Chapter 5

Keagan

Everything about Dana is so much fucking better than I always imagined it to be.

Her tongue is hot and slick when I taste her. Sweet. Her lips are soft. Dana is a fucking amazing kisser. She’s had a lot of practice, from what I can tell. Or maybe she’s just a natural.

I like the latter idea better. The first makes me feel a possessiveness that I don’t understand.

When I start taking off her clothes, she lets me. My cock throbs in my pants. I’m so hard, I can barely restrain myself. I ache for her. I want to rip her clothes right off her body.

All I can think about is getting her naked and underneath me so I can finally fuck her, hard and fast like I’ve fantasized about a million fucking times.

When I peel away her clothes bit by bit, her body is revealed, and it’s even better than in my fantasies. Her tits are just a little bigger than I can cup in my hand. I unclasp her bra and pull it off her shoulders. Dana arches her back, pushing out her chest. Her nipples are dark and rosy, and the rest of her body is covered with smooth, milky skin.

Fuck.

I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth. She moans softly when I do, and the sound tugs at my core, my cock twitching in response.

Her nipple is erect in my mouth, a little nub that I flick my tongue over. I massage her other tit with my hand, finding the nipple and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger.

I’m grinding my cock against her leg, dry humping her. Jesus. But I can’t fucking help myself. I can’t contain myself. She’s making me lose control.

Dana pulls my shirt up, and I stop long enough for her to pull it over my head and toss it aside. Her hands slide onto my back, and she curls her fingers so her nails graze me. I groan, a new wave of lust flowing through me.

Fuck, is this really happening?

With a guttural moan, I wrap my arm around her lower back and pull her toward me so she moves away from the boxes.

She lies down on the carpet. Exactly what I wanted. I unbutton her jeans, unzip them, and pull them down. She’s wearing a lace G-string. Her legs are long and smooth. When I tug at her panties, her scent reaches my nostrils. The smell of her sex tugs at my cock, and I’m overpowered by lust.

I rip the panties down her legs, and then she’s completely bare in front of me.

Holy fucking hell. She’s like a fucking angel. Better than I ever imagined.

When I look at her face, her lips are parted, and her pupils are dilated. Her chest rises and falls with her breath. She’s a vision, a goddess, lying in front of me without any reserve.

I have to have her. I crave her. Fucking need her. Like my whole fucking existence hinges on it.

I put my hand on her neck and slide it slowly down her breastbone. She arches her back and trembles when I do. I slide my hand down further, over her abdomen to the apex of her thighs. I touch her between her legs, and she gasps. She opens her legs for me a little, and I slip my fingers into her slit. She gasps again.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I say.

“I know,” she whispers, her eyes wide as if he can’t believe we’re doing this, but so full of lust that it’s clear she doesn’t want me to stop.

Good.

I can smell her. The sweet scent drives me crazy. I slide my fingers up and down her slit. She jerks whenever I slide over her clit, and it’s all I can do not to drive my cock into her, balls deep, right this fucking second.

She reaches for my jeans and tugs at the buckle, managing to undo it with one hand. When she has my pants undone, she pulls them open and pulls down my boxer briefs, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. She pulls me free from my underwear to have easier access and slides her hand down and back up.

I lean over and kiss her again. My tongue slides into her mouth, and she kisses me back. Her hand slides up and down my cock, and she’s making it hard for me to concentrate on what I’m doing to her. I slide my hand down and push a finger into her. She gasps against my lips.

I pump my finger in and out of her. She’s so wet, I slip in and out with ease. After a few strokes, I add another finger. She opens her legs wider to give me more access, and I pump my hand faster, sliding my fingers in and out of her.

Her hand pumps up and down faster on my cock, and it’s getting hard to think. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Her fingers are fucking magic. I move my hips, bucking with her as she jacks me off.

I lean my bare chest onto her, feeling her tits against my overheated skin. Her nipples are hard. I move my head to her neck and kiss and lick her, nibbling on the skin a bit.

I can feel an orgasm building slowly, my balls tightening. If I want to carry this through to actually fucking her, and God knows that’s exactly what I fucking want, she has to stop. Like right the fuck now.

“Stop, baby,” I whisper hoarsely in her ear. “You’re going to make me come before we do anything.”

She stops moving, resting her hand on my cock.

“God, I want to fuck you so badly,” I say in her ear. She rolls onto her side a little, pressing her pussy harder against my hand.

“How badly do you want me?” she asks.

I groan. “You have no idea,” I say in a throaty voice. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years.”

She gasps, and I can’t tell if it’s because of my words or what I’m doing with my fingers.

“You’re still wearing your boxers,” she says.

I stop fingering her and nod. I roll away from her and work my pants and my boxers down my legs before I kick them away. I’m naked and hard, my cock straining, eager for her.

“Tell me what you want,” I say to her.

Her blue eyes are big and boring into mine, her lips parted. She licks them with that soft pink tongue, and I swallow hard. I reach for her mouth, pressing my fingers against her lower lips. She dips her chin, taking a finger into her mouth and sucking on the tip of it. Her mouth is hot and wet around my finger, and I can just imagine her doing it to my cock.

Jesus Christ. I groan.

