Chapter Three
Audrey
Air rushed into my lungs as the tip of his tongue slid against the seam of my pussy. It had been over a year since my ex-boyfriend ate my pussy out and though there was some pleasure with it, it was nothing like what I was feeling right now.
“Let me see that pretty pink pussy…” Jameson’s deep voice vibrated against my folds, making my entire belly explode with butterflies.
My body reacted to his command without thought, my legs spreading as wide as they could. Jameson’s strong hands held my thighs open while his tongue flicked against my clit.
“Oh God!” I panted, biting my lip as I tried to suppress a moan of pleasure. It had never felt like this before, not when…
“Come on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste that sweet cum of yours.” My body started to shake as he sucked, furiously sucked, on the tiny little nub.
“It’s never… Oh my… Fuck!!!” Every word that left my lips was an incoherent thought. I couldn’t believe I was bent over Jameson’s desk, let alone at the mercy of his tongue, and he was devouring me from the inside out, his hands spreading me open like I never had been before.
“Mmmm…” He mumbled against my clit, before slipping one of his thick digits inside me. I fell apart against his face and hand within two strokes, but he didn’t stop, God no. He helped me ride the wave of pleasure, and built another, continuing to stroke me from the inside, while lapping up every last drop of my release. I wrung my hands together, struggling against the silk tie he had wrapped around my wrists.
“I’m going to own this pussy by the time morning comes…” he growled, shoving another thick digit inside me. I could feel my pussy stretching deliciously to accommodate the thickness of his fingers.
“Own it, own me,” I begged, gasping for air as the start of another orgasm slammed in to me. I felt as if I was floating, my entire body floating off into another realm where only pleasure existed.
“Once more, Princess. I want that pussy of yours drenched, and stretched enough to take my cock.” He couldn’t be serious, my legs were barely holding me up and my entire body felt as if it had been pushed to its limit.
“I can’t…” I whined, trying to close my legs, feeling the pleasure mix with pain as he devoured my pussy, sucking and licking like his life depended on it.
“You can, and you will…” he ordered, his voice almost daring me to disobey him. The curving of his fingers deep inside my womb pushed me over the edge. He was so deep, and the delicious stroke of his fingers inside my tight hole, mixed with the pleasure from his tongue, sent me over the edge all over again.
“Jameson…” I sighed, his name expelling from my lips. I was more and more thankful now that I had taken the cab here instead of going home to be alone for the night.
“Mr. Briggs… that’s what you’ll call me if you want my cock ten inches inside of you, understand?” he questioned, moving up from the floor at record speed, before flipping me around so I was facing him. His face was red, and I wanted him to kiss me so I could taste myself on his lips.
“Mr. Briggs… Please fuck me,” I asked politely, knowing that I was finally doing what I had wanted to do all along. Jameson Briggs would be my first, I promised myself that and not because I was some naïve little girl. I wanted an experienced man to take me, a man that knew what it would take to bring me to my knees the first time around.
A devilish smile formed on his lips and before I knew what it was that I was asking for, he was ripping the front of my dress open, uncaring to the fact that there was a zipper on the back.
“Really?” I raised an eyebrow, loving that he was taking me like a woman and not some fragile virgin.
“Yes, really. You want me to fuck you, then I’m going to fuck you my way….” He nipped at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. Moans of pleasure spilled from my mouth and into his as he kissed me like a man starved of air. The taste of my own release mixed with that pleasure nearly had me tumbling over the edge of insanity.
With one hand, he raised my tied hands above my head and held them there while he explored the rest of my body with the other, his fingers lightly squeezing my nipples.
“Ahhhh….” I mewled, arching my back up off the desk as if I was possessed or something. Making the choice to come here tonight had been one I was sure I would regret, but boy was I wrong.
“You want my cock inside you, don’t you? You want me to take from you? To own and possess your sweet little cunt, don’t you?” His dirty words were all I could hear as his hands roamed up and down the front of my body, marking my body with his fingers and lips.
“Jameson…” I purred. “I need more. I need you… inside me…” I was practically begging him, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care if it made me look weak, or needy. I fucking wanted this man, and I wanted him to be the one to take my cherry too. With one hand still holding my hands in place above my head, he pulled himself out of his slacks and my mouth popped open taking in his thick, veiny, cock. He was thicker and longer than any male I had seen before, and a sliver of fear stuck me right then.
Would we fit each other?
