Mikayla

 

 

I didn’t even see it. As the smoky water billows around me, I hold up my right hand, and place my middle finger and index finger about almost two inches away from each other. What the hell did I touch? The circumference of his cock is enough to make me lock the door. As I step back away from the knob, I have to remind myself to breath. Then I do a double take to confirm that the bathroom door is locked.

My heart is beating like a jackhammer, shit, it’s hard to hear my own thoughts.

“You don’t have to fuck him if you don’t want too, Mikayla,” I audibly mumble to myself, and groan. I desperately want his cock inside of me. But how? He had a Louisville slugger in his pants. My legs are shaky as I step into the shower.

The hot water beats at my skin as I’m hypnotized by thoughts of something I have yet to see. Something I’m too afraid to lay my eyes on. On one hand his cock felt glorious. Soft, yet silky. Rippled deliciously. The perfect hunk of man-meat, yet it was huge and jolted my heartbeat into a swift sprint. I was frightened and amazed at the same time.

“Why aren’t you touching yourself?”

My shoulders jolt at the sudden sound of his voice. I know I locked the bathroom door, and double checked, just to make sure he couldn’t get in. Slowly, I turned around. Jagger’s standing right inside the room. His suit jacket is open. He’s removed the holder from his hair, and long blond tresses graze across smoldering blue eyes.

“How did you get inside—" 

“Uthando lwami, I could probably eat you until the sun rises—I’d enjoy it, too— and then, of course, I’d have my way with you. Trust me, you taste like manna from heaven. But I’m out of my fucking element here. I’m an impatient man, and that’s counterproductive to my attempt at being gentle and letting you lead,” he says, instead of answering me.

The torrents of water feel cold even though steam is hazing all around me. My skin is on fire with need, and just the thought of his XL cock touching me sends a delirious, covetous hunger, and also terror, slamming through my heart. I gulp down the range of conflicting emotions, “What does that mean?”

“Uthando lwami, means ‘my love.’ Or are you inferring to my quest to allow you to lead, which means I’m fucking you tonight, but I’m going to learn to be gentle about it.”

“My love?” My lips hardly move. The first time Jagger called me such an endearing term, I had ugly tears and mascara streaming down my face. My life ceased to exist, and I had succumbed to dread while inside his truck. Heck, I was attempting to run away from him!

“Will you allow me to learn to be gentle with you, Mikayla, or must I take you the hard way?,” his voice is stern, yet he doesn’t grit his teeth as he normally does.

I step from the shower and start toward the exit, Jagger grabs a towel from the rack while keeping his eyes on me. He wraps it around me gingerly, pulling me closer to him.

“I am still very afraid of you, Jagger,” I say before he kisses my mouth. He’ll hurt me tonight, no matter how tender the beast attempts to be, I’ll be left in pain. But I want this pain.

In the bedroom, there’s an expensive brand of massage oil that I hadn’t seen earlier.

“Shouldn’t you undress, too,” I ask, my tone confident, although inwardly I’m shaking in anticipation.

He’s debonair in the way he’s removing his jacket. I give a slight smile at the brute’s endeavors. When Jagger starts out of his linen shirt, my eyes blink continuously. Those muscles are stone sculpted and seemingly larger than they were before. He’s too beautiful, maybe he shouldn’t undress, because now I’m seriously intimidated.

“You are gorgeous,” he says, seeming to read my mind, while grabbing the lotion. His strong fingers touch my stomach. He increases the pressure and a tremor of a gasp blossoms out from my lips. Jagger’s fingers trail over the swell of my breast. I’m licking my lips in anticipation of him caressing or squeezing my nipples that are taut, begging, and standing proud. Shit, they’re about the only part of my body that is begging without fear.

Unfortunately, he avoids them. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out at the unfairness. His hand runs back down to my stomach. My pussy is all achy. I might have forgotten how huge he is, but as his cock is spearing through his pants, knocking against my thigh, I can’t bring myself to care.

