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  “Jenson.” My name is like a prayer on her lips. A promise.

  I circle her clit, pre-cum dripping from my tip, coating her little button. A vision of her pussy coated in my cum has me nearly spending on her like a teenager. My eyes find hers as I press my cock to her entrance. She looks up at me through heavily lidded eyes filled with both desire and apprehension.

  “I’m going to fuck this little virgin pussy now. I’m not wearing a condom. I need you bare. I need to feel all of you as I make you mine,” I growl.

  I swear I meant to ask for permission, but the bastard in me couldn’t—wouldn’t—give her the chance to turn me away. Still, I wait a heartbeat, then two. When she makes no move to deny me, I plunge into her virgin pussy, popping her sweet cherry.

  Her eyes widen and her breath catches on a scream. Buried to the hilt, I wait for her to adjust, even though it kills me to not move. I want to rut into her virgin channel like an animal. I want to fill her up with my cum and mark her as mine. A vision of her belly rounded with my child flits through my mind and I can’t hold back any longer.

  Slowly, I pull my cock from her tightness, then plunge back into her. “Fuck, so fucking tight,” I groan. “So good.”

  I thrust into her again and again, riding her harder than I should, but not finding the willpower to stop. Reaching between our bodies, I rub her swollen clit with my thumb as I fuck her.

  “Oh, J… Jenson,” she cries out breathlessly. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds onto me. “Please, please,” she begs.

  “Please what?”

  “I’m so close.”

  And she is, her tight little pussy is gripping me like a vise. The pleasure is almost unbearable. I rub her clit in quick, tight circles as I pound into her. Within moments she is crying out her release, her pussy milking me over and over as her orgasm burns hot through her body.

  “That’s it, beautiful. Come on my cock.” Thrust. “I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my cum.” Thrust. “Fucking tight little pussy.”

  I bury myself balls deep as my cock erupts. Spurt after spurt of hot cum fills her. Another flash of her heavy with my child has me thrusting into her one last time, pushing my cum as deep as I can get it. It’s irrational, stupid even, but the idea of making her mine permanently is too much to resist.

  3

  Dylan

  Holy shit.

  I just made love to Jenson Johns.

  Well, okay, it was more like Jenson fucked me. The point is we did it. It happened!

  I’ve been wishing for this moment for what feels like forever and now that it’s here and I have no idea what to do next.

  Oh my God.

  Jenson is still buried deep inside me and looking down at me with the strangest expression on his face. Lazily, he moves his hips, drawing out the euphoric sensations. The movement produces a wet sound that causes me to flush with embarrassment. I can feel our mutual releases dripping down my butt and coating my thighs. I must make a face, because his look turns to one of consternation.

  Finally, he pulls back. His cock slips from me, leaving an uncomfortable empty feeling behind. He falls to his side, pulling me with him until my head is cradled on his chest and his arms are wrapped around me, holding me close. He drops a kiss to the top of my head, and my heart constricts with the sweet gesture. We lay in silence for long minutes, so long that when he finally asks if I’m okay, I jump at the sound.

  His chest vibrates with laughter. “Skittish as a kitten.”

  It’s true, I startle easily, always have. People find it hilarious to purposefully scare me. Assholes. Kids can be cruel and as soon as they find a weakness they latch on to it like a dog with a bone. I was an easy target until Jackie came to my rescue. Her friendship was a saving grace.

  Oh no, Jackie!

  What is she going to think about this? The repercussions of our actions start to weigh down on me. Will our friendship be over? What will her parents do? Oh God, Mr. and Mrs. Johns are going to kick me out.

  Silently, I lay here freaking out while Jenson lazily draws patterns across my bare hip with his fingertips. How could I be so stupid? The ringing of Jenson’s cellphone breaks through my inner turmoil. He curses as he slides from underneath me to retrieve his phone from his abandoned jeans.

  “What?” He barks into the phone. His terse tone causes me to jump again. His eyes soften in apology, but when he responds to whoever is on the other side of the line, his tone reflects his annoyance. “I’ll be right fucking there. No, I’ll handle it.”

