Page 50 of Under Control

“Do it anyway,” she said, wanting to forget everything.

Wanting to change his mind.

Wanting to give herself to him completely.

“Please,” she whispered as he pulled back to look into her eyes. “Just do this.”

He held her shoulders, pausing as he studied her. Then he conceded, taking her mouth with his once again. With every lap of his tongue, more and more of her tension released. She tasted the sweet boozy flavor in his mouth, savoring it completely, like he’d taught her to appreciate whiskey.

With the sound of the waves in the background, he helped her slip off her mini skirt—leaving her with only a tank top and panties.

“You’re perfect.” He exhaled, running his hands up her soft shins. “Take everything off.”

She nodded, starting to feel more nervous now that it had become a reality, and slipped off her tank top over her head, releasing her breasts. She didn’t miss the sound deep in his chest as he watched her strip—or the hunger in his eyes as he stared at her gladly giving herself to him. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and slowly pulled them down, showing him what he’d already tasted before—her wet virgin pussy.

He helped her grab the panties when they were just at her shins, launching them into the corner of the tent, a sense of urgency in his movements. All the same, she could still tell he was holding back from what he really wanted to do—take her hard and fast. Looking down, she bit her lip as she saw how his board shorts had changed. Now, there was a long, stiff bulge that had made its own tent in his shorts—his rock-hard cock. He reached down to his manhood, probably adjusting it to a more comfortable angle, and he was running out of real estate down there. He was that big.

How’s he going to fit in me?

After he whipped his hoodie off over his head, he revealed his bare chest and she sucked in an audible breath. She’d never seen him naked before. Sitting up closer to him, she reached out her fingers and ran them up a long tattoo on his torso. Like she’d suspected, he had some writing over the top of his chest, circling finally around his heart. She could only make out that there was a tattoo—not exactly what it said. She traced downward to his abdomen, which was ripped to all hell.God, he’s a statue of muscle, she thought, salivating.

He grabbed her hand and pushed her back, taking her mouth with his in the process. Once again, he kissed her like he needed to taste every inch of her, like he cared. He laid her back down as he worked his way down her neck, running his teeth along her sensitive skin. She arched her back as he made his way to each breast, fondling, cupping and tasting as he groaned. He ran his other hand down her abdomen to her clit, using that same circular motion that had sent her over the edge the day before.

Soon, she was arching into him as he tasted and tweaked each nipple, all while pushing two fingers up her tight pussy to ready her for him. She already was about to orgasm under his skilled touch. The man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it very, very well—or maybe he just excited her more than she ever thought possible.

He’s the perfect guy to be my first.

“I can’t wait.” She exhaled, sensations pulsing up and down her limbs. “I need you now.”

He laughed as he made his way back up to her mouth. “The wait is what makes it so hot. Lesson number sixty-six.”

She shot her hands down, holding onto his thick wrists as he pumped his fingers up and into her.

“Carrick,” she pleaded, “I need younow.”

Again, he seemed calm and amused, circling faster over her clit and waiting for her to come. As she moaned, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, he pulled back a little, looking at her. The way he paused and watched her was unlike anything she’d seen before. He felt open for the first time…warm and raw.

I could get used to this.

“These past two days with you, Dani, have been the best days I’ve had in years,” he confessed as he touched her, the scent of whiskey softly wafting down on her.

But before she could reply, he took her mouth again. Her chest filled with burning emotion, and she fought back tears of pure joy as they kissed. Quickly, she was pushing down his board shorts, releasing his long, throbbing cock before her eyes.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, amazed by just how big he was.

When he kicked off his shorts and was naked, he laughed as he pumped his cock up and down, opening her legs with his other hand and moving between them. He hovered above her, one hand still working her clit, keeping her pussy warm and wet. She had no idea how he was going to fit inside her. He could barely fit two fingers.

“This might hurt at first,” he warned, moving the twitching head of his hard cock toward her wet hole. “But it’ll get better. I promise.”

She raised her hips to meet him in desperation—needing to finally feel what it was like to have a man inside her. Aching and panting, she angled herself to make it easier for him, which he clearly understood. He held his cock at the base and slowly pushed the throbbing head into her while continuing to circle her clit. She cried out at first when he began, feeling her pussy immediately tighten around the intruder. But, slowly, she relaxed. Inch by inch, her dripping pussy allowed more and more of him in.

Then it felt like he’d reached a point where he couldn’t go farther. She looked down and realized he was only halfway seated.

“This is the part where it’s going to hurt the most.” He drew down on her, and she heard it in his voice—the warning.

She bit her lip, nodding, but kept her hips up and ready to take him. He pushed in harder, quick and fast, probably to get it over with. She yelped, trying to catch her breath. The pinch was much worse than she’d thought it would be and hurt flushed up and down her body. But then it was done, and he’d slid his cock all the way into her. The pain slowly left her as he began pumping in and out. Whatever discomfort she’d experienced was replaced by pure pleasure—and a feeling that she could never have imagined.

No doubt seeing her pleasure reflected in her expression, he grinned and urged her to open her legs wider and wrap them around his waist. She complied, letting him have complete control. Once her legs were around him, he immediately started pumping into her again. As he plunged in deeper, his thick cock stretched all the way to the end of her canal, pulsing savagely. He was hard as granite and she was taking his entire length. The more he thrusted, the closer she came to orgasm, which she recognized now, thanks to him.

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