Chapter Eighteen

Booker

Her skirt is wrinkled beyond repair, thanks to me.

I want to grin, but I can’t bring myself to. I’m too hungry. I’ve wanted this woman more than anything, or anyone. I can see in her eyes that she knows where this is going.

That she wants to go there. With me.

I will be the one to claim her virginity. She will be mine tonight. I step toward her and walk around her. I take in her curves, her peaks and valleys. Everything. There’s so much hiding beneath those clothes, and I’ve only had a small taste.

What a taste it was.

I return to face her. She’s trembling. I wonder if she’s afraid. This will be her first time, and I want her to feel safe. To feel comfortable.

To feel passion.

I reach out and run my fingers along her arm. She shivers, but she doesn’t move.

I step closer. I can feel her breath on my collarbone. When she braves a look up into my eyes, I know what she finds there.

A promise.

This is her first time. I have to keep that in the back of my head, because if I don’t, I’m going to fuck her as hard and deep as I can. I have to find control. Ever since I’ve met her, I seem to have lost it completely.

I run my hand along her cheek until I cradle her jaw in the palm of my hand. Her eyes are wide, and even in the dark of my apartment, I can catch the little flecks of gold among the green.

My god, she is beautiful.

I lower my head, unable to resist, and capture her lips with mine. I explore her. Taste her. Indulge in the feeling of having her here, in the flesh, not just a figment of my lust-filled imagination. She reaches up and grasps the back of my neck, then tugs me down to take in more of me.

I’ll take that as acceptance, then.

She takes a cue from me and explores my mouth with her tongue. There’s some hesitation there, and I pull her closer, crushing her body to mine. I want her to feel my erection against her pussy. I want her to ache for it to be inside her. She whimpers and presses closer. There is far too much clothing between us.

My hand darts to her blouse, and I realize it’s still unbuttoned. I tug it from her shoulders and let it to fall to the floor. I don’t waste time as my fingers move along her shoulders, my lips still busy on hers as I discover and taste her. Her bra is black silk, just like her underwear. Her breasts are on the smaller side, but they cup perfectly in my palm. I reach back and unclasp the bra without trouble.

This is not my first rodeo.

For a moment, Sasha holds her bra to her chest between us. I lick her lips with my tongue, and she releases it to the floor. Her nipples are hard and pink. I want to nibble on one and see how she tastes.

I want to taste all of her. And I want her pussy in my mouth again. Dripping and hot.

Before I can get there, she reaches down and slides her skirt and underwear all the way down. When she steps out of them, she leaves her black heels on.

Oh, fuck yes.

She steps back, fully naked except for her heels. This is the wanton goddess that is Angel. She is the woman of my fantasies, creating a far better reality than even I could have imagined.

“Now you,” she breathes.

I can tell her bravado is half-staged. She wants to be the vixen, but she is so clearly the virgin, nervous and excited all at once. My heart tugs at my chest, and I ignore it. The call of my dick is so much stronger.

“Undress me then,” I say.

She grins and steps forward, eager to do as I command. Still, her hands tremble a little as she undoes the buttons of my white collared shirt. When she reaches the bottom, she spreads her hands along my chest before she tugs it down over my arms onto the floor. Her hands reach for my belt next, and she hesitates, casting a glance up at me before she unbuckles it and unzips my pants.

My erection springs forth, still trapped in my boxer briefs, as she slides the pants to the ground. I glance down at Sasha, still on her knees.

“I want you to take off my underwear and then suck my dick,” I tell her.

She grins up at me.

“I’ve wondered what you taste like,” she whispers.

Yes. Have a taste, little innocent. See what it’s really like.

She pulls down my underwear, and my cock jumps free, ready to be handled. She stays on her knees as she strokes it a few times then sinks her mouth right over and down.

“Oh my fucking lord,” I moan.

She sucks in and slides her little mouth up and down the length of me, licking the tip like an expert. Where did she learn how to do this? Please don’t let it stop.

She flicks her tongue over the tip of my dick before taking me back in her mouth and gliding back down, happy to take in more. I watch her head bob back and forth as my body erupts with sensation. I want more. I want to be inside her.

