I cannot believe I am going to give this man everything I’ve saved for my husband. Saving my virginity wasn’t for exactly for religious reasons. I am a firm believer that purity is the best gift you can give your husband. At this point, I don’t know what tomorrow will bring obviously, but I do know all we have is in the here and now. But, damn if I don’t already want to be his wife.
“Fuck, Angel. I am going to love you so good.” He breathes.
I draw in a breath because surely, he only means to fuck me so good? God, how I wish it was love. This is insane. I literally just met this man.
He expertly backs me down the hallway towards the guest bedroom that we are apparently going to be sharing. The whole way he is whispering sexy things in my ear and giving me goosebumps. Once inside the room, I notice my hot pink hard-shell suitcase sitting next to his austere black one. I smile.
When I focus back on him, my hands automatically find the hem of his white tee shirt and I start lifting it over his head. Slowly, I let it dangle from my fingertips before dropping it to the floor. His muscles are more intimidating without his shirt on and I cannot resist running my fingers down his abs, while licking my lips.
His shirt is so big on me, it looks like a dress and you can’t see that I have something on under it. I kneel down before him and when I pop my eyes up to look at him, he has this look of awe on his face. I smile and reach up to open his belt and let his pants and boxers drop to the floor for him to step out of them. He had already taken his leather flip-flops off at the door in the kitchen because Carrie-Ann is weird about dirty floors.
His cock is huge. It is resting against his stomach, where I gently grab it and pull it down towards my face. The warmth from it is kind of inviting and now I might be crazed with lust. His thick cock is harder than I thought it would be with a bit of angry looking and purplish color at the tip. Licking my lips, I wrap them around the head. He groans, and his hands tangle in my hair, while pulling it a little bit as my mouth goes farther down his cock. I have decided I like a bite of pain. After a few minutes of me sloppily sucking him down my throat, he pulls me off of his cock. It looks obscene as it is covered with the wet sheen of my spit.
“Enough.” He says through clenched teeth, startling me.
“Did I do it wrong?” I ask as he pulls me to my feet and opens his shirt I am wearing, before he tosses it to the floor. Next, he slides the sleep shorts from me and I step out of them.
“Fuck no. But I am not coming anywhere but, in that pussy, until I’ve bred you.” Fuck. That makes me even wetter. “You on birth control?” He demands.
“No. There has never been a need to.” I reply, quietly.
“Good, Angel. Real good.”
Before I know it, I am tossed on the bed and my knees are up by my ears. He licks my pussy and then slides two fingers into me. The burn at being stretched is so pleasant that I crave more.
“Your juicy pussy is ready for me Angel. I am going to bury every single inch of this cock inside your sweet cunt.” His filthy words are going to kill me.
I should probably tell him that I am a virgin, but I can barely do more than moan. He drags the head of his cock through my wetness and taps it on my clit twice sending shivers down my spine, before slamming into me. Shit! That hurts, and I can’t help crying out. He stops and looks down at me without removing his cock but holding it still inside me as I get used to it. As the pain turns into a stinging sensation, my body starts to tell me it is ready to continue.
“Don’t stop. Please.” I beg.
“You are all fucking mine, Angel. I will never let you go.” He says as he really starts pumping into me.
“Don’t.” I manage to say. I am feeling overwhelmed in the best possible way.
He drops my legs and I instinctively put them around his waist, while he leans down until we are face to face. Our lips and tongues meet as they find one another, before he turns to slide his mouth down my neck. I feel him suck and bite the skin at my pulse point where his hand is loosely wrapped around my throat. He isn’t hurting me, but damn it’s hot. His left hand is digging into my hip and I know it’s going to leave bruises, but I have no problem with him leaving signs of his ownership all over my body. He then quickly grabs my hands and holds them, while I move my hips to match his movements. I have no choice but to arch my back as I come. He continues to fuck me through my orgasm and it triggers another one. He groans out “Portia” as he fills me with his warm seed. Thank God DJ’s room is across the house, because I am not quiet when I have sex. Who knew?
He gently pulls out of me and I miss him already. Since, we couldn’t wait the bed is still made and I am freezing without his warmth. I turn to hop off the bed and pull down my side of the covers. He joins me and turns his side down as well. I climb back in, but now I am sort of stiff. I have never slept with anyone and I don’t know what to do. Perry senses my hesitation and pulls me towards him. I snuggle up to him and lay my head on his chest.
“I drool in my sleep.” I say, feeling the need to warn him.
“I snore.” He says laughing.
“Good, we can be disgusting together.” I say, snuggling a little closer to him. His arm comes down around me with his long fingers caressing my hip and butt.
“I think we are beyond that now, Angel.”
I laugh, but I must fall asleep quickly because the next thing I know the alarm on my phone is going off. My eyes pop open and I remember I am meeting with Migan to discuss the possibility of my investing in her clothing line. I subtly wipe the drool from Perry’s chest and head into the in-suite bathroom to take care of my morning business and hop in the shower. While I am washing, Perry pulls the glass door open. I smile and accept the kiss he gives me.
“Where are you going Angel? I was looking forward to sliding inside your sweet pussy again. Are you sore?”
“I feel fantastic. Unfortunately, I have a business breakfast this morning. But, you can slide into me all you want when I get back.”
“Not now?” He asks with a mischievous grin.
“Maybe just a quick one.” I say.
I am surprised I was only ten minutes late to the diner where I am meeting Migan. Looking in the rear-view mirror, my eyes are sparkling, and my cheeks are flushed in a way that looks like I am wearing flawless makeup.
I can already tell Perry Gentry is going to be the best thing that has ever or will ever happen to me.