Текст книги "Still a Bad Boy"

Автор книги: Ada Scott

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“Wait,” I panted, as he ignored me and my skirt kept bunching up.  “I can’t… I’m-”

… a virgin!

I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“Shhhh,” he hushed.

Taking hold of both my wrists, he raised my arms up over my head and held them in one of his big hands, pinning them against the wall before slipping the fingers of his other hand under the waistband of my panties.

That’s when I realized just how completely soaked my underwear were.  I tried to wrestle my arms out of his grip, but he was just impossibly strong, and I was held there as surely as if I’d been handcuffed to a metal ring in the wall.

Oh no… what’s he going to think when he feels that slippery mess? Is it normal to be that wet?

His middle finger slid over my clit and my knees buckled.  For a second I was only held up by the arms he had pinned against the wall before I was able to bear my own weight again.

That finger slid easily between my folds, my own natural lubricants made sure of that, and when he pulled it over my clit again, I felt my thighs quiver.  Over and over he caressed my most private place, exploring me far more thoroughly than I had explored him, as if he owned my body.

Hell, maybe he did.  My hips bucked against his touch, instinctively searching for the release my body knew he could give me.  He seemed to know what I was trying to do, and took some pleasure in teasing me, rubbing hard, and then soft, then simply tracing a finger along my labia when he thought I was getting too close to an orgasm.

It was crazy, delicious, torture, and it wasn’t long before I was writhing in desperation.  My mind was almost broken with the sheer need for that orgasm.

I was so far gone that I didn’t even remember to be worried when I felt his finger slip inside my virgin tunnel.  The tip slid in as far as my hymen and then Jace went still.  That’s when I remembered.

I looked up at him, panting and with a sheen of sweat on my forehead, terrified to see what I’d find there, but it wasn’t disappointment.  If anything, he looked even more insatiable as he leaned down to whisper harshly in my ear.

“I… am going… to fuck… you so hard…”

With that, he let my arms go and they flopped at my sides.  I couldn’t lift them after having them pinned above me for so long.  They hung limp and useless, with faint pins and needles tingling on my skin as he slowly lowered himself to his knees.

Jace planted kisses as he went down, between my breasts, on my navel, every touch of his lips like a zap from a pleasure wand.  I was panting from excitement, my mind reeling from how fast everything was going, but I held my breath when he was down on one knee.

The lower limits of my skirt were bunched up at about his eye-level.  Even if he hadn’t already known because he just had the tip of one finger inside me, now he would have seen how obviously wet my panties were.  I quivered timidly as he reached up and curled his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, his eyes laser-focused between my legs, demanding his first glimpse of my most private place.

I felt the cool air on my labia as my virgin sex was exposed to a man for the first time.  With my panties around my ankles I expected him to stand again, to bring his expert fingers back to my little blast-off button and send me to where I needed to go, but he didn’t.

Instead, I felt him pull one of my legs until it was draped over his shoulder, ensuring that I was bared to him in the most intimate way possible.  I reached out and grabbed for the shelves on either side to help with my balance, as he curled his hand around my thigh and kissed upwards along the inside.

That teasing stubble tingled perilously close to my tender teen opening one last time, before slowly licking the full length of my slit.  My weight-bearing leg gave way and I closed my eyes as I moaned and dangled from my grips on the shelves for a few seconds.

Jace made a more appreciative sound than he had on his first bite of the main course, and moved his hands along the back of my thighs to cup my ass as I got my leg underneath me again, pulling me against his mouth as he began to lick and suck at me with an enthusiasm I’d never dreamed of.  When another full-length lick ended with a flick across my clit, I moaned with complete abandon, letting go with one hand to bring my fist to my mouth and muffle the sounds he was forcing out of me.

His tongue delved as deep as his finger had, drawing out ever more of my slick juices, before moving back to my clit and concentrating its considerable firepower there.  A squeal that was beyond the stifling power of my fist escaped me, and I moved that hand to the back of his head, unable to stop myself from pulling him against me and writhing against his mouth.

A tiny rivulet of my arousal tickled its way down my inner thigh, and I felt that ball of energy in my belly grow to critical mass.  When I looked down at the multi-millionaire furiously licking between my legs, I could hardly believe they were my legs.

The view was so foreign to me that it was difficult to shake the strange notion that I was watching a video of some other girl, one of the popular girls.  But as the edges of my vision blurred, there was no denying that it was me feeling the pleasure.

