Tiernan
Rosa’s beautiful brown eyes hide behind two fine heavy slits as she purposely bites into her fat bottom lip, knowing full well what it does to me.
“I wasn’t done yet,” she utters, her voice so fucking needy, it’s a miracle my cock isn’t ten inches deep inside her yet.
“That’s not how this game works. I’ll tell you when you’re done.”
“So that’s it? School’s out?” she taunts, throwing my game back on my lap.
Like fuck it is.
But instead of saying those words, I just shake my head and get down to what I really need to know.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Why would I be on the pill?” she counters back in confusion.
“Doesn’t matter.”
It does since I’d like nothing more than to cum inside her sweet dripping cunt, but I guess cumming on her tits is a good runner-up.
Or her mouth.
Her flat, taut stomach.
Her ass.
The options are limitless.
My gaze trails over her body, making my mouth water, unsure where to start off first, much less finish. There is so much of her. So much skin. So much smoothness. So much soft.
Just… so much.
“Tiernan,” she breathes out, her hand gently caressing my cheek, pulling my attention away from her temptress body and back to her lovely face.
I hate how her just saying my name stirs something inside me.
Something possessive.
Something dark and far too fucking alluring.
But it’s the way she strokes her thumb over my stubbled cheek that really does me in.
“I told you that if you came to my room dressed like this, then you wouldn’t leave it until I’ve fucked your silhouette into my mattress. Those were my terms, and you decided to stay anyway. But you’re in luck. I’m feeling merciful tonight. I’ll let you leave if you’ve changed your mind again. I know how indecisive you can be.”
Instead of the scowl I expected to gain from her, all I get is another soft caress to my cheek, creating another spasm in my chest.
“I’m fine right here,” she whispers. “I want to learn. Teach me.”
Fuck me.
But how can I say no to that?
Especially when her pussy is soaking my bedsheets, needily rubbing against my aching cock.
While keeping my gaze fixed on hers, my hands begin to crawl down the sides of her body until they go to the hem of her flimsy see-through lingerie at its center.
“Don’t say that I didn’t give you an out.” I smirk, tugging gently at the material. “Once I’ve ripped this off you, there is no turning back.”
“I don’t want you to. This is what I want.”
“And what exactly is that?” I ask, giving the teddy another tug and making her breasts jiggle. “What do you want?”
She struggles forming her next words, but then lets out a soft exhale when she realizes she’s going to have to say them out loud if she wants me to start with her lesson.
“I want you to make love to me,” she confesses at last.
I don’t even try to hide my chuckle from her.
“Oh, acushla . If lovemaking is what you are looking for, then you sneaked into the wrong bedroom.”
Her brows pull together.
“Are you saying that you’re not going to have sex with me tonight?”
“Aye. Sex, yes. I’m perfectly capable of fucking you every which way ‘til Sunday. Figuratively and literally. Making love, as you put it, is not within my many capabilities.”
She mauls her lower lip, as if considering her options, making precum drip down the head of my cock.
“Very well. Then do that.”
“Do what?”
Her cheeks bloom a pretty shade of pink when she realizes the words I yearn to hear.
“Fuck me then.”
Damnú.
Fuck.
“Oh, I intend to, acushla . Thoroughly. Roughly. And repeatedly.”
Her breath catches in her throat as I rip the garment in half with one hard tug. My eyes wander up over her naked body, seeing her light brown nipples perk up at attention under my scrutinizing gaze. I lean my head down and pluck one between my teeth, giving it a good bite, making her back arch up from underneath me. I suck on it until she is a quivering mess of nerves, panting for breath, and on the verge of cumming just from me sucking on her pebbled bud. I only let go of her nipple to show its counterpart the same abusive treatment.
“Tiernan,” she croaks, her fingers latching on to my hair, weaving in between my locks and tugging on them to keep her tethered.
I release her nipple from my mouth with a loud pop and stare at her.
“Did I tell you that you could touch me?”
She shakes her head.
