Chapter 10

10

PENELOPE

H arker hasn’t stopped feeling me up since we broke through the basement stairs and into the main lobby of his mansion. Our mouths are locked, and we walk up the stairs to his bedroom blindly. His hands tickle the skin under my dress, trying to latch onto any piece of flesh he can grab. I start discarding layers of his outfit. Harker’s suit blazer drops at the foot of the stairs, his shirt haphazardly hanging from the hand railing.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Harker asks. His hands trail up my body and hoist my dress over my hips. They stop their journey around my breasts, cupping the padding of my bra, and I whimper at the sensation.

“I want this.” I get up on my tippy-toes to reach his neck. Even standing at my tallest, unbalanced and all, I can narrowly reach his throat. “I need it,” I whisper, pressing a kiss against his collar. It leaves a perfect outline of my lips where it connects. “I can’t go another second without feeling this” —I grab his throbbing erection through his trousers and Harker’s legs buckle— “deep inside of me.”

I’ve felt his cock pressed against my body, but this is my first time actually touching it. I can’t get a full grip on his girth, and I find how hard it actually is incredibly surprising.

“It’s like a club,” I breathe.

“And it’s about to bash your untouched cunt.”

Oh God, the vulgarity sends my mind into a spiral. I can picture it now. Harker parting my legs, knocking the bulge of his head against my clit, and pressing it against my hole. My pussy tingles, sending an elated shiver up my spine.

“Do it then.” I sink my teeth into his earlobe, and he responds with a deep growl.

He grabs me behind the neck and hoists me into his arms while our mouths meet again. He carries me as if I don’t weigh a thing, storming his way down the hallway, his hands fondling my ass cheeks.

I shove my hands down the center of our bodies and start fumbling with the hook of his belt. Harker loses himself to our embrace, kissing my lips, my cheeks, and my neck. His teeth sink into my skin. It’s an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and pain, and it sparks lightning bolts from my core outward to every fiber of my being.

I undo his belt as we break through his bedroom door and drop his pants to his ankles. He continues walking over and out of the barricade without missing a step. His mouth continues trailing my body—from neck to collar and down to my tits. He buries his face between them, teeth tugging at my dress and the bra beneath.

He stops at the foot of his bed, finally allowing his hands to break their grip on my ass, and they immediately move to the zip of my dress. With a hard tug, the tight material loosens around my chest, and his eyes lock on the white bra with a black floral lining.

“I’m going to put you down now,” he says. I want him to because I know what comes next. But another part of me wants to stay here in his arms, clinging to him for dear life.

I nod. He sets me down on the bed, and even while I stand on his mattress, I only barely reach eye level with him. He takes a half step back, giving himself only the briefest distance away to help me take off my dress.

And it’s at this moment when the reality of what’s about to happen strikes. It was bound to happen eventually, Harker taking what’s his, but lost in the flurry of lust and kissing, I didn’t have a moment to process it fully. He’s about to split me in half and claim every part of me. Take me from a girl and make me a woman.

The swelling of nerves makes my breath short and erratic. I’m not afraid of him being the one to do it, but I’m terrified of what it’s going to feel like.

Harker moves his hands up my shoulders and hooks the top of my dress with his thumbs. He tugs them down my upper arms, and the dress glides down the front of my body.

His eyes drink me in, and his tongue runs along his lower lip. He’s seen me naked, but he seems even more entranced by me in a set of sexy underwear.

But he’s not the only one staring. Apart from his socks, Harker stands bare before me. The thick piece of meat dangling between his legs bounces with every one of his shaky breaths. His rock-hard body is tense, and every muscle looks as if it’s about to tear through his skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His hands find their way back to my ass. He squeezes my cheeks and pulls me against his body.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” I say, trying to keep it light and take my mind off what’s about to happen.

“Are you okay?” Harker leans in close and kisses my chest tenderly. His tongue finds the grooves between my breasts and comes to a halt as it hits the front clasp of my bra.

“I’m … scared.” No use lying. Harker hasn’t, so I’m not going to either.

“What’s troubling you?” His breath tickles the wet spots his tongue left behind.