I squeezed my eyes shut and reached out to the shelf again, as the first orgasm given to me by another person put all my previous ones to shame.  Jace’s lips and tongue were a blur of sensation, the pleasure they provoked thrummed through my body and I was in no position to gauge how much noise I was making.

Just when I thought I was about to explode into tiny pieces of ecstasy, I felt my climax begin to fade.  I looked down at Jace again through partly opened eyes.  He was still vigorously licking me, making sure that every last trace of my orgasm was coaxed out.

After a while, he shrugged my leg off his shoulder and slowly rose to his feet, his body brushing against mine as I tried to support my own weight.  I was almost up to the task, but his arms slipped around me and held me tight, taking some of that burden away.  He surprised me with a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and making me taste myself.

I let go of the shelves and wrapped my arms around his neck as I eagerly kissed him back, surprised by how much I liked the flavor.  Jace moved forward and I was squeezed lightly between him and the wall.  My small breasts pressed firmly against his hard body as he reached between us and I heard the unmistakable sound of a zip.

Chapter 8

Kendall

Our lips were locked, the kiss was as forceful as any he had given me that night.  But as he pushed his pants down and I felt that hot shaft pressing against my belly, I had to break away to moan wordlessly at the feel of it.  So hard, so big, so powerful.  It called out to that animalistic part of me I had barely known existed, and that part called back.

He took it in his hand and I felt the tip pressing into me even harder as he bent his legs and it slid downwards across my navel.  I knew where he was taking it.

“Wait,” I panted, “a condom… do you have a condom?”

“If you think I’m going to let a piece of rubber come between your sweet little virgin pussy and me, you’re dreaming,” he said.

“W-what? But… I’m not on the pill… I-”

“I don’t give a shit.  I am going to feel you break on my cock.”

The tip of his manhood started moving slowly downwards again, getting ever closer to his goal.  I had to fight against the urge to rise up on my toes to bring my still-quivering opening to it sooner.

“Please… I might get pregnant!”

“Maybe… but sex should be dangerous.  You want me to fuck your brains out no matter what.  I can see it.  You want it anyway, don’t you, Kendall?”

I blushed and turned my head away from him, embarrassed at being talked about like that, like I was a wanton slut that would do anything for dick.  Unfortunately for my sense of dignity, I thought he might be right.  Well, in this moment where his glorious dick was concerned anyway.

“That’s right,” he said before I could answer.  “So beg for it.”

“What? I… I can’t do that.” My blush deepened.

The throbbing end of his shaft was at my waistline now, so close to where we both wanted it to be.  I turned back and looked at him with every ounce of pleading I could put into a single expression, and couldn’t see him retreat an inch.

“If you want this cock, you will.  Tell me, Kendall, tell me I can fuck you as hard as I want.  Tell me I can do anything I want to you because...  You.  Are.  Mine.”

The tip of his manhood was almost touching my clit.  I clenched my teeth together as the primal need inside of me did its level best to drag the words out of my mouth… and succeeded.  I whispered so quietly that even I couldn’t hear what I said.

“Louder, Kendall,” said Jace.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… fuck me.  You can… fuck me as hard as you want.  I’m yours.”

I had to drop my eyes away from his intense gaze, as if doing so could hide the fact that those words had actually come out of my mouth.  I wasn’t the kind of girl that spoke that way in private, even in my own mind, let alone to another person.  Especially not to a man who had every intention of doing exactly what I’d just said.

His hard rod slid across my clit and nestled between my folds at my very opening, and the stimulation, along with the sense of the sheer size of it, made me draw a sharp breath and look back up at him.  With one knee between mine, he pushed my legs apart slightly, making room for himself and putting pressure against my virgin entrance.  I gasped again and did rise on my toes a bit.

“But… please be gentle… I haven’t… um… done this before,” I said in direct contradiction to the last words out of my mouth.

Jace smirked.  “Sure.”

The head of his hard length pushed harder against me, and my breath caught as I bit my bottom lip and rose higher on my toes.  The relief was short-lived though, as he followed me up.  He had a lot more height to work with than I did.

I was more wet between my legs than I’d ever been in my life, Jace had made sure of that, and despite his girth I felt my labia straining to let him slide in.  It wasn’t long before my entrance was at what I thought must surely be its limit, a taut ring around the very end of his manhood, but still he wasn’t inside me.