  Without saying goodbye, he hangs up and tosses the phone on the foot of the bed.

  “Everything okay?” I ask quietly. I hold my breath; almost fearful he’s going to lash out at me like he did the person on the phone, but he doesn’t answer. He bends down to grab his clothes, hastily dressing while I look on in confusion. He grabs his phone, then turns to the door to leave. As if he suddenly remembers I’m here, he stops abruptly, turning to face me again.

  “Stay put.”

  “Um, I think… maybe…” Before I can get any more words out, he is on me. Fingers buried in my hair, lips a hard press against mine as he kisses me with desperate possession.

  “Don’t think, just stay. I’ll be back soon. Stay.”

  I simply nod. What other choice could I make when he went from barking a command to practically begging? He smiles one of those devilishly handsome smiles of his. Another quick press of his lips to mine, then he’s gone.

  I collapse back onto the pillows, wondering what the hell just happened. I’m not sure how much time passes before I eventually give in to sleep.

  * * *

  I slowly come awake, stretching the kinks out of my sore muscles. The ache between my legs brings a smile to my face.

  Jenson!

  I sit up in bed and look around the room for any sign that he came home, but everything is as it was when I fell into an exhausted sleep last night. My heart clenches. What if he didn’t come back because he regrets what we did? What if he stayed gone because of me? Or worse, what if he came home and saw me in his room still and left again? I shift uncomfortably on the bed wondering what I should do now.

  One part of me says I’m crazy. That I need to have faith that Jenson meant what he said when he told me to stay and that I was his. Then there’s the part of me that says I should leave. The ugly voice inside my head whispers that he was using me. That I was nothing but a conquest. That if I’m still here when he comes back, he’ll just kick me out. That I should leave before I make an even bigger fool of myself.

  Gathering my wits, I look for my discarded clothes. I find my shirt and make to retrieve it when my eyes catch on the red blotch marring the pristine white sheets. Frozen, I stare at the spot. The ugly voice in my head starts up again and in a fit of panic I start tearing the sheets from the bed. Just as I get them loose, the door swings open behind me. I jump and cry out as I fist the dirty sheets to my chest.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jenson’s angry voice fills the air.

  “I…”

  “I told you to stay here, in my bed, and wait,” he growls, stalking toward me.

  I pull the sheets in closer, uncomfortable in my nakedness. He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. “Don’t fucking hide yourself from me. You are mine.”

  “S… sorry,” I stammer as the sheet is ripped from my arms and tossed to the floor. In the next second I’m wrapped in Jenson’s strong arms and his lips are eating at mine like a starving man given his first meal in weeks.

  I’m stiff in his arms, my body locked in confusion as my brain tries to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions swirling around inside me. Jenson growls into my lips when he realizes I’m not responding. Strong fingers trail down my cheek and jaw as his kiss changes from desperate to tender. My focus is torn between his kisses and the fiery trail of possession his hand is taking. I never realized how powerful a simple touch could be.


  Slowly, my tension slips away as his touch wins out. Desire races through my body as I kiss him back. Our tongues slide against each other, a firm pressure that steals my breath and heats my blood to boiling. My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull at the strands. Part of me is pulling him away, the other part pulling him closer. When his big hands grip my ass and he lifts me bodily, I wrap myself around him.

  His mouth plunders mine and his arms hold me to him as if he’s afraid I’ll get away from him and disappear. My head spins as he continues to steal my breath, but then his lips are sucking at my neck and his teeth are scoring along my clavicle giving my lungs a chance to catch up.

  “You can’t leave me.” His voice is hoarse; rough with desire, torn with some unknown emotion. “You. Are. Mine,” he declares, each word punctuated by a searing hot kiss.

  I pull away from his lips, resting my forehead against his. My mind is one big jumble of confusion. Why did he leave me last night? Where did he go? Why didn’t he come home? And most importantly, why me?

