Chapter 3

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Anastasia

His hands scorch my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake as he gropes my ass, pulling me flush against his rigid erection. I can't stifle the moan that spills from my lips, a desperate, wanton sound that hardly seems like it could come from me.

But that's the effect Ryan has. He makes me wanton, desperate, needy in a way I've never been before. His touch consumes me, burns through my hesitance until all I can feel is the molten ache between my thighs, the empty throb that begs to be filled by his thick cock.

"Ryan," I whimper, grinding my hips against his, chasing the delicious friction. "Oh god..."

He growls, a primal, hungry sound, and starts walking me backwards until my ass hits the edge of the table. With a swipe of his arm, he sends the decorations scattering to the floor. Tinsel and glittery ornaments rain down around us but I barely notice, too consumed by the inferno raging in Ryan's eyes as he stares down at me like he wants to eat me alive.

"Gonna spread you out on this table and feast on your pretty pussy," he rasps, his big hands already working at the button of my jeans. "Gonna tongue fuck your virgin cunt until you scream for me."

Oh god, oh god, oh god. This is really happening. Ryan, this gorgeous, dominant man is about to have me—shy, inexperienced me—right here on the community center table. It's wrong, it's dirty, it's...

It's exactly what I want. What I need. To be taken, claimed, dominated by this man until I can't remember my own name.

He tugs my jeans down my legs and I step out of them with trembling legs, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Ryan's heated gaze rakes over me, his pupils blown with lust, his chest heaving.

"Fucking look at you," he groans appreciatively. "A goddamn wet dream come to life."

I flush all over, unused to such blatant male appreciation. I start to cover myself on instinct but he stops me, pinning my wrists in one big hand.

"Don't you dare hide from me," he admonishes darkly. "I want to see every inch of this lush body. You're fucking mine now, Anastasia. My eyes only from now on, you got that?"

I shudder at his possessive tone, my core clenching with need. I can’t speak. All I can do is whimper as Ryan lowers his dark head, his scorching breath fanning over my sensitive flesh.

His hands stroke down my sensitive sides to hook into my panties. With a quick tug, he rips them away, baring my most intimate place to his dark gaze.

"Fucking soaked," he growls appreciatively, his fingers delving through my drenched folds. "So wet and ready for me."

My hips buck off the table as he finds my aching clit, circling it firmly. Electric pleasure zings through my nerves, my thighs falling open shamelessly. I've never been touched like this, never known it could feel this good. I can't think, can't breathe—all I can do is feel as Ryan plays my body like an instrument.

"That's it, let me hear you," he coaxes darkly, his fingers rubbing faster over the swollen nub. "Wanna hear those sexy sounds as I make this virgin pussy mine."

"Yours," I agree mindlessly, my hips churning into his touch. "All yours, only yours! Oh fuck..."

He brings his other hand up to pluck at my nipple as he rubs my clit, the dual sensations rocketing me higher. I can feel an unfamiliar tension coiling low in my belly, pulling tighter with every stroke. I chase it desperately, panting and moaning wantonly.

"Ryan, oh god, something's...something's happening..."

"That's it, baby. You're gonna come for me." His fingers move faster, pressing harder. "Gonna come all over my hand like a good girl."

The coil snaps.

My climax slams into me, exploding through my body in shattering waves of ecstasy. I cry out, my pussy clenching rhythmically as I shake and tremble. Distantly, I feel Ryan groan, his fingers gentling on my clit to ease me through the aftershocks.

"Fucking beautiful," he praises roughly.

Ryan's fingers slow their torturous caress as I float down from my high, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of the most intense pleasure I've ever known.

Slowly, the haze of lust clears from my mind and reality comes crashing back in. What am I doing? I'm spread out half-naked on a table, with a man I just met mere hours ago. A gorgeous, dominant man who makes me feel things I've never felt before, but still—essentially a stranger.

Shame and uncertainty flood me and I start to sit up, trying to cover myself. "Ryan, I...I don't know if I can do this," I stammer, avoiding his burning gaze. "It's too fast, we barely know each other, and I've never..."

Strong hands grip my thighs, stilling my movement. I dare a glance at Ryan's face and the intensity there steals my breath.

