Chapter 7

SEVEN

Letty

Hugh kisses me hard, his hands cradling my face as he presses his toned body against mine. He feels so good against me, and I find myself leaning more against him. My hands run up his chest, and I want to rip off his clothes and feel his skin against mine.

“Should we…” I ask as he kisses his way down my neck.

“Hmm?” He asks distractedly.

“Should we go upstairs?” I whisper hoarsely.

I’m so turned on, and it feels like the heat from him and the brush of my clothes against my body are going to be enough to send me over the edge soon.

“Take me upstairs,” I demand, and his head lifts as his dark blue eyes lock with mine.

“Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh.”

That’s all it takes, and then he’s lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing. I gasp, clinging to him as he turns and heads up the stairs and down the hallway towards his room.

“How are you doing this?” I blurt, and he frowns.

“What? Doing what?”

“Lifting me? I’m not exactly… light,” I finish, my cheeks heating with a blush.

“Letty, I was a Marine. I used to carry rucksacks that weighed more than you on my runs. You’re light as a feather.”

“Can I tell you something?” I ask as we head into his room.

“Of course. You can tell me anything. Anytime.”

“I’ve always kind of wanted to be like manhandled during sex,” I blurt, and he stumbles, nearly tripping over his feet.

“Say that again?” He asks, his voice coming out low and deep. There’s an edge to it now, and I wonder if he’s as turned on as I am.

“Like, you would see movies or sex scenes in tv shows, and it was always like the girl up against the wall or on the kitchen counter or in the shower. I’ve always been curvier, and I guess I just never thought that I would be able to have that.”

“I’ll give you that. I’ll do anything that you want,” he vows.

“What do you want?” I ask him.

“Letty, baby, you’re all that I want. I’ve imagined fucking you in a hundred different ways. Maybe a thousand.”

“No, you haven’t!” I gasp as he sets me down on the bed.

“Swear to God. You’re all that I’ve thought about for the last eight months, two weeks, and four days.”

“You never said anything,” I say softly, and he nods.

“I didn’t think that you saw me that way, and I didn’t want to take advantage of you or make you uncomfortable. I thought that I could win you over slowly,” he says.

“And then the auction happened.”

“And then I found out that you had signed up to sell your virginity at that damn auction. It sped up my plans.”

“Ten million was an insane bid.”

“You’re worth every penny. I would have bid more. I would have spent every cent I had if it meant winning you. I just wish that you had come to me and asked for the money. I would have given it to you in a heartbeat.”

“I just didn’t want you to think less of me. I mean, I’ve been trying to come across as poised and responsible, and how would it have looked if I told you that I owed two hundred and fifty thousand to a loan shark?”

“You would have explained about your brother, and I wouldn’t have thought any less about you.”

“I know that now. I just…”

“I know. We both wasted time with each other, but I’m ready to make up for it now,” he says, and I nod.

“Me too.”

His lips land on mine, and I’m instantly lost in him. It feels so right to be with him like this. It feels like the last eight months have been leading us here, like this was the only endgame for us.

His hands find the zipper of my dress, and I shiver as he tugs it down. Then, the fabric is pooling at my feet. I blink my eyes open, nerves and self-doubt starting to nag at me, but then I see the look in Hugh’s eyes as he takes me in.

Pure reverence.

That’s the only way to describe it. He’s looking at me like I’m perfect, like I’m the best thing that he’s ever seen. He’s looking at me like I’m his whole world.

“Your turn,” I croak, and he blinks, his dark eyes meeting mine.

He reaches for the collar of his shirt, and I stumble back a step as he pulls it over his head, and then my mouth drops open as his chest and torso are revealed.

I knew that Hugh was ripped, but it looks like all he does is work out. His arms bulge as he drops his shirt to the ground and reaches for his belt. My eyes trail slowly over his pecs and down his abs.

Holy shit! Is that a , I count quickly, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven… eight pack?

He pushes his pants and boxers down, and my eyes lock on his thick legs. They look like trees, and I’m momentarily distracted by them. Until he reaches down and wraps his hand around his cock.

“Jesus!” I shout, startling both of us. “It’s huge!”

“Uh…” he says, and then the strangest thing happens.

He blushes.

His cheeks actually turn pink, and I kind of melt inside.

Until my eyes stray to his dick again. Then panic grips me.

“Listen, I think that you’re great,” I start, and he chuckles.

“It will fit,” he promises me, and I shake my head.

“I highly doubt that.”

“It will. You can take me.”

I don’t believe him, but fuck do I want him.

“Prove it then,” I challenge him, and his eyes spark with desire as he closes the space between us.