  His hand cups my cheek, icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Don’t do that, beautiful girl. Don’t question this, I can see you overthinking things. You are mine. I’m sorry I was gone for so long. I had a problem at the club and had to take care of it. I should’ve called you.”

  He follows his words with a kiss. It’s achingly sweet and completely drugging. Each press of his lips or swipe of his tongue convinces me that I truly am his. They comfort me and erase my doubts.

  He lowers me to my feet, pressing a kiss to the top of my head before walking into the en-suite bathroom. Tears prick my eyes at his tenderness. Yesterday, all of this was just a fantasy. Now that it’s a reality, I’m not sure what to do with it. The way he so resolutely stated that I’m his makes me want to profess my love and devotion to him, but I can’t. If this is just a game to him, I couldn’t survive it if I open up my heart to him just to be discarded later on.

  A hot tear slips down my cheek and I quickly dash it away, angry at myself for not basking in the knowledge that Jenson might feel the same way about me. I hear the shower kick on and I release a shuddering breath as I try to pull myself together. I can’t leave this room a mess. It’ll be hard enough explaining things away if I’m caught sneaking out, but explaining away tears on top of that?

  Impossible.

  Another traitorous tear falls and I dash it away, too. I’m about thirty seconds from giving up on holding myself together when Jenson stalks back into the room naked. He takes me in slowly. The sight of my lip tightly pinched between my teeth and the tear tracking down my cheek, has him crossing the room quickly to console me.

  “Baby, don’t cry.” Scooping me up in his arms he carries me into the bathroom and straight into the shower. He sets me down under the hot spray, then pulls me in close to his chest. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I’m sorry.”

  I have no clue what he’s apologizing for, but somehow it gives me permission to give in to my irrational tears. I cling to him as I cry while he simply holds me. Once I’ve calmed he pulls away just enough to grab the shampoo and then proceeds to wash and condition my hair. By the time he’s done, my emotional turmoil has settled some and my bones are made of jelly. I’m so relaxed I could easily melt into a puddle. That is, until his very talented hands start soaping up my body. Even though it’s obvious he’s not purposefully making it sexual, I can’t help but respond. The hard length of his cock pressed between us shows he’s not unaffected either.

  Grabbing the soap, I let my hands roam over his body as I explore. His breath catches when I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking it boldly. My hands may be brave, but my cheeks are flushed and my eyes meet his shyly. Jenson’s lips part and his eyes close as he loses himself to my touch. The pleasure on his face makes me lose my inhibitions and I find myself sliding to my knees. Now that I’m on my knees in front of him I can really appreciate his size—at least ten inches—how he ever fit inside me I’ll never know.

  I’m not sure where to begin. I’ve watched porn before so I know how this works, but putting it to the test is kind of intimidating. What if I do it wrong? Oh well, in for a penny in for a pound, right?

  Before I can talk myself out of it, I wrap my lips around his cock and push him to the back of my throat… and then I gag.

  Oh my God.

  I can’t believe I already messed up when I’ve only just started. How embarrassing. He slips from between my lips and what I should do next alludes me because obviously I suck at, well, sucking.

  That train of thought is completely derailed when Jenson’s fingers grip my wet locks.

  “Fuck me, baby. That was hot. Is my naughty girl going to suck my cock?” He practically growls.

  Wait, what?

  I blink up at him in confusion, but decide to give him what he obviously wants despite my fumbling attempt. Instead of taking him fully into my mouth, this time I lick and kiss his length. Getting to know every hot inch of the silky, soft skin covering the hard steel beneath. Remembering an article I read once in a magazine, I cup his balls in my hand and gently massage them as I flick my tongue over and around the head of his cock.

  A pearly drop of pre-cum leaks from his tip and I lick it away. The taste is not exactly what I was expecting. It’s salty and a bit bitter. Not unappealing, yet definitely an acquired taste.

  “Such a little cock tease,” Jenson reprimands. “Take me in your mouth. Suck me down, pretty girl.”