“It’s my first time. What am I supposed to expect? What if it hurts?”

“It’s going to.” Harker’s eyes turn up to me, but his licking and kissing don’t stop. “The first penetration is going to sting. It’s going to be overwhelming. It’s literally going to tear you apart.”

His brutal honesty makes my heart sink.

“But once I’ve broken through the barrier and your sweet little hole becomes used to my size, you’re going to experience pleasure you’ve never imagined.” His calloused fingertips glide up my sides and undo my bra’s clasp. He keeps it closed a while longer, drawing in a deep lungful of air before releasing it in an exasperated sigh as he exposes my breasts.

“Fuck,” he groans, unable to hold himself back. He presses his face against my tits and sucks a nipple into his mouth. His long tongue wraps around the pointy bead, flicking against it.

Heat courses through my body, and I have to dig my fingers into his shoulders to keep steady.

Unimaginable pleasure . Everything this man does to me holds that title. And if what he says is true, the pain will be well worth the delight.

He discards my bra and hooks an arm beneath my knees. It makes me trip, but he catches me before I fall and lays me down on the bed while his body snakes over mine.

“We can stop if you’re afraid,” Harker says, but his cock rattling between my thighs tells me a different story than his words. Truly, I don’t want to stop.

“No, don’t stop. I’m ready,” I say.

Harker presses himself up on his elbows, and his body hovers inches above mine. “I need to prepare you first. Your pussy needs to be drenched. It will make the insertion easier.”

“How do you?—”

He doesn’t let me finish the sentence before kisses start making their way down my body. They stop at my breasts again, his tongue meeting the taut beads of my nipples. Keeping himself up on one arm, the other sinks between our bodies. It tugs and pulls at the hem of my panties until they drop beneath my thighs.

“What are you?—”

Another question goes unanswered as his hand lifts to my pussy. He slides his thick index finger between my folds until it’s soaked, making him moan. I join him, but mine comes from the warm sensations of his touch.

“Have you ever felt anything inside of you?” he asks against my tit.

“Only my fingers,” I answer.

“Those tiny things? Even this will fill you up then.” Harker chuckles and slides his index finger inside me.

And my God, does it fill me up. It mounts an instant pressure inside me, which resonates warm tingles out from my core.

I gasp a moan, and Harker chuckles. His finger moves slowly to start, in and out, while the middle brushes against my soaked slit. Every slow thrust out is met by a faster one moving in until he’s moving at a familiar speed I’ve reached before.

“Fuck, Harker, it’s feels so good.” The words come out hoarse between my moans and whimpers.

“Then this should feel better.” The middle finger he prepped along my wet slit meets his index, and together he presses both inside of me. I feel an overwhelming fullness as he struggles to reach the first knuckle.

Once more he moves slow and steady until my walls adjust to his fingers. Soon enough, his speed is back to where it was before. He presses himself higher while his eyes dance down my body and up again.

“I’m going to make you come, Penelope. I’m going to watch it happen. Then, I will fuck you,” he says.

That’s going to happen sooner than expected. Each move of his wrist tickles my core and makes my body writhe in pleasure. A warm, familiar heat starts just below my belly, and every thrust makes the sensation more intense. I want to lie still and take it all, but I can’t control my limbs. My legs buckle, and my panties slide further down my thighs until they fall off the bed. I desperately grab at the soft sheets beneath us. My hips buck into his hands.

And finally, the warmth that forms a knot in my tummy releases in a searing explosion of pure exhilaration. I shout and scream, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and my body goes limp. Harker struggles to catch his breath and the veins on his neck bulge through his skin. He looks at the mess we made, impressed with his work.

He lifts his hand to his mouth. It’s soaked all the way to his palm and he runs his tongue along the fingers that penetrated me. He laps and slurps until they’re sucked clean of my juices.

“Now you’re ready,” he says. He gets onto his knees and grabs my legs. With a hard tug in opposite directions, he parts them before moving in between them. His cock bounces, and as my imagination played out, the massive head hits my clit. It makes my entire body rattle.