“Then put your arms above your head if you don’t want me to spank that fat ass of yours for misbehaving. You do what I say, when I say it. Is that understood?”
She gives me a small nod, holding her arms up and resting them on the pillow, nervously biting her bottom lip as she goes about it.
Fucking temptress.
“Enough of that,” I mumble, pissed. “From this point on, I’m the only one who gets to do that.”
And before she has time to ask me to explain, my mouth crushes onto hers, until my teeth have a good grip on her lower lip. I suck, tug, and bite at it, until I’m sure my teeth marks are permanently imprinted on her soft flesh. If she dares disobey me and decides to chew on her lip again without my say so, I want her to feel the half-crescent moons my teeth have left on it.
“Argh!” she wails, as I lick the seam of her lip where I drew a little blood.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth and grab her by her wrists, so she doesn’t move from her spot. She wiggles and thrashes under me as I take all the air from her lungs and suck it into mine. When her legs widen and wrap around my waist so she can rub her bare pussy on my cock, I don’t punish her for it. Instead, I just deepen our kiss until there isn’t one thought in her mind besides needing my cock inside her.
Unfortunately the kiss backfires on me, leaving me just as consumed with desire as she so obviously is, and when she wiggles just enough to have my crown firmly at her entrance, all my plans to torture her some more fly out the window.
I pull away from her lips, breathing hard and heavy like I’ve just run a fucking marathon instead of only giving my wife one simple, sinful kiss.
Rosa’s eyes are wide in alarm as my dick decides to inch inside her all on its own.
“Wait! Wait,” she bellows, her chest heaving up and down.
I’ve never been one for taking orders, but I do as she says and wait for her to catch her breath.
“Is it going to hurt?” she asks, her shy blush clawing at my control.
“Yes.”
I don’t see the need to beat around the bush or lie to her.
Most virgins cry bloody murder their first time. When I was a kid and hungry for pussy, I didn’t care who I was balls deep inside of, but it only took taking the virginity of a few Catholic girls that went to my high school to know that popping cherries wasn’t my kink. I quickly changed tactics and started fucking the teachers instead, leaving the inexperienced schoolgirls for some other asshole who could console them afterwards.
“How much?” she asks.
“On a scale of what?”
“I don’t know. On a scale of one to ten, I guess.”
“Eleven.”
“That’s reassuring,” she mumbles, her teeth instinctively going to her lip but then stopping halfway, thinking better of it.
Good girl.
“I’ll tell you what. Since I’m in such a benevolent mood, I can give you a choice. I can either go inch by inch until you’re used to my size, or I can rip off the band-aid in one go. Your choice.”
Again, she thinks hard on her decision before giving me an answer, like it’s some quiz she doesn’t want to fail. I wouldn’t mind her hesitation so much if her cunt clenching around my cock didn’t physically pain me.
“Rosa,” I mutter through gritted teeth in warning.
“Rip it off,” she blurts out.
“Are you sure?” The words stumble out of me before I have time to stop them.
Immediately I reprimand myself for the stupid-ass question.
Why the fuck should I care?
But instead of taking her first answer to heart and just fucking her raw in one go, I actually wait for her reply.
“I am.” She nods assuredly. “I only have one condition.”
To this, I arch a brow.
“You are hardly in a position to negotiate, acushla .” I grin, looking down to where my dick is connected to her pussy.
“I know. But I’m still asking.”
“Fine. I’ll indulge you, this once. What do you want?”
“I want to touch you.”
I frown.
“That isn’t part of the deal.”
“Again, I know. But I’m scared now. I just want to be able to hold on to something. Just to keep my bearings. Please .”
The vulnerable way she’s looking at me in this very moment strikes too much of a chord inside me. Up until now, Rosa has tried to mask such vulnerability from my eyes. For her to expose herself like this and let me have a full view of her fear is the reason why I concede to her wishes.
Or maybe I’m just getting soft in my old age.
I blame the latter.
“Fine.”