  My pussy pulses with pleasure at his dirty words. Lord have mercy. Who knew such vulgar talk could be such a huge turn on?

  Spreading my lips, I take him into my mouth slowly this time. First, sucking on the head, rubbing my tongue along the spongey softness just below the head before pushing him deeper. His hand tenses in my hair and his body is like a coiled snake ready to snap. He’s barely holding on to his control and I feel ten feet tall knowing I’m the one who is driving him crazy.

  “So, good,” Jenson praises. His hand cups my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. “Look at me.”

  I instantly obey, my eyes meeting his as I continue to lick and suck him. I can’t help but wonder what I look like down on my knees with my mouth stuffed full of his cock. My nipples are so hard they ache. My pussy is drenched and needy. I feel sexy. I feel like his dirty girl and I love it.

  Desperate to make this good for him, I take him deep into my mouth until he triggers my gag reflex again. Frustrated, I try again, once again gagging around his cock.

  “Holy fuck baby. You want to deep throat this cock? Take me deep and swallow around the head.”

  I do as he says, sucking him as far as I can and swallowing around him as he hits the back of my throat overriding my gag reflex. With a mental fist pump, I do it again. This time I look up at him taking in his posture; legs spread wide, hand cupping my face, head thrown back in pleasure. Overwhelmed with need, I slip my fingers between my slick folds, circling my clit. I moan around his cock drawing his attention back to me.

  He smirks at me knowingly. “Are you touching what’s mine?”

  I tap against my clit with the pads of my fingers and bob my head on his cock in response. My pussy is clenching around nothing—empty and aching to be filled. I push two fingers deep, rocking back and fucking myself.

  “Bad girl, touching what belongs to only me.” He grips my hair tightly. Tiny pricks of pain spring to life and my pussy clenches at the sensation. “Open that sexy mouth wider so I can fuck your face.”

  I hardly have time to comprehend what he’s said when his hips flick forward and his cock is deep in my throat. I try swallow around him, but the movement is both too hard and too fast. I gag and he quickly pulls back, his cock falling from between my lips as he looks down at me with concern.

  I smile up at him. “It’s okay, Jenson. I want to try.”

  Holding eye contact, I flick my tongue against the tip of his cock, licking and teasing his length. His eyes darken with need and his hand tightens in my hair again. I can’
t help the cheeky smile that spreads across my face knowing that I’m driving him crazy.

  “Open,” he commands.

  I part my lips and take his length into my mouth. He pumps his hips slowly, thrusting shallowly into my mouth. I regain control of my senses and this time, I’m prepared when he buries himself in my throat again. I swallow around him, rubbing the underside of his cock with my tongue as I do.

  He talks the whole time I work his length—dirty words and phrases that have my fingers finding my clit again.

  Look at my little cock tease.

  I rub fierce circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, desperate for release.

  So pretty with those lips wrapped around me.

  I bury two fingers deep inside my dripping slit, rubbing my clit against the palm of my hand as I try to fill the void.

  That’s it, fuck your fingers. Come all over your hand.

  I’m so close, riding the edge of pleasure.

  Going to come down this pretty little throat. Pinch your clit and come for me.

  I scream out my pleasure around his cock as my orgasm overwhelms me. My cries of pleasure are cut off when he buries himself deep in my mouth and he releases thick ropes of cum down my throat. I swallow him down, desperate to not lose a drop. His hands drop from my hair and I pull away from his cock, releasing it with a pop. I lick my lips, a pleased smile on my face.

  Jenson returns my smile and pulls me to my feet. His mouth finds mine as he turns the now cold water off. He wraps a towel around his waist, then gently towels me dry. A complete contrast to how he just roughly handled me in the shower. At first, I was nervous, but I ended up loving it. I loved giving up control and letting him take his pleasure from me. It was such a turn on and I’ve never come so hard by my own hand in my life, I shiver at the memory.

  “Cold?”

  “Hmm.”

  Jenson chuckles at my non-response. I try my best to stifle a yawn, but it doesn’t work. Suddenly I feel exhausted.