“You look nervous, Princess.” There was a smugness to Jameson’s voice that turned me on further, that or it could’ve been the fact that he was stroking himself right in front of me without a care in the world.
“No… I’m ready…” I licked my lips. Jameson maneuvered me to the edge of the desk, and spread my thighs nice and wide before settling between my legs.
“I’ve dreamt of taking you a million times and not once, not even fucking once, did I think it would ever happen….” I could hear the disbelief in his words. He never thought this day would come.
“Well it is…” I moaned, digging my heels into his ass, forcing his thick cock to rest right against my entrance.
He’s so close, so fucking…
“It sure is, Princess…” He growled out in an animalistic tone, the contours of his face darkening as he slammed into me to the hilt. Pain sliced through me as the air rushed from my lungs all at once.
“Oh fuckkkk…..” Tears pricked at my eyes, and Jameson wiped them away as he cradled my face in his hand.
“Your so fucking tight, and perfect…” He didn’t move and I was thankful, because I wasn’t sure how much pain to expect with this kind of thing. “I didn’t want to warn you because there isn’t any warning to things like you in life, sweet girl.”
The pain started to ease as we stayed connected, my body melting into his like a hot knife through butter.
“I think you can move now.” I wiggled beneath him, trying to gain some type of friction where our bodies were connected.
“Oh I can move, Darlin’.” And fuck did he ever, his hips arching in the perfect motion as he pulled out and slammed back into me, causing my entire body to move up the desk. There was a mix of pain and pleasure that shot through me, seeping into my pores, and slamming into my core. My nails dug into the soft fabric of the tie at my wrists as Jameson took from me a piece of myself I never thought I would give away. My entire body shook as he took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling the tight bud around in his mouth.
“You taste delectable, like nothing I’ve fucking ever had before. Amazing, Audrey…” He whispered against my tit, his words sending shivers down my spine. He worshipped my body from the inside out, stroking me in the most perfect way.
“I….” My pussy quivered, and before I could stop the moan of pleasure that slipped past my lips I was coming… my pussy tightening around his length, squeezing the life from him.
“Fuck yeah you are…” Jameson’s lips skimmed over my body as he made his way down to my hip where he gripped me with a bruising force as he continued to slam in and out of me hard enough to make my body move up the table.
“You feel so big…” I could feel every single inch of him and wondered if he was going to break me in half from the strength of his cock.
“That’s because I am, Princess, now focus on the way that big cock feels inside you. Focus on the way it strokes you, playing your tight little pussy until it screams…” I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, loving the way he possessed my body and wanting to feel this way for the rest of my life.
“Jameson, my… you’re…. oh fuck!” I sighed, trying to lift my head to see his cock entering me. A devilish laugh erupted from deep within his chest and before I realized what was happening he was pulling out of me and rolling me over to my belly. My body was on fire, and my nipples puckered further as they collided with the cold wood of the desk.
“I want you to feel all of me, Princess. Every. Last. Fucking. Inch,” he hissed, his voice barely audible as he slammed back into me to the hilt, his cock piercing me directly in the heart.
With a flick of his wrist he was lifting my hips up to meet his every thrust, and through the fire that consumed my body I was sent soaring again, every fiber inside of me igniting and bursting into flames as I fell apart with a man that I knew I could never truly have.
“Your pussy’s so tight, so perfect, so fucking…” Jameson’s voice filtered into my ears, as his hot release shot deep inside me. I felt every shudder and quake of his body as he slowly moved in and out of me until his cock became soft again. Jameson placed his brand on me that night, and I knew from that moment on that I would be doomed when it came to loving another man.
Slowly, he undid my wrists, rubbing the life back into them before turning me over to face him. Both our faces were flush, mine probably more than his, but that didn’t matter. Not to him, and most definitely not to me.
“There will never be another like you, Princess. Wait here while I go get a wash rag to clean you up…” Jameson’s lips pressed against mine with a feather light softness, and his nose rubbed against mine, his eyes reading me like a book that had just been left open. I nodded my head yes, wincing only slightly as my thighs moved against the wooden desk.
A barrage of emotions shot through me but none stuck out quite like the need to be Jameson’s only one. The woman he would make a home with, the woman he would settle down with and have children with. I had only just given him my virginity but I was thinking about a future, a life with him, and I wasn’t even sure that I would get another chance. All I knew was that I didn’t just want to be the only one for him. I needed to be it, and even if it hurt my father, I would do whatever I had to do to keep Jameson and I a secret.