The relief that instantly blooms on her face makes her features look almost innocent. Trusting. It’s an aphrodisiac that I didn’t know could have such an effect on me. But as my cock swells painfully to its full extent, I can’t deny how looking at such trust in her eyes is tipping me over to the edge and making me want to fuck her even more.
Ever so carefully, she brings her arms down and places her delicate hands on my taut forearms. Her touch alone burns my already feverish skin, making me wish I hadn’t been so clouded by lust and just declined her request to touch me.
But it was that damn trust in her eyes that spurred me to offer some leniency.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, needing her to verbalize what I can see so clearly in her eyes.
“Yes.”
“You shouldn’t.”
“I know.”
I run my tongue over my front teeth, my pulse racing in my veins, prompting me to just fuck her already and be done with it. But it’s her goddamn fear of the unknown that has me hesitating. Instead of doing what every cell in my body demands and breaking her seal with one hard thrust, my hand trails down in between us and begins to play with her clit.
“What are you—”
“Shh, acushla . This will make it all the better. Trust me.”
Her tongue peeks out from between her parted lips as she lets out a sigh when my ministrations begin to have their desired effect. I lean down to her ear, nibbling on her lobe, as my fingers draw small circles on her sensitive nub.
“You’re fucking drenched, wife. I can smell you from here. How much does that greedy pussy want to get fucked?”
She starts to moan with every dirty word that falls out of my mouth, her nails sinking into my skin in tandem with my fingers quickening their pace.
“Such a perfect little slut. I bet you fooled everyone back in Mexico with your holier-than-thou air you like to flaunt so much, but you don’t fool me. You’re just another stupid cock-drunk whore who is only content when her cunt is filled to the hilt.”
Her eyes widen in utter outrage at my words, acting like she’s never been this insulted in her entire life, but the way her canal opens up for me, so that my cock can bury itself a little deeper inside her, tells me that my virgin bride likes every foul-mouthed word I throw at her.
“That’s it, acushla . Act like you’re not so fucking turned on right now that all it would take is your cunt swallowing my cock to have you seeing stars. You like me calling you my dirty little slut. You like it when I treat you like the insolent whore you are. Because that way you can justify in your head why your pussy is begging to be fucked by your greatest enemy.”
When her dripping cunt begins to clench around my dick, a tell-tale sign that she’s about to cum, I slap her pussy down hard, gaining another shocked glare from my pretty little innocent wife.
“You cum when I say you cum,” I grunt before biting her neck, making sure to leave my mark for every motherfucker out there to see who this fragile flower belongs to now.
“Argh!” she wails uncontrollably when I begin to play with her clit again.
This time I’m not gentle with my touch. I spit into my hand and use the saliva as lubricant to toy with her bundle of nerves. This only makes her pant out harder, shout incoherently, provoking the smug smirk on my face at witnessing how responsive she is to my touch. As if unimpressed with my cocky grin, her nails scratch at my forearms, making me hiss when I see she’s drawn blood.
“You’ve made me bleed, wife. Not many people can say they’ve had the honor. But I guess it’s only fair. Since I’m about to make you bleed all over my cock.”
“Virgen !” she yells in Spanish, while I’m coaxing out her first orgasm of the night.
“Not for long,” I grunt into her ear. “Cum, acushla . Cum on your husband’s dick like you want to.”
And just as her orgasm hits her, I thrust deep into her core, breaking her hymen and stealing the last remains of innocence she has been holding on to for long enough. Her loud wail of ecstasy merges with the hint of pain I’ve just inflicted on her. My lids close, and my breathing becomes shallow, as I try hard not to cum inside of her from just one thrust. A hard thing to accomplish since her cunt strangles my cock, intent on milking it dry.
She’s so fucking warm.
So tight and inviting that it takes inhuman effort on my part not to pound into her and cum.
“Tiernan,” she says softly, looking into my eyes with both tears of joy and misery. “Don’t stop. I can take it.”
Fuck.
