Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

Ryan

I’m a man who has been rescued from sea.

My lungs are at full capacity for the first time since I met Jessie.

Oh I wouldn’t change a moment of the last thirteen years for anything, but God, I’ve been half alive without her full trust—and she’s just given it to me. Freely. Against all odds, I’ve earned her confidence and now I’ll obsess her just as she’s obsessed me. Already her body senses the pleasure I can provide, can’t it?

On our way to the bedroom, her legs are wrapped around my hips and she’s working her little pussy all over the aching flesh in my jeans, her mewling noises ringing in my ears. I’m desperate to throw her down, shove my cock inside her as deep as she can take me and blow like a hurricane until I’m empty of this frustration, but I’ll have to live with the pain a while longer. I’ll live with it until she’s not only satisfied, but addicted to my fuck.

I’ve been with no other woman, but just like I’ve honed my body and resources to provide for and protect Jessie, I’ve learned how to please. I’ve watched videos and read enough material to teach a fucking semester on stimulating her female body into an orgasm and I can’t wait to use my knowledge on Jessie—only ever Jessie—for the rest of my life.

I lay her down in the center of the bed and strip off my shirt, triumphant in the way she looks at me, breathless and wide-eyed. I slap my pecs and stomach to show her how rock hard I’ve made them in her honor and she comes to her knees, undoing the fly of my jeans with shaking hands. “I want to see all of you. I want you to…to…”

“What, princess? I can do it all.”

“I guess I just like the dirty way you’ve been speaking to me. I like you…dirty. Like this.”

“Ah, Jessie.” I help her lower the zipper of my jeans. “You have no idea what a filthy motherfucker I’ve been.” She starts to stiffen, but I shake my head. “But only in my imagination and with my own hand. I’ve never laid a finger on another woman. I never will.” I take her hand and shove it inside my jeans, making a guttural sound when she wraps her fist around my dick. “My cock exists for you alone. To give and receive pleasure from just Jessie. You made it hard for the first time and it’s never had an orgasm where I wasn’t picturing you or some part of you. Your tits, your mouth, your hips, your hands. That’s Jessie’s cock.”

While I’ve been talking, her breaths have grown shallow, her pupils dilated. “I want it inside me. Please. Hold me down and put it inside me.”

“Oh no, princess.” I take the hem of her red dress and tug it up, leaving it gathered around her waist. “I’ve been dreaming of getting my tongue in that cunt since before I knew why I wanted it there. Lie down and get licked.”

I’ve never seen her move so fast. Apparently she wasn’t lying when she claimed to like me dirty. Thank God she feels that way, because I’ve got over a decade worth of filth that’s been dying to get out. Fantasies I want to enact with her, if she’ll let me. Bad ones.

Real bad.

Jessie on her back is the stuff of fantasies. Her knees are raised, so I can see where her thighs turn into that sick, little ass, only partially covered by panties. Her fingers twist in the sheets, her tits heaving nervously. Wanting to calm her nerves and leave only lust behind, I part her legs slowly and kiss my way down her smooth inner thighs. When her airy, feminine scent hits my nose, I fight the urge to pounce and lick her ripe, virgin pussy until she comes and comes and comes again, but I command myself to use patience.

Finally, I reach the barrier of her panties and hook a finger in the material to tug them to one side—and there’s her rosy slit of dewy flesh, waiting just for me.

“I’ve memorized every surface of the house where you’ve sat down. I know every spot this pussy has landed. Cherished goddamn landmarks are what they are.” I lower my head and place a soft kiss on her mound. “I’ve rubbed my dick all over every one of them.”

“Ryan,” she gasps, her fingers riffling through my hair and clinging, unleashing the fiercest kind of lust and euphoria inside of me. “D-did you really do that?”

“That’s only the tip of the iceberg, princess,” I say hoarsely, finally dipping my tongue between her folds and tasting heaven. Sugar sweet heaven. “I’ve been a very bad man, but I’m going to eat this little peach so well, you’re not going to care. You’ll just beg for more of the bad man’s tongue.”