Jace let out a quiet breath of satisfaction, apparently enjoying the feel of me, or watching my struggle, or both.  One of my hands dropped to his hip and pressed there as if trying to push away, even as I felt my clit pulse with a tiny jolt of excitement.

I was trapped in the no-man’s-land between the fear of pain and the need for pleasure, the kind of pleasure only he had ever given me.  If it had been left up to me, we might have been caught in that indecision for a long time, but Jace was not in two minds.  Not even a little bit.

The pressure increased and my untested sex was pushed beyond my assumed limits.  I let out a cry as pain seemed to be winning this particular battle in its war with pleasure.

My feet felt light on the floor, as if most of my weight was being held up by the pressure on my opening, and my hand on his hip wasn’t doing anything, so I brought it back up around his neck.  Through clenched teeth, I let out another strained sound when I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I was about to beg him to stop when I felt a small sense of relief, and I finally accepted the head of his length inside me.  The balls of my feet were more firm on the ground, the swollen tip was past my tight entrance and I felt something like a strange kind of triumph as I looked up at him and he held my gaze.

Inside me, I could feel him right at the doorstep of the last token defense of my virginity.  This morning it had seemed as safe as ever, but now there was no doubt it was being claimed.  In a few seconds, it would belong to Jace and nothing could ever change that.

With a sharp thrust of his hips and a push from his legs, the tattooed millionaire took what he wanted, and pushed inch after inch of his manhood inside me.  Never in a million years of Sundays had I ever dreamed that I could feel so full.

I cried out at the suddenness of it, the intensity of it, and went back to the tips of my toes again for a moment.  It was only a second or so before my feet left the floor, partly lifted by his rigid length and partly by the hands he moved back to my bare ass, cupping and pulling so that I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his hips.

Deeper and deeper he went inside me, and I had a fleeting thought about whether his erection went on forever, until I felt that tight ring of my opening meet the base of his shaft.  I held on for dear life, my mind had been scattered to the four corners of the universe by the overwhelming physical sensations between my legs, inside me.

Jace hadn’t just claimed my virginity, he was touching me in places even I hadn’t touched.  He was touching me in places I suspected nobody else even could touch.  I had no more depth to offer, he filled me up utterly and completely as if I was custom-made for him, and he for me.

Before I could even begin to get used to the way he felt, buried to the hilt in my inexperienced tunnel, he lifted with his hands and pulled back with his hips, almost taking the entire length out of me.  When I felt the bumpy ridge of the head almost at my entrance, he thrust forward hard and our bodies met with a slapping sound.

“Uhn!” I squealed.

I was on fire between my legs, I was wrapped around his length more closely than a coat of paint could have been.  He had a look of hunger in his eyes that spoke volumes about which of my requests he was going to grant.  Hard or gentle?

“You love that cock, little girl?” He asked, pulling back and thrusting forward once more, making me yelp with that confusing mixture of pain and pleasure.

I wasn’t sure if I loved it.  Nothing had ever physically hurt me so much, but nothing had ever felt so good either.  I might have loved it, but I definitely needed it, so I told him what I knew he wanted to hear.

“Yeah,” I panted, taking his length over and over again.

Each stroke was punctuated by the clapping sound of our bodies, the little sounds it forced out of me and my own heavy breathing.  He thrust at a speed that I could barely take, considering his size and my inexperience.  I couldn’t believe how long it was between each clap, when it felt so fast.

“Say it, Kendall, tell me you love it.  Beg for more.”

“Um… uh… ow! Um…” I struggled for words between thrusts.  “F-fuck me, Jace… I love that… that big cock… Fuck me hard!”

My jaws snapped shut with a clack of teeth.  I hadn’t even meant to say that last bit.  I hadn’t known it was going to come out of my mouth until it was already said.

What was Jace doing to me? How had he brought this… this sex-crazed side out of me? For a moment I was embarrassed by what I’d said, but the way Jace’s expression changed made me feel exactly the opposite.  I felt… sexy.

Despite the pain, a hopeful smile played at the corners of my lips, and Jace granted my wish.  The claps started coming closer together, and I could feel each impact jarring the rest of my body.

The fire he was stoking burned hotter with every passing second.  Soon he was going to push me further than I could go, but I could also feel that humming undercurrent that came with it, that promise of a pleasure-explosion even bigger than the previous.