“Such a greedy little slut. I’ve already stolen your prized possession, and still you want more.”
Instead of rising to my provocation, she lifts up her head a little until her teeth scrape over my stubble, her tongue following suit.
“It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would,” she whispers, placing chaste kisses on my neck, jaw, and cheek. “I can take it now. The worst is over, right?”
I stare into her eyes with a menacing grin on my lips.
“The worst hasn’t even started, acushla .”
And with those words, I pluck her hands off my shoulders and pin her down by the wrists like I wanted to. I bite hard into her neck again and start to repeatedly thrust into her, making sure she won’t be able to walk straight in the morning.
“Oh God!” she begins to yell in my ear, making me let go of her wrists so that one of my hands can cover her mouth.
My cock plunges into her pussy in unmerciful strokes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with each thrust.
“Look at you,” I hoarsely mumble in her ear. “You just lost your virginity, and already your pussy is stretched and begging for a beating. Is this what you wanted, wife? To be used like a fucking ragdoll for your husband to get off on?”
Her muffled cries are too muddled by my hand for me to understand what she’s saying. The only thing I make out is that she’s no longer speaking in English. Since I’m not fluent in Spanish, she could be speaking in tongues for all I know.
When I’m close to my own tipping point, I remove my hand from her mouth and kiss her, swallowing up all her loud moans. She tastes like the sweetest sin, her core constricting around my length, spurring blind spots to begin to blur my vision. The minute her eyes become two large saucers, surprised she’s cumming again, I bite down on her lip, just so I can fuck the orgasm out of her. Once I’ve made sure she’s ridden her high to its conclusion, I then quickly pull out and jerk my cock in my hand until spurts of my cum cover her stomach. Sitting back on my heels, I stare at my handiwork and frown.
Not wearing a condom was stupid.
But then again, she caught me by surprise.
Next time I’ll be better prepared.
When I feel her eyes on her belly, staring at my release, my frown disappears.
I rub my cum into her skin and then lift two fingers to her lips.
“Open your mouth,” I order.
Her eyelashes bat a mile a minute, but she obeys and parts that gorgeous mouth of hers open for me.
“Suck.”
She doesn’t put up a fight, which is a testament to how good a fuck I gave her. The small amount of time I’ve spent with my wife has taught me she lives to fight with me.
Her tongue wiggles around my fingers, licking them clean, her gaze once again going half-mast.
For a woman who has never had sex in her life, she sure as fuck knows how to play with a man’s heartstrings. If I had a heart, that is, then I’m sure I would have gotten on my knees to give her whatever she wanted, just to have her suck my cock as well as she is sucking my digits. My shaft instantly hardens with the idea, telling me it’s done waiting for the second round of tonight’s big event.
“Does that taste good?”
Under hooded eyes, she nods, her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment now that the full haze of lust has lifted somewhat.
“Good. Get accustomed to it. Because my cum will now be your breakfast, lunch, and dinner until I say otherwise.”
Her flushed cheeks only increase in color when I pop my fingers from her mouth.
I get off the bed and put my arms under her limp body to lift her up.
“Where are we going?” she asks, startled, wrapping her arms around my neck, afraid I might drop her.
“I’m going to give you a bath to get you nice and clean, wife. But don’t you worry. You won’t remain that way for long. Or do you want to end tonight’s lesson here?” I arch a brow.
She shakes her head and then cradles it into the crook of my neck.
“I told you I want to learn,” she whispers, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at how fucking trusting she’s being right now.
I could do whatever I wanted to her at this very moment, and she’d let me.
It’s as much a turn-on as it is aggravating.
But instead of revealing my thoughts to her, all I do is tip her chin up with my knuckles and stare into her warm earthy-brown gaze.
“Be careful what you wish for. Some lessons you can’t take back once you’ve learned them.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“You should be.”
The next morning, I wake up with strands of hair in my mouth. I brush them away, my eyes landing on the woman lying beside me, blissfully asleep, using my chest as a pillow.
