Page 59 of Loving Violet
“Jesus, Violet, your pussy is so tight. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you, do you know that?”
I suck in air like I am drowning, my lungs are burning, my pussy is clenching around his finger and I don’t want him to stop. I feel like I am losing control of myself and I can be taken over the edge from only his dirty words and the simple touch.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “Not yet,” he whispers again, just before he opens his mouth and latches onto my clit. “Good girl.”
A string of nonsense falls out of my mouth. The sweep of his tongue, the rapid tease, the hard pull that earns him a long whimper from me as I grab his hair and pull hard. My eyes close, my head lolling back, enjoying his delicious ministrations. But he stops and I look down. Austin’s face is full of my arousal and his eyes are beckoning me to just look at him while he pleases me. And that is my undoing, his eyes on mine, his tongue against my clit, the growl in his throat sending vibrations all the way through my body as I scream my release. Through it all, he laps it up, and he moans like he likes my cum on his lips. But he doesn’t stop there, he keeps his fingers inside me and continues sucking my clit. I am so tender that I try to push him away, but he doesn’t let me.
“I can’t, Austin,” I shake my head and plead, “I can’t.”
But I can and I feel it, especially when Austin says, “Yes you can. Now give me one more before I fuck you senseless.”
How can he talk like this? And how can his words make me want to just please him and do whatever he says? I can feel another orgasm forming from his filthy words, a strangle cry leaves my lips.
“That’s right, don’t you dare fucking stop moaning.”
I writhe against his hand as my orgasm continues long after it should have, his finger stroking me from the inside. Flashes spark at the edge of my vision until his hand finally slows, releasing me from the hold of the never ending climax. Then when I think that I am in heaven, I feel Austin’s lips trace my belly and later my breast before he ends up kissing me. I can taste myself on him and that makes me go crazy. I grab his face and kiss him harder, desperate for more. He returns the kiss with desperation. I grab at his shirt and start to unbutton it since I notice that I am the only one naked and I need his skin on mine.
Austin stops me and stands up to carry me. “Which one is your room?”
“The one on the left.” He starts walking with me in his arms as if I weigh nothing and I think I am in love. This is the first time a man has carried me; I feel so safe in his arms.
When we reach my room, Austin carries me to the bed, his movements deliberate yet filled with anticipation. I’m still laughing softly from the playful way he threw me over his shoulder on the way to the bed, but the sound dies in my throat the second he flips on the light.
It’s bright, almost glaring, and suddenly I’m completely naked, bare under its unforgiving glow. My skin prickles with awareness as every insecurity rushes forward, louder than the beat of my racing heart.
I can’t stop my mind from spinning. Does he see the faint stretch marks that trace the bottom of my belly, a roadmap of the life I brought into this world? Or the silvery lines around my breasts? Does his gaze linger too long on the soft curve of my stomach, the pouch I’ve never been able to flatten no matter how many hours I’ve spent in the gym?
My breathing quickens, my chest tightening with the urge to cover myself. What if this was a mistake?
While we were on the couch, the darkness felt like a safe cocoon. It shielded me from overthinking, let me focus on how his hands made my body feel alive for the first time in years. But here, under this relentless light, I feel raw and exposed. Like every imperfection is magnified, every flaw impossible to hide.
Austin moves closer, his eyes sweeping over me in a way that should feel intimidating but doesn’t. There’s no judgment in his expression, only something fierce and tender that I can’t quite name. He kneels on the edge of the bed, leaning down so his face is close to mine.
“You are gorgeous,” he murmurs, his voice steady and full of conviction. He lifts a hand, brushing his knuckles along my cheek. “And you’re going to be mine.”
The sincerity in his words is a lifeline, cutting through the noise in my head. His gaze isn’t picking me apart, it’s worshiping me, drinking me in like I’m a masterpiece he can’t believe is real.
My heart stumbles, and a shaky breath escapes my lips. I don’t know if I’ll ever silence those insecurities completely, but right now, under the warmth of his adoration, they don’t feel quite so loud.
Austin starts to undress. His eyes are on mine while I just stare back at him as he reveals his toned muscular body. His chest is heaving, his eyes are fevered as he haphazardly takes his pants off with his underwear, leaving him completely naked.
I get busy memorizing the curves of his shoulders, his strong pecs, the valley between his plains of abs on abs, the flat, low V on his belly that point straight at his big cock. It stands eagerly, pointing directly at me. The root is nestled in just a bit of hair and the sight of it sends a tremor to my pussy. I squirm, eyes still on his cock.
I know I’ve had a kid, but how in the world will that thing fit? I haven’t have sex in so long that I might as well be a virgin.
My mouth waters, wishing my lips were closed over the head of his cock as I see a drop of pre-cum leak free.
I start to stand from the bed to do just that when he says, “Don’t move. I want to keep looking at you for a few more seconds.”
His voice raw while he strokes his massive cock from top to bottom. I can see the pearl of cum on the tip growing and I want to lick it off so badly.
Austin moves to grab his pants, taking out a pack of condoms. I stare at him as he opens the pack with his mouth and sheaths one down his long, hard cock.
“Can you see what you do to me?” he says, walking toward me on the bed.
I wait, heart thundering at the massive size. “Yes,” I whisper, hypnotized by the movement of his hands.
“You did this to me. But know that once I fuck you, it’s only going to get worse, I won’t be able to stop. If I make you mine, you are going to be mine. Do you understand me?”