“Mmm,” I moan, as he continues to trail his fingertips around my waist, to my hips, and then to my inner thighs. My body tenses, he’s almost there…nope. Denied again. He just continues along, teasing me.

Jagger works his hands up my breast again.

“I need it,” I hear a sexy as hell voice say, dripping with desire, and then I realize it’s my voice. My skin is on fire, and my pussy is scorching hot against his leg. “I need it, Jagger…”

I start for his belt buckle.

“Should I cuff you, Mikayla?” he questions in warning.

My hands fly away as I scoff.

“Would serve you right for cuffing me the other day, for letting me have a tiny taste at a slice of heaven only to take it away.” He pinches my nipple.

“Ohhhhh, yes,” I gasp. Jagger doesn’t let go, pain sparks from my breast and ribbons through my body. I moan out the hurt. “I’m sorry.”

“No apologizing now, the only thing you can do for me—for you—is to be super, sloppy fucking wet, Mikayla,” he says. His lips are tensed. I want to reach up and kiss him, but he shows my other nipple the same slice of pain. How miraculous! The hurt transforms into pleasure, and more wetness begins seeping out between my thighs.

“Jagger, I’m wet, I promise, I’m dripping wet.”

“Are you?” he asks while moving around the bed. Now kneeling at the foot of it, he grips my legs and has me slide all the way down, placing them on his shoulders. He leans in and gives a swirl around my stiff clit with his tongue. My eyes go blind at the pleasure, as he moans, licking and worshiping my pussy. All my senses shut off, except for touch, as his lips make a ring around my clit and he sucks it into his mouth. Jagger eats me out, pausing every now and again, while pulling down his pants and he finishes getting completely undressed.

A primal cry builds within my throat as his fingers join in, and get to work, filling my pussy up where his tongue had just been. He sends hard little flicks to my clitoris as he slams his fingers into me, hooking his index finger up to attack my g-spot.

“Yesss, Jagger, right there. Right there!” My hips rise.

The orgasm funnels in intensity until I’ve cum all over Jagger’s fingers and his mouth laps it up. I’m screaming and wailing into the pillow as my sweets drench his face.

With a grunt, he collapses beside me. I press my hand against his face, unable to speak, to thank him. He grabs my palm and gives it a rough kiss. Then suddenly Jagger is up and has made himself comfortable on an array of pillows, his hands are now resting behind his head. I glance at muscles as far as the eye can see. Since his eyes are closed, I ogle his body without a care.

One turquoise eye pops open. “Climb on my cock, Mikayla, you’re ready.”

“Climb what?” I glance at his dick, it’s as intimidating as Mount Everest.

“Don’t be afraid and jump on it… or slowly descend if you prefer.”

“I don’t think…”

Jagger placed his arms around my waist. Kisses along my nape send shivers through my body and cause me to crave his nearness. My breasts are squashed against his muscular chest. And though I’m leaned over somewhat, so as not to be impaled by his cock, my entire body is pressed against his strong, harder one.  He reaches for my pussy and plays with my lips while running his fingers lightly across my clit, causing me to shiver.

“Straddle me, uthando lwami,” he tells me, the look I thought was lust in his eyes, is genuine, is love, “I don’t want to hurt you, Kayla. Climb on top of me.”

I’m shuddering at each soft touch. Each strum of his fingers along my clit, and down the length of my valley, is compelling me to obey.

“I can’t hurt you, baby, climb on top of me, you’ll have all the control.”

He works me until a garbled sound slams out of me. My pussy clenches at his fingers, this is so fucking good. But… his cock…. Jagger brings his hand up, shows me the glossiness of it, then tastes my juices.

I find myself licking and biting my lips as he lays there lazily, waiting for me to give myself to him. In a daze of lust, I place my knees on each side of his hips. His cock reaches past my belly button as it leans heavily against my stomach.

“You have all the control, Mikayla,” he tells me.

I nod, with a tiny apprehensive gulp, determining that his cock won’t fit, I lift up on my feet, and squat. I grip his cockhead and work it against my juices.