I replay in my head all the things I did to her body last night, my cock hardening at reclaiming my wife again this morning.
“Good morning,” she coos, her voice dripping like molasses.
“Hmm.”
She raises her head and places her chin on my pec to look at me. I brush away the errant locks that keep straying to her face and gently tug them behind her ear.
“I must have fallen asleep after the second shower we took,” she says shyly.
To my cock’s bitter disappointment, she did.
After I had my way with her against the bathroom vanity after our bath, and put her on her knees so I could cum on her breasts, I had no alternative but to give her a shower. Of course, I didn’t waste the opportunity and fucked her from behind, but that last fuck took its toll on her, and before I had her wrapped up in a towel, she was already half asleep in my arms.
“Did you sleep well last night?” she asks, tracing the Kelly family crest tattoo I have on my chest with the pad of her finger.
“One thing you have to learn about me is that I don’t do small talk in the morning. I don’t do small talk, period.”
“Then what do you do in the morning?” she asks innocently, as if last night’s sex-fest didn’t give her any clues.
I gently run my knuckles up and down her bare back until her skin breaks out in goosebumps.
“It all depends,” I reply.
“On what?”
“On whether or not I have a beautiful woman lying naked beside me in bed.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” she preens, as if no one has ever uttered those words to her before.
Instead of stroking her nonexistent ego, I ask her a more pressing question. One that me and my cock are both far more interested in.
“How sore are you?”
Like clockwork her cheeks blush crimson.
“I’m okay.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“A little sore.”
My frown is instant.
“Why?” she asks curiously, pulling her finger away from my tattoo in favor of running it over my frowning lips.
I slap her finger away with more force than was needed and grip her wrist in my hand.
Her eyes widen in alarm, her whole body going tense at my knee-jerk reaction.
To soften the blow, I pull her wrist to my lips and press a tender kiss on its inside. This makes her melt into my body, as if the silent apology is enough for her.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” I tell her in earnest.
“You don’t.”
I arch my brow calling bullshit on that statement.
“Okay, you do. But just not now. Not after well… you know.”
“You mean after we fucked?”
“Yeah. After that.” She blushes again, and I think a part of me is becoming a full-fledged junkie when it comes to her shy smiles and flushed cheeks.
It’s fucking addicting.
So much so that I want all of them just for me. Not wanting to think too hard on why that is or run the risk of getting angry so early in the morning, I turn her over to lie on her back until my body is looming on top of hers.
“How sore are you?” I repeat.
“On a scale of one to ten?” she teases.
“Aye.”
“Eleven.”
“That bad, huh? Shame. I was hoping to school you some more before we went to church this morning.”
“You’re coming with me?” she asks, surprised.
“Do you not want me to?” Her bewilderment chafes at my resolve to escort her.
“No. I do. Thank you,” she replies with such sincere gratitude that for a moment I’m at a loss for words.
“Don’t thank me yet,” I groan once I’ve recollected myself. “And if you really want to thank me, then I can think of better ways to do it.”
“Such as?”
I smirk at the way she tries hard not to bite her lip as she gazes into my eyes. Using my knee to push her thighs apart, I crawl down her body until her delectable pussy is a hair’s breadth away from my mouth.
“Let me show you.”
“You mean, teach me,” she taunts, twirling a lock of my hair with her finger.
I slap her pussy, eliciting a loud shriek from her.
“Lesson number one. Never interrupt me when I’m about to have my breakfast. Now open your legs and put them on my shoulders. I’m a sloppy eater.”
The sound of her giggle dies the minute my tongue laps at her slit.
The woman is too fucking sweet, inside and out. I’m pretty sure I’ll become a diabetic in no time with her around.
“Look at me,” I order between licks.
“Okay,” she mumbles breathlessly.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum until I say so. Understood?”
She nods shyly, only amping up my determination to eat her out like no man has ever gone down on a woman before.
And like the good girl she is, she only cums when I order her to.