THIS WOMAN. THIS young, vibrant, pure, woman was on her knees in front of me. It had been months since I had the gentle touch of a woman suck me off. But I knew once Zillah’s lips wrapped around my cock, I wouldn’t be able to control the urge to just fuck her. I couldn’t. She needed to be savored and I needed to rein in the side of me that wanted to rip her apart.
“Tray.” Her cheeks reddened. Even in the dim lighting of my room, I could see the blush that had fallen on her skin.
“Hey.” I lifted her to her feet. “As much as I want you to suck my cock, as much as I need it, that can’t happen. Not yet.”
“Oh.” Her eyes fell down to my waist. “I know I’m not experienced but I’m willing to try. For you.”
Fuck me. She wanted to please me. A hot shiver trembled over my skin.
“No. Not right now.”
She pouted. “Why not?”
I cupped her cheek, brushing my fingers to the back of her head before fisting her hair. “Because.” I placed a soft peck on her mouth.
She deepened the kiss, no longer questioning why I stopped the blow job.
The truth was, it had reminded me too much of Catch. It was far too soon. Although there would never be anything between us again, I couldn’t have Zillah do that intimate act. Not yet.
“I want to please you,” she whispered, leaning her head back even more.
Licking up the length of her neck, I sucked and kissed along her slender throat. “You already please me, Beauty.”
This woman who said exactly what was on her mind made all the bad shit in my life just … stop. Right now, it was her and me. Zillah and Tray. She was giving me her virginity and I would make sure that she didn’t regret it.
“You’re giving me a gift,” I murmured against her throat.
“Mmm. No guy has ever come close to you.”
“Tell me more.” I ran a hand down her back, cupped her ass, and pulled her flush against me.
“They looked at me but then they saw my father and that was it. But I was never attracted to them.” She shivered against me. “But this … you …” She met my gaze, her dark eyes were wild and filled with an amount of lust that took my breath away. “You looked at me. Saw my father. And yet, here we are.”
As much as I knew I didn’t deserve her, I wanted her just the same. I covered her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue between her lips, and reined in on that control I was losing from my very fingertips.
Zillah moaned, deepened the kiss, and gave me every breath that expelled from her lungs.
Backing her up to the edge of the bed, I dug my fingers into the cheek of her ass and lifted her leg.
“Tray,” she whispered, shivering against me.
“I should go slow.” I kissed her exposed throat. “I should make this last for you.”
“I … I don’t care.” She grabbed onto my shirt, pulling me even closer. “I want you.”
I laid her back on the bed when really I wanted to throw her on it. That would come. In time. But tonight, we had to go slow. I had convinced Zillah that we were going slow for her but really, it was for me. We needed to go slow for fear that I would hurt her.
Her dark hair was spread out beneath her head. Her caramel skin looked darker in contrast to the white sheets she laid on. It stirred something inside of me. A virgin on my white comforter and sheets. The feral beast I tried to keep at bay threatened to rear its ugly head knowing it was about to claim something so pure.
“Tray?” She reached out to me. “Are you okay?”
I grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. Turning on the lamp, I leaned over her. “You are absolutely breathtaking.”
Her chest rose and fell.
“Simply stunning.” I brushed the back of my hand between her breasts and down the length of her torso. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Kneeling between her spread legs, I ran my fingers up her inner thigh. “Take off your panties.”
A blush spread over her skin but she did as she was told. Hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties, she pushed the thin fabric down her legs.
I held my hand out. “Give them to me.”
She hesitated but did as I asked. It pleased me that she listened. It pleased me more than I cared to admit.
I shoved the panties into my pocket.
My gaze fell to the spot between her legs. I licked my lips. My mouth watered at the sight before me. She had a patch of dark hair on her mound. The rest of her pussy that I was desperately waiting for, completely bare.
“You shave?” I asked, brushing my fingers up even higher on her inner thigh.
“Wax,” she breathed, her eyes wide as she watched my hand.
“It’s perfect.” I liked them bare or unshaved. Pussy was pussy in my mind. But that was before I saw Zillah’s. I placed a soft peck on her mouth. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”
She nodded, spreading her legs even more.
“You tell me to stop and I will.” I kissed the spot between her breasts. “You hear me?”
“Yes.” She chewed her bottom lip. “I hear you.”
“Good girl.” Reaching beneath her, I cupped her ass and lifted her hips. The sweet scent of her body wafted into my nose. “No man has seen this pussy.”
“No.” She shook her head.
“No man has ever touched it.” I kissed her inner thigh.
“N-no.” Zillah fisted the blankets.
“No man has ever tasted it?” I swiped my tongue from her center up to her clit, the acidic nectar forcing a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my cock.
“No,” she moaned.
I grinned, running my nose over her clit. “How about smelled it?” I took a deep inhale.
