Page 49 of If You Were Mine
I looked down between my legs, at the sight of his head, ensuring my pleasure, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Dorian!” I called, and then there was nothing, just heat, a growl, and then I was coming on his face. My wetness slicked my thighs, and his face, but I didn’t care. I could be embarrassed later.
When I came down from my high, I hadn’t even realized that Dorian had moved. I looked up at him then, as he ran his knuckles down my cheek.
“You are so fucking wet that I know I’m not going to last very long.”
“I feel like I should be embarrassed or say thank you,” I whispered, but I couldn’t really move. Instead, I just lay there, limp, as Dorian chuckled.
He moved to the nightstand and pulled out a condom.
Everything crashed into reality again, and I realized this was real.
There was no going back.
“We can stop,” Dorian said quickly as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine.
I could taste myself on him, sweet and tart, and I couldn’t help but want every inch of him for myself.
“Don’t stop,” I said in answer.
He nodded after a moment of studying my face and then went back to the edge of the bed. He undid his pants and shoved them to the floor.
I only had a few moments of looking at him before he was sheathing his long, hard cock in a condom.
He was thick, with the tip of his dick angry and red, that vein pulsating. His balls were heavy, and while I had seen plenty of dicks before in porn, it was very different when the dick was facing you, and about to touch you. Yes, I’d given a blowjob, but this was different.
Dorian crawled over me and took my mouth.
“Let’s make sure you’re ready for me,” he whispered as he slid his fingers between us.
I ran my hands up and down his body, afraid that this would all be a dream and I would never have this moment again.
Or perhaps this was all truth, but it would be our only time.
Tears threatened, and I told myself that this wasn’t an only time. That he wasn’t just taking care of me because he made a promise.
No, Dorian wanted me.
And this couldn’t be a dream.
He played with my pussy again, sliding in and out of my folds with his fingers, and when I was nearly ready to come again, he pulled away. Whimpering, I squirmed beneath him but Dorian just smiled down at me.
“It’s okay, you might miss my fingers, but my cock will take care of you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and Dorian winked. That was the Dorian I knew. The one who could make me laugh even in the oddest of situations.
He knelt between my legs and pressed the tip of his cock to my heat.
“Look at you all wet and ready for me. Your pussy’s practically sucking the tip of my dick in right now. Lean up on your forearms and watch. I want you to watch as I enter you.”
This man was the hottest person I’d ever met in my life, and I hadn’t even realized that I liked dirty talk.
I did as he ordered and watched as he slid into me, inch by inch.
Pain rocked me as he slowly moved deeper and deeper inside of me. I was tight, and this was my first time. I had never used a dildo or a vibrator inside. I always played with my clit alone.
I had to hope that Dorian didn’t see the pain on my face. So instead, I closed my eyes and arched my back.
