Page 46 of Auction Time
“I want more.” Her bright green eyes held mine. The need in them for me to take her fueled my need too.
More… yes, I’d give her more.
I returned to her sweet pussy, licking at the sweet nectar that poured from her. Lapping and inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. She tasted sweet and smelled sweet. And it wasn’t just that part of her; it was everywhere. From her lips, the delicious nipples on the globes of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, her thighs, her legs, the lips of her pussy. Her.
I got drunk on all of it.
I got drunk on her in a way that shocked me because I didn’t know it was possible for me to be this way over one woman.
Fucking hell, I would have been shocked to death if anyone told me I would be like this.
I indulged again, tasting, and she reached to hold my hand on her thighs as another orgasm gripped her. In the moment, I was torn between the sight of her and the touch of her hand on mine. Her fingers laced through mine as she moaned, and again I had to look at her.
I’d never asked if she’d done anything like this before, but I was guessing she hadn’t when she said she hadn’t done anything much. That just made me feel more privileged to have all of her and be her first to touch her here too, and taste her.
I did my best to read into her reaction to see what she liked, what she enjoyed as she writhed against me. She squeezed my hand and called my name, and that did it for me. Control slipped big time. As in I had none left.
I swallowed hard and stilled my breathing to calm the buzz that surged through me.
I grabbed the condom, and she watched me with wide eyes when I shrugged out of my boxers and she saw my cock.
I could almost read the worried look on her face when she saw it.
“Oh,” she breathed, and I wasn’t sure if she knew she’d said that out loud.
I was big and would normally take pride in how hung I was, but I guessed to her that might not have been a good thing.
“Don’t worry. It will fit.” I smirked. Had to say that.
I sheathed myself with the condom and returned to her.
“Ready?” I asked.
“I’m ready,” she breathed.
Me too.
I spread her thighs wider, pushing her knees up, then gripping the base of my cock to tease her folds open.
I parted her delicate folds with one bold stroke, loving the sound that hummed from her lips and the soft pink color of her skin.
“This might hurt a little,” I warned her, and she tensed. “I promise you’ll feel amazing straight after though.”
“You promise?” she asked nervously.
“I totally give you my word.” That was a surety I could bank my word on. I would make her feel better than amazing.
I gripped her hips and lined my cock up with her entrance, then thrust into her virgin opening, gentle but forceful enough to get in. She gasped, sucking in a deep breath, and moaned.
She’d been tight around my fingers, but that was nothing to how she felt just on the tip of my cock. She was so tight it was almost painful to be inside her.
I knew my next move would be it. She did too. I could see it in her eyes, and that she trusted me. Holding her hips a little stronger, I pulled out a little then pushed right inside her, slamming past her maidenhead, piercing right through it. I felt it give, and her walls opened up for me.
That time, she cried out in pain and reached for me.
“Cole…” she gasped.
I stopped, wanting to check if she was okay.