“Holy fucking shit.” Her eyes widened.
“You told me I was nice, Beauty. Well …” I lowered her hips, circling my hand around her thighs and spread her open in a rough move. “Let’s see how nice you think I am when I’m done with you.”
(Zillah)
As soon as the words left his lips, his mouth was on me. His tongue was in a deep part of me that had never been touched by a man.
I cried out, grabbing onto his hair, and thrust my hips up and up.
Tray growled, sucking my clit between his teeth. “This cunt is mine now, Zillah.”
“Yes.” I shook beneath him. I may have only played with toys before this but I knew what I liked and didn’t have to tell him anything. His mouth fucked my lower body, his tongue flicking in and out of me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I was greedy.
“Please, Tray,” I whined. I needed his fingers inside me.
“Tell me what you need.”
I met his dark stare.
He licked his glossy lips, placing a soft peck on my inner thigh. “What do you need?” he asked again.
“More,” I whispered.
“Like what?” He nipped my thigh when I didn’t answer. “Tell me.”
“Your fingers.” My cheeks burned.
“Nah.” He moved back up the length of my body and stroked a hand over my head. “If I’m taking your virginity, it’s going to be by my cock. Not by my fingers.”
“Oh.” I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. “Okay.”
“You didn’t let me give you an orgasm.” He grabbed my hand, licking my thumb as it passed over his lips. “Are you a greedy girl wanting to come on my cock?”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
He smirked and leaned back, taking off his shirt.
My heart jumped.
“Hmm …” He towered back over me. “I like the way you look at me.” He kissed my cheek. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I won’t.” I placed a soft peck on his chin. “Tray, I need more.” I was hungry for whatever he could give me.
“Look.” He pointed to the ceiling. “Tell me what you see.”
I looked up and gasped. I never even noticed the mirror. The ceiling was lined with it. I could see his big body hovering over me. But what I noticed most was the large tattoo covering his whole back. It was done up in black ink with two large horns, dripping some sort of substance. Blood maybe? The face was mostly shadowed out, but the tattoo artist had done it in such a way that made the eyes glow and the mouth set in a permanent grin. It was a … “Monster.”
“Yeah, Beauty.” He kissed my cheek, trailing soft pecks down the length of my jaw to my collarbone.
“It’s … it’s like he’s moving.” I ran my hands down Tray’s strong back, watching the tattoo twitch beneath my touch.
Tray paused, his big body shaking above me.
“Tray?” I brushed my fingers down his sides before reaching his waist. Unbuttoning his jeans, I kissed his shoulder. “Please.”
“Shit, Zillah. I can feel the heat coming off of you.” He sunk his teeth into my collarbone.
I whimpered, the sharp sting sending a flush of heat spreading over me.
He pushed himself off me and sat back. Running the back of his knuckle down the center of my torso, he gripped my thighs and spread me open. “Fuck,” he murmured, licking his lips. “I’ll never get used to this sight.”
“Do you like it?” I asked, running my hand down my inner thigh.
His nostrils flared, his dark eyes watching my movements. “Yeah, Beauty. I like it.”
Once I reached the crease between my thigh and pussy, I paused. My cheeks burned at what I wanted to do for him. I wanted him to watch me.
“Keep going, Zillah. Show me what you do when you’re alone. When you’re wearing those sexy as fuck pajamas. And when you’re thinking of me.” His eyes snapped to mine. “Do it.”
I licked my lips, took a deep breath, and ran my index finger over my swollen clit. An electric charge shot straight through my body. I was already past the point of turned on thanks to his delicious mouth. But he didn’t make me come. As much as I wanted to, he had been right. I wanted to come with him inside me.
“Don’t stop,” he growled. Much to my surprise, Tray reached into his jeans and pulled out his thick cock. The tip was swollen and an angry shade of red. A bead of pre-cum dripped from the slit in the tip making my mouth water. His big hand wrapped around the heavy member, stroking slowly from the base to the head.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
He grinned. “This is all yours. You just tell me when.”
“Now,” I blurted. “Please. Give it to me now.”
He chuckled. “There are condoms in the nightstand. Grab one and put it on me.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“I know.” He grabbed my hand from between my legs, sucking my fingers into his mouth. “I’ll teach you everything. And if there’s something neither of us know, we’ll learn together.”
“Okay.” My heart melted. Was that even possible? I reached over and rummaged through the drawer. A laugh escaped me. “Porn?” I held up a magazine.
He winked. “Best kind.”
“Haven’t you heard of Pornhub?” I teased, putting the magazine away, and grabbing a condom from his stash. “That’s what people look at these days, old man.”
“Old man?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. We watch it on the internet. Have you heard of it?”
“Oh, little girl. You are so damn lucky this is your first time.”
My heart stuttered at the threat hidden beneath his words. “Or else what?”
