CHAPTER EIGHT - CARRIE
I woke to him stirring beside me. It had been two days since I’d lost my virginity and other than holding my hand and stealing a few kisses as we lounged in the gallery, Chance had not tried to take advantage of our sexual arrangement. I assumed that maybe I hadn’t been very good, or that perhaps he was giving me time to heal. I was sore from his intrusion, and while I was thankful for the break, I wondered if it would only hurt again and again each time.
I also couldn’t help but wonder if he’d continue to be gentle, which was nice, but some of my urges had me wishing that he’d be a little more aggressive. I could take it, but I was sure if I suggested, he’d be upset. He’d been very particular that things be in his time and his way, and I had a feeling he’d already had to change his rules because of my virginity.
I got up and headed to the shower, hoping to let the steam wake me up, but then he appeared in the doorway on the other side of the frosted glass. Though his image was distorted, I could tell what he was doing as he took off his shorts and approached. He opened the door and stepped inside.
The shower was big enough for at least four people, and I wondered if he’d ever filled it to capacity. He seemed like the kind of man who could satisfy multiple women, and had a time or two.
I knew better than to protest, and as my eyes trailed up and down his body, I didn’t mind. He was a work of art, and after seeing so many of the paintings in the gallery, the nudes of angels, and the loin-clothed warriors, he had them all beat.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining you.” He stepped up behind me, and his cock brushed against my lower back.
“Of course not.”
“I’ve given you a couple of days, but I’m afraid I can’t wait much longer to have you again, Carrie.” He brought his arms around my waist and pulled me closer and bent his knees so that his cock slipped between my legs and he ground his hips against me. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.
I let my head fall to the side as his mouth pressed against my neck and walked us forward to the wall, where I put my hands up to steady myself. “I don’t think I want you to be too gentle.”
He stopped, his body seeming to tighten behind me. “If you’re absolutely sure I don’t have to be.”
“I’m sure.” I knew what I was asking and the consequences, but I wanted to be taken harder. I wanted to experience all I could with him during my time. “I’m sorry about the other day. I want to be better for you.”
“You were amazing the other day.” He kissed my neck and trailed his mouth down my back and knelt down, parting my ass cheeks. Suddenly his tongue darted, and he licked my little star, causing me to tighten.
“I’m not ready for that.” I pulled away, and he turned me around and licked my slit.
“I know. But you will be before you leave, so I like to train it a bit. You’ll appreciate it later, trust me.” He lapped at my front and the little bare cleft between my legs, and then he parted my folds and exposed my clit. His mouth closed on me, and he nibbled and sucked, causing me to grip his hair and hold him on me as I clenched. A wave of ecstasy washed over me, and he looked up into my eyes as he slipped two thick fingers inside me. “Mm. You’re already so wet; I think you’re ready.”
My need was so great that I pulled him up and gripped his waist, hitching my leg up around him. I wanted him inside me, filling me up and easing the growing tingle between my legs.
He responded to my actions with his own, and he placed his hand on my hip and then aimed his cock for my entrance. “I’m going to put you on the wall and the fuck you hard. Do you want that, angel?”
“Yes, please.” My feet left the floor, and suddenly my back was against the wall, and my legs were wrapped around his hips clenching tight to keep from falling even though he had me safe in his arms.
In another moment, he pressed inside me, finding a bit of resistance because his cock was so wide inside my tight walls. But after a moment I relaxed and settled around him as he began to fuck me. “You feel so fucking good on my cock, angel. How do you feel?”
“It’s so good; I want it harder.” I closed my eyes and focused on where he was and how it felt, the intensity increasing as he obliged and rocked his hips in a faster rhythm.
“You like that?”
I could barely speak for the panting, but I wanted him to know how much I loved it. “Yes, fuck me like that.”
“I love hearing you beg like a little slut. I’m going to make you into a wanton whore. You’ll wake up begging for it. Tell me you’ll be a good girl, angel.”
“I’ll be your good girl.” He hitched me up against him and turned me to a different wall, still pumping his cock steadily into my tight channel.
“That’s what I want to hear, Carrie. That you’ll be mine and let me use you any way I see fit.”
Two days ago, the thought of that had terrified me, but now I was well on my way to being his, and I loved it. “I am your good girl.”
“Fuck yes. I’m going to fill you with my cum and claim you, angel. Are you going to let me take this little pussy any way I want to?”
He ground his hips against me as I cried out, another orgasm ripping from me, breaking me apart around him.
“Yes! Oh God, yes,” I screamed.
“That’s right, Carrie. Come all over me.” He gripped my hair and pulled my head back as he kissed my breasts, his mouth closing on my tight nipple and sucking so hard I felt it pinch in my pussy. The tingle was growing painful, but there was enough pleasure that I craved more and more.
I quivered around him and felt the way my pussy tightened to milk him. He moaned as it happened and slowed his pace, giving a curse under his breath each time. “You bad little girl, trying to make me come now. Greedy, greedy.” He laughed and hitched me up, and instead of taking me back to the other wall of the shower, he turned off the water and took me, dripping wet from head to toe, to his bed.
He lay down on top of me, lifted my legs up over his shoulders, and then he drove into me hard. I screamed out, and he covered my mouth, fucking me harder and harder. “You wanted it rough, didn’t you? Tell me how bad you want it.”
He uncovered my mouth, and I tried to speak, but my panting was too far out of control. I felt like I was going to rip in half and die of bliss.
“I want it so bad.” I struggled to get the words out, and he leaned forward, gripping my legs and pushing them up toward me until I folded in half.
Suddenly, his body lurched, and he ground into me, holding still as his cock, which seemed to have a mind of its own, twitched inside me, and the warm tingle of his release poured into me.
“That’s a good girl. I want you to clean this cock for me, now. Suck it nice and slow until it’s hard again.” He lifted me up on my elbows and straddled my chest, aiming his cock for my mouth. “You wanted it this way, Carrie. Remember that.”
I had too. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I sucked and licked as he hovered over me. I could taste both of our orgasms on him and found it incredibly sexy.
He really was going to turn me into his greedy little whore.