“Good girl,” he tells me as I spread my warm velvety cum into his cock. It feels so good that I moan as I started to slide my walls down around him.

My lady bits don’t allow him entrance. I groan, clawing at the muscles of his beautiful bronze chest. I’m probably inflicting more pain along his pectorals than I’m inflicting by grinding down on his cock. His hard, ripped skin feels amazing, helping to motivate me. I arch my hips and thrust down, again. He’s too big, or I’m just too tight.

“This isn’t working,” I pout.

“Beautiful, you just don’t know.” He’s biting his bottom lip ever so sexily. Jagger rubs my inner leg. Damn, he makes me want him inside of me. My hand weaves through the coils of my pussy, and I moan as I turn myself on further. I spread my lips and continue to lower myself. His steel rod is so thick.

“Just relax,” Jagger grabs my breast and softly paws at it. Was I whimpering just now?

“Show Daddy just how much you want this dick.” Jagger’s words coax a moan out of me. He runs his hand between the inside of my thighs, rubs at his cock, soaking it with my juices.

“Mmmm, I need you… Jagger.” I lick my lips and softly start to press down. I feel a fraction of him stretch me so far it hurts, but something else is riding in with that pain. A deep desire to have my hitman fill me up for my first time. I feel like his cock is my erotic throne and I can’t help but to continue trying to fuck down on it.

My nipples are aching, my breasts feel like heavy melons. And my warm brown skin has this glow to it. Heck, even if I can’t get his dick all the way in, I have to look good trying, right?

“Uthando lwami, you are nearly there. Keep at it, baby, work that beautiful little cunt,” he encourages. My eyes are captivated by his as my hips stretch wider and his cock finally breaks through my hymen.

“Ouuu… ouuu…” my upper lip is perspiring and sweat is glistening on my body. I’ve never been so determined. I keep at it, even as my walls burn while expanding for his girth.

“That’s right, my cock is so fucking hard right now, you did this, beautiful. And all this dick is for you.” He rubs my lower back. The way he stares me in the eyes, those words, I’m mesmerized. I rise up, and slowly my honey hollow stretches to the max to claim another inch of his massive dick.

He continues to massage my breasts and his large hands make my stomach feel ever so tiny as he coaxes me with, “Just keep fucking going down on me.”

I bite my lip and rock with a little more ease. I have an out of this world, hot sight before me as I glance down Jagger’s beautiful body. My pussy slides deeper onto his shaft. A new feeling of bliss cools my wet skin as I ride along Jagger. I’ve never seen such a look of contentment on a man, it’s like the instant a groom sees his bride as she walks down the aisle, when a man falls in love with his woman for a second time.

He caresses my hips and leans up, causing the rigid stacks of my inner muscles to loosen further. “You’re spectacular, Mikayla.” Jagger’s lips are gentle against my mouth. Hell, so damn soft they brush along my lips, and I almost whimper that we could’ve done this the good old fashion way, but I loved every single moment of offering him my virginity.

“Kayla, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, “you are so motherfucking tight.”

His tongue sweeps over mine and in a blink, I’m lying on his pillow, breathing in his masculine scent. In one fluid motion, my legs are over his waist and Jagger is stretching me even more than I could imagine.

“Jagger… Jagger…” I moan as my body expands for his glorious erection. Tears of pain burn my eyes, but in a trance of pleasure, I moan, “Deeper, Jagger… fuck me deeper…”

He’s looking into my eyes, again, so damn attuned with my body it’s crazy. Unlike before, with my clit, my breast, the lips of my vagina, all tightening with desire for him, my entire body begins to spark with electricity as an orgasm starts to work its way through me.

“Mikayla, I’m going to…” Jagger’s throbbing cock explodes as a whole-body orgasm claims me, from my hair follicles to my toenails. Jagger’s cum seems to sprint on forever, and my body welcomes it.  He fills me to the brink, my pussy walls cling to that thick cream of his, something that I’ve instantly become addicted to.