A wicked grin spread on his face. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you watch porn.”
“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know how to please myself.” I opened the condom and pulled out the rubber. “Now what?”
“Fuck me.” Tray grabbed my wrist. “Your innocence is going to fucking kill me.”
I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He blew out a slow breath. “I’ve never been with a virgin before and it’s …”
“What?” I whispered.
“It’s taking everything in me not to flip you over and just shove my cock deep inside your cunt. But that position can wait. Right now, I need to feel you. I really need to fucking feel you.” Tray grabbed the condom from between my fingers. “Touch me.”
Before I could think twice about it, I wrapped my hand around him. I never expected him to feel so … soft. Even though he was hard, the skin was velvety smooth. The veins twitched beneath my touch. A groan rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest. His hips started moving, thrusting his cock into my hand.
“Fuck me, baby. That … I can’t … Shit.” His hand covered mine, guiding me up and down the length of him. “So fucking good.” His eyes snapped to mine. “You’ve never touched a man before.”
I shook my head even though it wasn’t a question.
He blew out a slow breath and leaned over me. “I’ve jerked off twice today and I know I’m still not going to last long.”
“Y-you did?” I asked, my eyes wide.
Tray kissed my forehead, giving me back the condom and helped me roll it down the hard flesh of his cock. “I wanted to make it last. To make it feel good for you.”
“It already does.” I lifted my hips, the ache inside of me becoming more pronounced the longer time went on where he wasn’t inside me.
“Shit, Beauty. You know how to make a man feel good about himself.” He kissed my nose and then my mouth. “Grab my hand. This is going to hurt.”
My heart hammered in my chest. I linked our fingers, cupping his shoulder with my other hand.
Spreading my legs even wider, I watched him line up his cock with my soaked entrance.
“I wanted you to come on my tongue, but I need this. I need you.”
“Take me,” I whispered.
He pushed the tip inside of me, stretching me.
He was bigger than the toys I used. The slight burn of him stretching me turned into a delicious roar of pleasure.
I moaned, arching beneath him.
Tray pushed a little deeper, pulled out, and slid back into me, inch by erotic inch.
“Oh, God.” My nails dug into his shoulder, our joined hands tightening, squeezing each other as the pleasure consumed us. “Tray.”
In a smooth move, he thrust forward, filling me to the hilt.
I cried out, my body shaking around him.
“Fuck.” He shook above me, petting a hand over my head. “So damn tight.” He pulled out slowly, slamming back into me so hard I could feel the back of my teeth rattle.
“Harder,” I whimpered, my pussy clenching down around him. “Tray,” I whined.
Covering my mouth with his, he slid his tongue between my lips and picked up speed with his hips.
The pleasure was so great, I couldn’t think straight. I had never felt anything like it. It was unnatural how good he felt inside of me. Spots danced behind my eyes. His groans and grunts of pleasure slid over my skin.
“Tray.” I broke the kiss, arching beneath him, and took him even deeper. “Please. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Grabbing my hips, he pulled me farther beneath him and rested his arms above my head. “Can you feel that, Zillah?” he asked, brushing his cheek against mine. “Can you feel me fucking your soul?”
“Yes,” I screamed, the sudden release crashing into me. But it didn’t make Tray stop. No. Instead, he only fucked me harder and faster.
“Come again. Come all over me, Zillah.” His pelvis slammed into mine, the pain from him stretching me no longer there.
I moaned, taking everything he had to give me and more. My gaze flicked to the mirror above us. His back muscles rippled, the tattoo of the monster moving with each powerful thrust. His ass flexed as he powered forward and back. My body became wetter for him and I couldn’t help but watch the way the monster moved.
Grazing my hand over the tattoo, his skin was damp beneath my touch. The way Tray was moving made the monster almost look like he was smirking. And it only turned me on that much more. A tingle spread from my toes, hitting me in the chest. The monster was claiming me. Taking my virginity and making it his. And I couldn’t help but crave more. Every inch. Every thrust.
Tray pulled out of me, the loss of not being filled by him leaving an emptiness I never thought I’d feel.
“You see that?” He pushed the tip of his cock through the slick folds of my pussy.
I glanced between us, noting the red liquid coating his shaft.
“Your virginity is mine, Beauty.” Flipping me onto my stomach, he landed a hard swat on my ass and slid back into my waiting and ready body.
“Now this is my favorite position,” he purred in my ear.
“Yeah?” I spread my legs even wider for him. “Why?”
“Because.” He kissed my shoulder. “Eventually, when you’re ready, I can fuck your ass.”
My eyes widened.
He chuckled, inching a hand beneath me.
I jumped when his fingers came into contact with my clit.
“You’re going to come again for me. And you’re going to come until I feel like you’ve had enough.”
I whimpered, shaking beneath him, and let him have complete control. Over me. Over my body. Over my soul.