I expect him to kiss me, but instead, he reaches for my thighs and lifts me. He carries me the few steps over to the bed and drops me down onto the soft mattress. My brain is trying to keep up, but Hugh is a man on a mission.

He reaches for my panties and tears them off, tossing the scraps over his shoulder.

“Oh, my,” I moan, and he grins.

“Ever wanted someone to do that to you?” He asks, and I nod.

“Uh-huh. I like this caveman side of you.”

He hums in response and then grabs my thighs and yanks my legs apart. He kneels at the edge of the bed, and I look down my body, staring at him with my mouth hanging open as his dark eyes lock on mine, and he bows his head slightly. As I watch, his tongue licks his lips, and then he’s burying his face between my legs.

“Oh! Hugh!” I shout, my fingers tangling in the short strands of his hair.

His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me in place. His mouth works me over, and my brain scrambles to try to keep up and make sense of all of the new sensations. Hugh is completely in control, and I’m powerless to do anything but let him have his way with me.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he pushes one thick finger inside of me.

“Oh!” I gasp, my channel clamping down on the intrusion.

“You’re so goddamn tight. So tight, and wet, and mine .”

“Yours,” I moan in agreement.

He adds another finger, stretching me out, and I arch against the mattress. His mouth is on me, licking and sucking my clit, and I’m so close to coming. I can feel it brewing inside of me, growing bigger and bigger and bigger.

“Hugh,” I choke, and he hums against my soaked flesh.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face,” he commands, and I sob his name as I let go.

The orgasm hits me like a wave, like a tsunami, sweeping me along in its strong current. A pinch of pain pops my bliss, and I realize that Hugh has added a third finger.

“Oh, fuck. It’s too much,” I pant, and he chuckles darkly.

“No, it’s not. Look at how good you’re taking it. Look at how wet and pretty this pussy is with three of my fingers stuffed inside it.”

“Fuck!” I shout, a baby orgasm rolling through me.

Hugh just grins before his finger finds my clit, and he presses down on the little pearl.

“Hugh,” I beg, and he nods.

“You’re close. Almost ready.”

His fingers saw in and out of me, and when he reaches up and pinches one of my nipples, I fly over the edge and scream his name.

“Good girl,” he praises me as he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. “Delicious.”

“Hmph,” I mumble and he smirks as he pushes to his feet and reaches for me.

He moves me to the center of the bed, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me.

“I didn’t even get to play with your tits,” he groans as he cups them in his palms.

“Next time. Later,” I pant, my legs hooking around his hips.

“So greedy for me. I love it.”

He kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips and tongue. His cock nudges against my opening, and instead of being tense or worried, I’m just horny. My hips lift, and I groan as his cock starts to push inside of me.

He kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine as he sinks one inch and then two inches inside of me. Soon, he’s at my virginity and he breaks the kiss to stare down at me.

“Mine,” he says and I nod.

“Yours.”

“Good girl,” he whispers right before he thrusts into me.

“Oh!” I gasp as he sinks balls deep inside of me.

The pressure is intense, but in a wickedly good way. I’m stuffed full of him and pinned beneath his big body on the bed. I can’t move, can’t even shift to get some relief, and I love it.

“Still with me?” He whispers against the shell of my ear, and I nod.

“I need you to move,” I tell him, and he kisses me before he does just that.

His hips pull back, and then he slams back into me.

“Tell me that you’ve fantasized about getting fucked rough and hard,” he says, and I nod.

“I want it,” I gasp, and he kisses me as he continues to pound into me.

His cock is so big, so thick, and it hits all of the nerve endings as it slides in and out of me. The base of his dick presses against my clit, and it all combines to drive me crazy.

“I’m close,” I tell him, and he nods.

“I know. Your little pussy is trying to squeeze the life out of my cock. You’re soaked for it, baby. Absolutely drenched and hot for it.”

“Uh-huh,” I agree, my mind starting to go blank as my release builds and builds inside of me.

“Hugh…Hugh…Hugh!” I scream as I come, my whole body tensing under him and around him, as I find my release.

“Letty, fuck, baby, Jesus,” he grits out.

I feel his hot release splash inside of me, and I sigh happily as he kisses me one last time and then pulls out a moment later. He collapses onto his side next to me, pulling me against him, and I smile as I cuddle into his side.

“Give me a minute,” he tells me, and I look up at him.

“For what?” I ask.

“Round two. This time I’m going to pin you against that wall and bounce you on my cock,” he whispers huskily, and my body heats.

“And then what?” I whisper, and he smirks as he tells me all of the dirty things that he wants to do to me.

And then he does them all.