“Stand up,” I say.

She wipes her mouth and rises to meet me. When she looks me in the eye, I see lust there.

She has no idea what she’s about to experience.

“My username was indicative of my personality. I am the Master, here. Tonight you belong to me.”

I grab her arm and tug her to me, our bare skin meeting for the first time. Her soft breasts against my chest are exquisite, and I claim her mouth once more as I lift her into my arms. I can feel her heat as I hold her. She’s ready to be taken. I carry her into my bedroom. I couldn’t take her for the first time in an elevator. I want it to be a good experience for her. I want her to be comfortable, and where better than my enormous bed to lose one’s virginity?

I lay her down on the soft mattress, my body still hovering over hers, our lips enmeshed. I release myself from her mouth and venture down her chin. My tongue slides down her neck, further down, until I finally reach one perfect nipple. I take it in my mouth and suck like I did on her clit, nice and hard. She gasps and arches her breasts into the air, begging me to take more. I nibble a little, and she moans.

So far, so good.

I slide my tongue along her sternum until I reach the other nipple. It’s only fair, after all. I sink my teeth into it just a little then flick my tongue along the tip.

“Oh, Booker,” she gasps.

“Mr. Knight,” I correct her. “Tonight, I’m still in charge.”

She hesitates, then complies. “Yes, Mr. Knight.”

I slide my hand down to her pussy and tickle her clit. “Very good,” I say.

I circle her clit with my finger then slide it down to her hot opening. I want to make sure she’s ready for my girth. I slide in my middle finger. My god, she’s tight. I glide it in and out as her hips rise and fall to meet my rhythm. I add my ring finger and slowly slide them both in together, filling her.

“Oh… oh, my…” she pants.

She’s ready. So am I. I remove my fingers and move back up her body until my face is above hers.

“Here we go,” I say. “Spread your legs. Nice and wide.”

Her legs open up for me, her tight little pussy just ready for the taking. I guide my cock to her entrance. It’s perfectly hot and slick, but I know this is careful work. At least, this time.

I press in a little. She’s so tight around me I nearly come on the spot, but I hold back. I want this to be good. No. I want it to be fucking amazing. I slide in more until I reach a little barrier. I lock eyes with Sasha as I press on. With one smooth thrust, I glide all the way in. I watch her face but see no trace of pain.

Just pleasure.

“You’re mine now,” I breathe.

“Yes,” she says.

I slide back out until my tip is just about to exit, then I glide back in, nice and slow. She adjusts her hips to fit me in, her legs still spread, her heels high in the air. I pull her legs a little wider, then press in all the way. I glide in and out, mind-numbingly slow. Her warm center welcomes me home with each thrust.

She arches her hips against me, silently asking for more. I’m a little surprised, but why should I be? Sasha was made for this. I increase my pressure and push in with a little more force.

“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, lord, yes.”

Well, far be it from me, right?

I pick up my pace. I speed up my thrusts until we go from sex to fucking. My balls slap along her ass as she spreads her legs an inch wider to take more of me in.

“Talk dirty, like we do in the app,” I command.

“Fuck me, Mr. Knight. Fuck me as hard as you can. Slap my clit!”

My hand shoots down to give her little bean a nice slap as I fuck her. Our bodies writhe together as I glide in and out of her tight little hole. I rub my thumb all around her clit as I keep up my pace.

“Yes! Fuck! Me! Oh god!”

Her screams echo across the room. I thrust and thrust, and my own orgasm looms. I need her to finish first, so I can unload. I press my thumb into her clit and rub it nice and hard.

“Ahh!” she cries out. Her pussy pulses around my cock, and I can’t contain myself anymore. With one more glide, I come right along with her with a grunt.

I collapse on top of her, our bodies still joined as we fight to regain rational thought. I don’t want to think about anything beyond this moment. As my breathing calms, I slide out of her and cradle her in my arms. I’m instantly aware of how long it’s been since I’ve slept.

A wave of peace washes over me as I hold Sasha in my arms, sated and warm. Her breathing slows, but I have no idea if she’s fallen asleep or not. Before I go unconscious, I have only one thought

Mine.