Page 60 of Loving Violet
I nod, my breathing getting faster at his words.
I love how he sounds possessive. No other man has looked at me the way that Austin is at this moment. Taylor never talked to me like this. I can’t even remember the last time he said that I was beautiful.
If I am going to be his, I want him to be mine as well, so mustering all the courage in the world, I ask him. “Does that mean that you are going to be mine too?”
“My love, don’t you know that I have been yours since the moment you laid eyes on me? This is just the beginning of our story. Now, be a good girl and open those legs. Show me how bad that wet pussy wants my cock.”
I do as he says and open my legs wide, not caring that I am completely exposed to him. But oh so glad that I shaved everything. I want this with every fiber of my body. He kneels between my legs and touches my entrance with his fingers.
“Look at this pretty pussy, all wet, sensitive, and ready to be fucked.”
I moan at his touch. I want to cry when his fingers disappear.
But then when Austin stands between my legs and lines himself up, my heart stops. This is it, the moment.
He slides into me with a slow flex of his hips and a grunt to match my cry, filling me up. Once seated as deep as he can get, he shifts just enough so I can really feel all of him.
I pant, gulping air, too full to breathe—my body's on fire with not knowing what his size is going to do to me. I feel stretched to the max and I love it.
“You see how good you take my cock. You are my dirty good girl. Taking my cock like a pro.” Austin purrs while he starts to move, slowly at first but soon he looses his battle and starts to fuck me hard. I feel fireworks explode in my body, starting at the place our bodies meet and continuing all the way through my hair. My pussy trembles around his cock as Austin grabs both of my hands and holds them above my head.
Then, he lowers and licks my neck all the way to my ear where he whispers, “Come for me and soak my cock,” and that’s my undoing.
I whimper and whine and whisper nonsense. He pumps his hips, not stopping until he feels how I squeeze his dick. The torture is sick and sweet as he fucks me so hard that I can’t hold it and come as he keeps encouraging me to orgasm.
“Fuck, Violet,” his hips jerk as my pussy keeps clenching with my climax. “You are so fucking tight. I’m gonna come and you will take it.”
I yell, “Yes!” because my orgasm keeps coming and he is coming with me. He grunts and growls at his release, and when he is done, he collapses over me.
We can’t move.
Austin has all of his weight on top of me and I can still feel him pulsing inside of me. When he is done, he pulls back and looks at my eyes. “Are you okay?” He pulls my hair out of my face.
“I am more than okay. I am perfect.”
“Yes, you are perfectly mine,” he says tenderly as he stares at my lips. He gives me a kiss and rolls out of me. He stands and I look at him. “I’m gonna take care of this condom and come back. Don’t you dare move, my beautiful Violet.”
“Okay,” I manage to say. I admire his tight ass as he walks out of my room to go to the bathroom.
As he walks away, disappearing down the hallway with that easy, confident stride, I can’t help but let out a long, contented sigh. I never imagined tonight would end like this. When I invited him over for dinner, the thought of sleeping with him hadn’t even crossed my mind, or at least, not seriously.
Sure, I dreamed of it. Fantasized in those quiet moments when I allowed myself to wonder what it would feel like to be touched again, desired again. But my dreams were nothing compared to the reality of being with him.
And now, lying here with my skin still tingling and my heart still fluttering, I know one thing for sure: I don’t regret it. Not even a little.
I didn’t expect to feel this way; sated, content, like a part of me that’s been dormant for years has finally woken up. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the simple connection of human touch. The way a man’s hands on my skin can ignite sparks, the rush of butterflies that come with his gaze locking onto mine, the unspoken conversation in the way his lips moved against my own.
There was a moment tonight brief, fleeting when I thought maybe this was too fast. Maybe I was making a mistake. But that moment passed as quickly as it came, swept away by the way he looked at me, held me, treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
And now, with the night behind us, I realize that I don’t care if it was too soon. I don’t care what anyone else might think.
For the past ten years, I’ve been stuck in the shadows of my own life, letting loneliness and self-doubt dictate my every move. But tonight, I chose something different.
I chose to feel. To want. To act on what I desire instead of burying it under a pile of insecurities and fear.
It’s time to move forward. To stop apologizing for what I want and start living for myself again.
I close my eyes and let the last traces of his touch linger in my mind. Whatever happens next, I know I’m ready. Ready to leave the past behind and finally embrace what I deserve.