Would I reach that climax or the limits of my ability to handle the pain first? I had no idea, but the promise was so enticing that I had to try.  I needed to take as much as I could.

Faster and faster, Jace made love to me.  No, that was the wrong choice of words.  This wasn’t making love.  This was fucking, just like he said.  With help from his hands, and the force of his thrusts, I was soon bouncing on his cock, getting fucked hard enough that I could feel even my humble-sized breasts shaking from the pounding.

“I knew you’d have a perfect little tight pussy, damn,” he grunted, never losing the rhythm of his thrusts.

My “little tight pussy” couldn’t take much more, but just when I was about to reluctantly scream for him to stop, that fire joined forces with the undercurrent and a flush spread on my skin from my sex and crept its way towards my extremities.

I could feel it flowing over my belly, my chest, and my breaths started getting slower, deeper.  All I could do was look up at Jace, almost with disbelief at the enormity of what was growing inside of me, as he rocked my entire body.

He saw or felt the change in me and somehow found some higher gear to shift to, until his cock must have been almost a blur as it pistonned in and out of my newly deflowered pussy.  I couldn’t have held my orgasm back even if I wanted to.

Every muscle in my body went rigid with ecstasy, curling my toes and squeezing my eyes shut as my pussy clamped down on Jace’s powerful shaft, increasing the friction above and beyond my youthful tightness all the more.

He grunted with pure pleasure of his own as I felt the first hot splash of semen ever to be unleashed inside of me.  From whichever distant dimension my mind had been banished to, worries of getting pregnant flashed through before getting lost in the haze of bliss.

He moved one hand from my ass to my neck, not squeezing tight enough to hurt, but almost as if he was reminding me that he was in charge.  I held on to his wrist and tilted my head up to breathe easier, and he leaned down to kiss me as he continued to fill me with his seed.

I didn’t know men came so much, another surprise from Jace for me.  I could feel his creamy load escaping with each now-sporadic thrust as I struggled to snatch the oxygen my body needed around his grip, his kiss.

The struggle only prolonged my orgasm, eking out more pleasure than I could have dreamed was possible.  After heaven only knew how long, everything was still in the dim storage room, except for the sounds of the two of us trying to catch our breath.

Jace rested his forehead against mine, moving his hand to cup my ass again and support my weight.  I stared into his eyes, reveling in the afterglow and still feeling his incredible presence inside me.  I wanted to remember this moment forever.

Eventually, slowly, he set me down on my feet and withdrew his length from me.  The feeling of emptiness almost made me want to cry.  I’d gone over eighteen years without Jace’s cock inside me, so why did it feel so terrible all of a sudden?

“I’ve got to go,” he said.

“W-what? Can’t we…”

I’d been about to say the word “cuddle,” but something about the way he was matter-of-factly dressing himself again made me wonder if that concept was as alien to him as ‘making love’ was, as opposed to fucking.

“What am I supposed to do?” I finished instead, indicating my ripped-open shirt, the evidence of my virginity and our sex now flowing down the insides of my thighs.

For a second, he looked like he was going to say he didn’t give a damn and I felt a lump in my throat.  Instead, his expression softened almost imperceptibly.

“I’ll get a car for you.  We’ll leave out the back entrance.”

As he was about to put his suit jacket on he glanced at me, holding the sides of my shirt across my chest, before draping it over my shoulders.  On me, it was almost like a short trench-coat and I pulled it protectively around me.

Jace spoke to somebody on his phone as I stood there awkwardly.  I looked at the wall I’d been pinned against so recently and saw a dent in the sheetrock that hadn’t been there when we first walked into the room.

I turned back to Jace, who seemed to be doing his best to not even look at me as he gave instructions to somebody, a driver perhaps.  What did this all mean? Had I just been used? Had I just given my virginity to somebody who didn’t care about me at all?

Jace’s eyes wandered to me, and then looked away.  Maybe I was wearing my heart on my sleeve, maybe he saw those questions written on my face, because he redoubled his efforts to not look in my direction.

The lump returned to my throat and I looked down at my feet.  I wanted to curl up and…

Jace was right in front of me and, before I could look up, I felt his arm wrap around me and pull me close.  My cheek rested against his chest and I looked up at him with hope.

He was unreadable, but he was holding me.  Being there in his arms felt like being in a suit of armor, or a tank.