“I am.” I finally find my words. “I’m so ready for you. Take me, do whatever you have to. Make me yours.”

Harker presses two fingers between my folds and exposes my hole by making a V with them. He shoves his free hand to the base of his cock and gets a firm grip on it. He’s trying hard to move slowly, to make sure I’m at ease, but I can see the animalistic glint in his eyes.

He doesn’t have control over what he’s doing. He’s lost himself to the primal beast who laid dormant for so damn long.

Harker moves his hips and, with it, the tip of his cock, finds its way to my entrance. It barely touches my skin and he lets out a loud, howling roar.

“I’ll try to go slow,” he says, unable to keep his breathing steady.

I want to tell him he doesn’t have to. That he can go fast and make the pain come and go just as quickly, but I can’t speak. My head is empty apart from my anticipation.

He nudges his hips forward, and the fat brim of his hood glides between my folds. My legs hook around his hips, and my feet find a perch on the small of his back. I moan a mix of delight and agony as his cock starts to split me open.

“You’re so fucking tight. It’s so fucking good.” Another slight adjustment of his lower body has him sink deeper.

I wince, tears flooding my eyes, and Harker comes to a complete stop. It’s only the head, but it’s already way too much for me. The pressure is an overwhelming mix of torture and perfection.

Fuck it. There’s no point in delaying the inevitable. Using my leverage and legs around his hips, I pull his lower body forward. He wasn’t expecting it. He crumbles forward, and his shaft sinks inside of me.

Harker’s groans are enough to show his pleasure. Mine, as he said, are a mix of rapturous satisfaction and sharp, intense pain.

“Are you okay?” he asks, cupping my face with the hand that spread my pussy lips. I turn my face into it, running my tongue along his soaked digits. The taste of myself on him feels so good and filthy.

“I’m more than okay,” I mutter. “I’m over the fucking moon. Now, fuck me, Harker. Do it. We’ve gotten past the hard part. Destroy me.”

I watch his face contort into a devilish grin.

“Your wish is my command.”

Harker gets a firm grip on my hips. And even though I gave him permission to do as he pleases, he still starts with gentle, precise thrusts. It still hurts, but every motion of his hips gets me used to the insane size of his cock.

And sooner than I expected, all pain melts away into pure gratification. My muscles tense and a knot forms in my belly. It’s light to start, but with every thrust, it becomes more intense. I can’t hold back the noises leaving my lips. Choked, guttural sounds, moans, groans, frantic attempts to heave oxygen into my lungs.

There’s no controlling any of it. Harker is in the driver’s seat, but every time his cock makes it deeper inside of me, I can see him losing control. His eyes are the perfect tell. They lose their bright luster of sanity, replaced by the beast dwelling inside. He snarls and roars as he destroys my little pussy.

Both of us want to speak, I’m sure. Express how amazing we feel. How wild it’s driving us. All those beautiful things. But we can’t. We’ve been reduced to caveman grunts and utterances of half-words that disappear into the symphony of slapping flesh.

But it’s Harker who finds his voice first. His hands find my breast, and he squeezes my nipples between his fingers. His eyes widen, and he struggles to start. Finally, in a thunderous roar, he shouts, “I can’t hold back, Penelope. I’m going to explode.”

“Do it.” It comes out croaky. “Come inside of me.”

“I’m going to fill your virgin womb. Make you mine.”

His hips start bucking more intensely. The full length of his shaft glides out of me before he slams it back inside my hole, and he slips a hand between us, teasing my clit, making my whole body tense.

“I am yours,” I whimper. “And yours alone.”

It’s those words that send him over the edge, dragging me along with him. With his firm grasp on my hips, he pulls me into one last thrust, and I see stars. His cock twitches against my walls, and he releases his hot seed inside my pussy while I pulsate around him.

He collapses on top of me, panting and heaving. His hands find the top of my head, and our lips lock in a fiery embrace.

I knew it would be amazing, but I couldn’t have imagined how good this would really be. I lock my arms around his shoulder, feeling my pussy tighten around his throbbing erection.

“My queen,” he whispers into my mouth. “Mine, and mine alone.”