“I’m begging for it now,” she says on a winded exhale.

Before she’s finished speaking, I’ve ripped off her panties and shoved my face up against the altar where I’ll worship from now on. Christ, she’s wet and quivering and bare, so fresh I want to take a bite. Devour her so I alone can declare ownership. Mine. My Jessie. Mine.

I’m muttering those words as I rub my nose and chin and lips into the virgin trench of her pussy, allowing my tongue to come out and play. The taste of her combined with her whimper of my name turns my cock to steel and I hump the edge of the bed feverishly, like a dog in heat, my panting mouth busy at work uncovering her clit and laving it reverently.

Her legs find their way over my shoulders and I yank her butt up off the bed, toward my face, my chin and cheeks covered in her delicious wetness. This is paradise. The Promised Land. Jessie is whining and tugging me toward her pussy and I never want to be anywhere else. God, she’s a thing of majesty, her hips undulating to meet my licks, her honey-coated flesh trembling more with every swipe of my tongue. Knowing I have to prepare her for my cock, I put her back down on the bed and work my middle finger into her clenching hole, finding her even tighter than expected, and the discovery makes me fuck the bed so hard it starts to ram into the wall.

“Goddamn!” I roar, my mouth frantic, tracing down to her puckered asshole and nibbling on it, like a sweet, little cookie. “Can’t even get my tongue into this thing,” I rasp, pushing the tip of my tongue uselessly against her back entrance. “You’ll escape a good, hard ass fucking for a while, princess. Gotta break in that cunt first, don’t we? But I’m going to tap it hard sooner or later. Tap your tight ass until you call me Daddy.”

Her pussy seizes up around my finger and I add a second one, looking up to find her back arched off the bed. Oh yeah, she likes me filthy all right. I close my lips around the bud of her clit and twist my fingers inside her until I discover that coarse spot inside of her, tickling and teasing it until she pops like a firecracker.

“Ryan!” Her hips thrash around beneath me and I pin them down with a forearm, finger fucking her with my opposite hand and lapping at her swollen clit. My God, she’s the most exquisite thing in this world—and she’s coming for me. Mine mine mine mine fucking mine. “Oh Jesus. Oh God. Oh God!” Jessie screams at the top of her lungs. “Ryan, please!”

I have a feeling she has no idea what she’s asking for, but I’m already mounting her—because I know exactly what she needs. What we both need. “Say Ryan and don’t stop saying it. I want to hear my name turn into a scream on your lips. I want to hear it break in your throat. I want you to chant it while I ride this sleek-ass body.”

“Ryan,” she moans. Then, when I fist my cock and plunge the head into her tight, drenched hole, she says it louder. “Ryan.” I yank down the top of her dress, wanting to watch her tits shake while I fuck her and finally, finally, I drive my hips forward, baring my teeth on a bellow so loud I drown out her scream of my name.

“FUCK,” I grind out, almost releasing on the spot. Tight, so tight. So perfect, she’s almost unimaginable. And God, her face glows, her beautiful neck arched. It’s the best moment of my life, being inside Jessie. “Are you okay, Jessie?” I drop down to kiss her mouth, cheeks, eyelids. “Does it hurt too bad, baby?”

“No. No, there’s pressure, but I like it.” Her thighs squeeze my hips, body writhing beneath me. “Oh wow. Wow. Y-you feel huge.”

My obsession with her swells like a hot-air balloon busting free of the ropes that have been keeping it tethered. Looking down between our bodies, I watch the wide trunk of my dick push apart her pussy folds with measured thrusts. She can only take about half of me and I don’t need any more than that. No, she’s utter perfection, her cunt making little sucking sounds every time I pump, her innocent gasps making my balls desperate to drain themselves. “You still want filthy, Jessie?”