“Tell me what you want,” I order again. I want to hear her say it. I want her to say the words I’ve wanted to hear from her for as long as I can remember.

She lets go of my finger.

“I want you to fuck me, Keagan,” she says, her voice strong and sure. Holy hell. My name in her mouth as she tells to fuck her sounds sexy as fuck.

“God, I want you, too,” I say.

I roll onto her. Her thighs fall open for me, and I position myself between them. I press my head against her entrance.

“You’re sure?” I ask in a moment of clarity, where my conscience gets the better for me.

Shit. Why do I have to go and be all chivalrous now of all times? What if she changes her mind?

She arches her back and closes her eyes.

“Just do it, Keagan. God, you’re driving me crazy.”

Thank fuck. I grin.

“Do what?” I want to hear her say it again.

“Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice.

I’ve waited my whole fucking life to hear her beg me to fuck her. And here it is. The moment I’ve dreamed of for as long as I’ve known what it meant to want to fuck. She’s been the one I’ve always wanted and could never have.

And she’s begging me, arching her hips toward my cock, her soaked pussy opening for me.

I smile and push my cock into her, so fucking slowly I can barely stand it. I groan as I continue to slide into her.

Fuck. She’s so wet.

She gasps and moans, her pussy clamping and massaging my cock as I fill her. Until I’m in to the hilt. Balls deep. She’s so fucking tight, it’s all I can do not to come right away.

“Fuck, Dana, you’re tight like a virgin,” I say.

She smiles at me and bites her lip in a teasing way that’s sexy as hell. “Maybe you’re just a big boy.”

There’s nothing like a woman stroking a man’s ego the way she’s doing right now. I shut my mouth and pull out so just the tip is inside her, before I push into her again. Harder this time.

She cries out. I do it again, pulling out and pushing back into her. She moans again, and I pick up my pace, pushing and pulling, thrusting harder and harder. Faster and faster.

Her tits jiggle whenever I slam into her, and her moans and gasps match my rhythm.

I fuck her harder and harder, thrusting into her before I pull out. She cries out, her moans echoing through the almost empty house.

This is like everything I’ve ever fantasized about, but a million fucking times better. Her face is orgasmic, her tits are a vision, her body is perfect, and she feels better than anything I could ever have imagined. She sure as shit feels a lot better than my hand always did when I fantasized about fucking her like this.

I pound into her like a jackhammer, and she’s moaning, and I swear I’m stuck in a goddamn dream. This is too good to be true.

Her body is pinned beneath mine. I lean forward, lying on top of her, bracing my weight with my elbows on either side of her head. I feel her tits press against my chest. Her breath is hard and rhythmic in my ear, in time with our fucking. I take her earlobe between my teeth, and she shudders beneath me.

“Keagan,” she says in a breathy voice, and I smile.

It’s not a scream, but my name is on her lips and she sounds like a fucking angel. I’ve fantasized about this countless nights on end, my fingers wrapped around my own dick, coming so fucking hard at the mere thought.

Now that it’s happening, it takes everything just to hold back my own orgasm. I want to come, to fill her up with my hot, milky cream.

I push up again, making space between us. I glance down at her tits before looking at my cock entering her and pulling out again. I’m slick with her juices, and the sight of her hips splayed out for me is fucking unreal.

I balance on one arm, pulling my knee up a bit to keep my balance as I keep thrusting and slide my hands between our merging bodies. I find her clit with my thumb. When I do, she gasps, and her eyes shoot open, finding mine.

I rub her clit in circles as best I can. My rhythm is a little frantic because of me pumping into her, needing to feel her come, her pussy clench around my cock. She opens her mouth, and she’s gasping and moaning, so I’m doing something right.

She’s moving closer and closer to the edge. I can see it by the way her eyes roll back in her head. Her lips are parted, and she’s moaning and whimpering louder now. My name is on her lips again, and it’s enough to push me over the edge as well.

I don’t, though. I’m proud my self-control. I want to keep fucking her as long as I can. I want my cock buried deep inside her for fucking ever.

Dana’s hands are on my shoulders, and she slides one had up to my neck and then my cheeks. She touches my face; her eyes are on mine, and I’m struggling to read the expression on her face. Other than pure erotic bliss, of course.

She licks her lips and swallows before she opens her mouth again, continuing to breathe hard. I slow my pace right down, letting her focus on what I’m doing to her clit.

She produces a throaty groan, and I feel her walls twitch, a precursor to an orgasm where her body will clench down on mine and milk my cock for all it’s worth.

I torture her for a while, slowly moving in and out of her body, drawing circles around her clit, pushing her to the limit. The change in pace allows me to gain control over my own orgasm as well.

Dana moves her hands onto my chest and feels my pecs. I work out every morning, and I know I have the body of a fucking model. I know that I look good.

She bites her lip again, and I grin. Her hands slide down my abs and onto my ribs, and I flinch. She slides her hands onto my back and pulls against me. Her legs wrap around my hips.

She wants more. She wants me to pick up my pace, to ram into her again, harder and harder. Her eagerness is intoxicating.

And who am I to say no?

I let go of her clit and pick up my pace again, pumping into her. My hips pound against her, burying my cock inside her wetness again and again.

My balls slap against her ass, and the sound of our sex fills the room, providing the soundtrack for the night.