"I know, sweetheart. I know it's a lot," he soothes, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on my sensitive skin. "We don't have to do anything more that you're not ready for. I would never push you."

Relief floods me, followed by a confusing pang of disappointment. I should be grateful he's such a gentleman, not wishing those magic fingers would keep taking me apart.

Ryan helps me sit up, his hands lingering on my curves. "But Anastasia, you have to know..." He cups my face, forcing my gaze to his. Molten need burns in the icy blue depths. "This isn't over. Not by a long shot. You're mine now. I've tasted your sweet nectar, felt your perfect body quake apart in my hands...I can't just walk away."

I shiver at the dark promise in his words, my oversensitized body responding with a fresh gush of desire despite my nerves.

He leans in close, his stubble grazing my cheek, his husky voice a seductive murmur in my ear. "I'm going to have you, Anastasia. All of you. I'm going to claim this virgin pussy and ruin you for any other man. I'm going to fuck you so deep, so good, you'll never want anyone else."

Oh god. Liquid heat pools at my core and I press my thighs together against the ache.

"But not until you're ready," he finishes, pulling back to look at me.

I swallow hard, a whimper lodged in my throat. How does he expect me to form words when he says things like that?

As if reading my mind, a wicked grin tugs at his sensual mouth. "For now though..." His hands drift down to the button of his black slacks. "I need to mark you. Show the world this sweet, innocent angel belongs to me."

With a swift move, he frees his cock from the confines of his pants.

And oh. My God .

My mouth goes dry as Ryan's thick, hard cock springs free from his slacks. It juts out, long and thick and intimidating.

I've never seen one in person before. How is that supposed to fit inside me? Fear and anticipation swirl in my belly as I stare transfixed at his impressive erection, watching a bead of moisture form on the swollen purple head.

"Anastasia." His deep rumble snaps my gaze up to his face. Hunger and something darker, more possessive, burn in his blue eyes. "I'm going to paint your tits with my cum. Mark you as mine. Would you like that, sweet angel?"

I can only nod, my reservations melting away under the heat of his dominant stare. I've never wanted anything more. "

He groans, a rough, animalistic sound. One big hand wraps around his thick shaft, squeezing the engorged flesh. The other finds my breast, kneading it firmly as he pumps himself with hard, fast strokes.

My eyes are riveted to the hypnotic sight of his hand gliding up and down his impressive length, revealing and then re-sheathing the ruddy head. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I can't look away, can't stem the needy whimpers spilling from my lips.

"Fuck yeah, those noises," he grunts, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "Keep making those sweet sounds for me, Anastasia. Wanna hear how bad you need my cock."

I'm panting now, my hips shifting restlessly on the table as I watch him pleasure himself. My pussy throbs, empty and aching. I've never been so turned on in my life.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he croaks.

"Yours," I moan mindlessly, arching into his groping touch on my breast. "Only yours, Ryan!"

"Fuck, I'm gonna come." His voice is a dark growl, barely human. "Gonna mark this creamy skin, baby. Paint you in my cum so everyone knows you're mine now."

I gasp.

With a roar, he explodes. Thick white ropes of his essence shoot out, splattering across my heaving breasts in warm, sticky lines. I cry out at the sensation, my pussy clenching as he coats my flesh in his musky seed.

"Fuck, look at you." Ryan milks the last drops from his cock, his eyes black with lust as he takes in the erotic sight of my tits dripping with his release. "Filthy angel, all marked up for me. So fucking hot."

He smears his cum into my skin with his fingers, rubbing it into my nipples until they glisten obscenely. The depravity of it, the base possession…

I've never felt so wanton, so deliciously filthy. My whole body is on fire, burning with a need only he can quench.

"Ryan," I whimper, squirming on the table. "Please..."

I don't even know what I'm begging for. I just know I need more. More of his electrifying touch, more of the way he makes me feel—treasured and dirty all at once.

"I know, baby," he soothes darkly. "I'm going to take care of you, don't worry. Going to make this aching virgin pussy mine. When you’re ready."

I bite my lip to keep from telling him I’m ready now.