“Yes,” she whines, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. “I want it. I want it.”

“Good.” I drop my mouth to her ear and lick it slowly, top to bottom. “I did feel your virginity rip, princess. It made me come a little. Did you notice your pussy getting fuller?”

“A little,” she breathes, her flesh flexing around me.

“Good. Did you know I come a little in my pants every time you moan over a bite of food or bend over to tie your running shoes? I come in my pants when you wear that matching bra and panties set. The white one with the red bows. At the end of the day, my briefs are full of come stains and you put them there.”

She struggles to take my cock deeper, her mouth opening in a pleasured O when she manages to let me sink in another inch. “How…Ryan, how do you know about that matching bra and panties set?”

I scrutinize her face closely, searching for signs of fear, but I see nothing but excitement. A spark of breathless mischief, even. And fuck it, I want her to know. I’m full to brimming with this wild infatuation and I can’t hide it anymore. “I watch you. I see every fucking thing you do.” I give her my full weight, pinning to the mattress and grinding my cock into her narrow, constricting passage. “I’m not just your best friend. I’m your stalker. And now, I’m your God.” I reach down and massage her clit with the pad of my thumb, all the while maintaining a steady thrust and grind, watching it turn her eyes visionless. “Aren’t I, princess? You’re going to let me stalk and obsess over you, as long as I feed you this cock every night.”

Despite her visible excitement, she wants to ask more questions, but I’m too eager for more proof of her satisfaction.

My thumb exerts more pressure on her clit, moves faster and she begins to squirm wildly, her tits starting to shine with sweat. Jesus Christ, she’s more beautiful like this than I fantasized, her sobs breaking in her throat, her thighs jerking around my hips.

“Give me an answer,” I rasp, dipping my head to nip and suck on the skin beneath her ear. “Will you let me continue acting fucking insane over you…” I thrust my cock faster, harder, sensing the scream building in her throat. “If I keep this pussy creamy?”

An orgasm wracks her body and I treasure every tremble, every gasp for air, every tightening of her muscles beneath me. “Yes! S-stalk me. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Good girl,” I croon in her ear, my own release beginning to crest. “You made the only choice.” I continue to massage her clit until she’s boneless beneath me, then I reach back with both hands and yank her knees up higher around my waist and…and fuck…oh fuck. I can’t slow down. My hips slam down between her thighs over and over. My balls hurt so goddamn bad and I’m so close. Spikes dig into my lower back and travel inward, turning my cock to a pinnacle of pain and I fall onto Jessie, growling into her neck and pumping inside of her sweet cunt for everything I’m worth. “Take my come, baby. Take my come. I only make it for you.”

I meet her eyes just in time to catch another spark of her exhilaration. She likes this wild side of me, she likes me insane and filthy over her. In time, I’ll make her love it.

Maybe I’m lucky and she already does.

My release doesn’t creep up on me slowly, it demolishes. Four of my senses cease to function, leaving only touch. The feel of her little pussy rhythmically seizing up around my dick. Again. And again. Pressure leaves my balls, rifling up my stalk of flesh and firing into Jessie’s dripping fuck hole and I pound, pound, pound. I can do nothing but pound into her like my life depends on it. It just might. If I don’t get every drop into her body, I think I’ll lose what’s left of my mind. Fuck it into her. Get her pregnant.

MINE.

Goddamn, it seems to take hours before I’ve relieved the ache in my loins and spurted the final ounce into Jessie. I fall on top of her with a groan, fulfillment spreading throughout my insides, seeping into my bones.

“I love you,” I whisper into her hair, turning on my side and taking her with me. “Oh my God, I love you so much.”

She’s quiet, but slowly, she clings to me, rubbing her face in my chest hair.

“You’re going to want to freak out,” I say, kissing her forehead. “But we’ll get through it together. Okay? I’m permanent, princess. We’re permanent.”

After a moment, she nods.

I wait until I feel her go weightless with sleep and then I follow her.