my fingers one by one.
God, she tastes good.
She pulled back and tipped her head in my direction, and we stared for long, arousal-laced seconds.
“Let me help you,” she said so fucking innocently as she reached for my cock again, but I stepped back, breathing in deeply. The little frown that covered her face had me reaching out and smoothing it away. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
I couldn't stop my groan from coming forth.
“Bryn, if you touch me right now, I’ll come.”
Her mouth made the prettiest O as that sunk in. “I-Isn’t that the point though?”
I felt a smile tug at my lips and stepped closer to lean down and kiss her until she was panting and clutching at me once more. I pulled back and saw she still had her eyes closed. “Look at me.” She slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. “When I come for the first time with you, I'm going to be inside you, Bryn.”
Her breath hitched, but here was no other way for me to say it. It was crude, lewd, obscene, but fuck was it hot to see her cheeks get redder after I spoke.
“And there’s no going back, Bryn. You understand that, right?” I cupped her cheek and smoothed my thumb along the delicate cheekbone. “You were mine the moment I first saw you, and as hard as it was waiting a year, keeping my distance, trying to let you spread your wings and experience some of life before I made you mine, I can’t wait anymore.” I stared into her eyes, willing her to see how fucking serious I was. I’d waited long enough. And I was done. She was mine. All the way.
“Yes.”
And that’s all she had to say for me to crush her to me and take her to my room.
7
Oli
When it concerned Bryn, there was no way I could stop. I didn’t fucking want to. She was the accelerant to my fire. She was the air to my lungs. She was the blood pumping through my veins, the obsession in my mind.
She. Was. Fucking. Everything to me.
And as I stood in my room with her only a few feet from me, her svelte, tiny little feminine body silhouetted by the moonlight that came through the bedroom windows, I’d known this girl would be my downfall from day one. It was cemented now like a tattoo on my heart, ink forever etched into me.
But what a fucking way to go.
Dirty, filthy fucking images slammed into my head as I stared at her, took in the way that red dress formed to her body, how I could see the outline of her nipples, the slight flare of her hips. I growled in pleasure and jealousy at the fact that she didn’t wear a bra.
A mental image of her beneath me, sprawled out on my bed, her legs spread, and every part of her ready for me, played on repeat in my mind. God, I could already hear her moaning for my cock, pleading for me to fuck her, because she was just as desperate as I was.
That she was just as obsessed as I was.
No, that wasn’t possible. She could never feel a fraction for me what I did for her. It wasn’t possible.
“Come here.” I was holding on by a fucking thread as it was, and there she was, looking at me all innocently, not knowing exactly what she was getting into with me.
Full-on fucking possession. There was no other word for what I’d have with Bryn.
She came to me instantly, a low growl leaving me at that fact. And as she bit her plump red lip and came closer, I felt the ties that kept me threaded together, kept my control start to slowly fray away.
When she stood in front of me, I didn’t even pretend like I could go slow or stop this. I reached out and hooked my finger under one of the straps, pushing it down so it fell along her arm. I did the same thing to the other, until the only thing keeping the dress on her was the fact that she had her arms
