Chapter Thirty-Four

Bryn

The chicken was delicious, and so was the shrimp that Rio made me try. Everything about dinner was magical. I’d never been on a date, and he had made my first real date beautiful.

The ride back to the apartment, he didn’t say much, nor did he touch my leg. I worried something might be wrong, but one glance at his crotch told me it wasn’t anger keeping him silent. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to get some relief after seeing how hard he was.

My hand trembled as I unlocked the apartment door. Once the food had arrived, we had talked, and the sexual tension had eased. We’d eaten and had some champagne. It was the drive home when things had gotten intense. I stepped inside the house, and Rio pushed me in farther, then closed the door and locked it behind me.

I was going to ask him if he wanted something to drink when he picked me up and started walking back to my bedroom. His gaze was hard and intense. I held on to his arms until he put me back down in front of the bed.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

“My dress?” I asked.

“Take off the dress and panties. Leave the shoes on.”

He was unbuttoning his shirt, and it was already off before I even began.

I slipped my arms from the straps and let the dress fall to my waist. Rio stopped unbuckling his pants and was watching me. I had to shimmy to get the dress down over my hips and butt until it pooled at my feet. Rio began unzipping his pants, then slipped off his shoes while never taking his eyes from me.

“Panties,” he demanded.

I tugged them down until they, too, fell at my feet, and then I stepped out of my clothing.

Rio shoved off his pants, but his boxers remained.

He then knelt down in front of me and took my left foot, then removed my shoe. He did the same with my right foot.

“I could have taken them off,” I said, smiling down at him.

“Not when I’ve been thinking about it since you answered the door,” he replied, then stood back up.

“I’m going to lie on the bed, and you’re gonna sit on my face,” he said. “I need to lick that sweet pussy until it’s ready.”

“S-s-s-sit on your f-face?” I asked, terrified.

He grinned at my response. “Yes, baby. You hold on to the headboard and ride my face until you come. You’re in control of your orgasm. Just use my mouth to get off.”

Oh my God.

He lay back on my bed, and his erection was stretching the boxers until it was tented out in front. I climbed up on the bed and stopped to touch the tip of his penis.

“Don’t, or I’ll flip you over and sink into you now,” he warned me.

I lifted my gaze to look at him. “I told you, that’s what I want.”

He growled. “Get your pussy up here. I need you ready. It’s not easy for you the first time.”

I knew it was supposed to hurt and possibly bleed. I didn’t care. I liked pain with pleasure, it seemed. But I did as I had been told, and with my knees on each side of his head, I slowly lowered myself.

“That’s it, baby. I can smell you. Now, bring it here.” His hot breath tickled the inside of my thighs.

When his tongue flicked at me, I gave him more, no longer caring how strange this position seemed. His mouth was on me, and it felt wonderful. He began sucking my clit, and I did as he’d told me. I rode his mouth. His tongue sank inside me so deeply that I cried out louder than I ever had.

“B-b-bite me,” I pleaded.

He did it immediately, and I was so close. I could feel it building. My legs shook, and he moved one of his hands from my thigh to hold open my folds as he licked and sucked deeper.

“I-I-I’m c-c-c-coming!” I shouted, and he pulled my clit in to suck it just before he gave me one more bite.

My body went slack, and he moved me and somehow flipped me over onto my back with ease. My eyes fluttered open, and his boxers were off. He was rolling a condom down over his penis. He licked his lips.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he told me, brushing hair back from my face. “But I might lose it once I’m inside you.”

“Please, f-f-fuck me,” I pleaded, using a word that I knew would make him snap.

His eyes flared. “Damn it,” he cursed, and with one thrust of his hips, he was inside me.

It was a sharp pain, but mixed with the sensation of being completely stretched and filled, it was pleasurable.

He held still, his breathing ragged in my ear. “I gotta move, Bryn.”

I lifted my hips to encourage it, and he slid back, then pushed inside me again. Opening my legs wider, I moaned at how incredible it felt. I wanted more of that. He did it again and again. My cries got louder, as did my begging.

“Your pussy is so tight; it’s squeezing my dick,” he said in my ear. “This has to hurt you.”

“S-s-so g-g-good. M-more,” I managed to get out between my pants.

“You want it harder?” he asked.

I nodded my head.

He began moving faster, and his thrusts were harder. I clawed at him, pleading for more, and I was sure if he ever stopped, I would die. Nothing in my life had prepared me for how life-altering sex was. There was so much to feel, and my body was wild with trying to take it all.

“My pussy,” Rio said as the vein on his neck stood out, his face red. “Mine. This is mine. I took it. I own it,” he said as his pumping turned as frantic as I felt.

I wanted to scream, yes, it was his. If he promised to do this all the time, he would own me.

“Tell me it’s mine,” he said, looking down at me, then pressing a kiss to my lips.

“It’s y-y-yours.”

He growled, “All mine.”

It broke free inside of me then. The building that I had known was coming. The promise of pure ecstasy. I erupted and screamed his name.

I heard him shout my name as his body jerked against mine over and over.

When my world finally stopped spinning, Rio gathered me in his arms and pulled me to his chest. We were both gasping, and I could hear Rio’s rapid heartbeat under my ear as I lay on his chest.

He slowly ran his hand through my hair over and over.

My eyes grew heavy, and I was unable to stop from closing them. Just for a minute.