Untamed (161 page)

I tear open the condom packet and pull it out. The strong smell of latex reaches my nostrils.

“You’re pretty big,” I say. We’re on his bed, and Pierce is lying beneath me, arms above his head, body looking hot as fuck.

“I am.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

His expression softens, and he puts his hands on my thighs. “Maybe a little at first.”

“Be gentle with me.”

My heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest, and my belly is on fire with anticipation. He cups my face, kisses me.

“Trust me, Pen.”

I grip his cock – I can’t even get my fingertips to touch my thumb – and begin to jerk him. He leans back and his eyes half-close, as I pump him. I don’t know even know if I’m doing it right, but it’s obvious he likes it and so I just keep going.

I can smell his musk, and I love it. It’s so intimate, so
him.
I don’t know if that’s weird or gross or whatever. All I know is that I like it. I lean over him as I jerk his cock, kiss him down his abs, inhaling his scent as I move toward his cock.

He gets onto his elbows, and his stomach muscles crunch. His snowy eyes look into mine. “Put the condom on.” I don’t miss that it’s a command.

I roll the condom down his cock, and am surprised to see it doesn’t reach all the way to the base. “Is that going to come off?” I ask.

“No, he says, and he reaches out and takes my hands, and I straddle him. The running shower has turned the luxurious bathroom into a steam bath. I can feel my sweat dripping down between my breasts, can feel the slickness on Pierce’s skin.

He puts a hand in between my legs and begins to touch me, and I moan as a finger dips into me, shiver as he brushes my clit. He’s smearing my wetness around, and then he grabs his dick and holds it upright by the base, and looks at me.

I swallow, and begin to lower myself onto him. He’s really wide, and when he’s at my entrance I gasp, because I realize I’m going to need to push down pretty hard to get him in.

“Fuck,” he groans as I lower myself more, and I feel his head slip inside me. I moan as my nerves are set on fire. He’s stretching me already, and in amongst the tantalizing sensation I feel is a hint of pain.

I lower myself farther onto him, and tremble as I feel him fill me up completely. I feel so full inside, it’s like I’m being touched everywhere, stretched.

“Shit,” I breathe, lowering myself until I’m sitting on him. He’s really deep inside me. I brush my hair from my eyes, and then put my hands on his chest. I can feel his hard muscle.

“God, Pen, you are tight,” he says, rubbing my thighs. “You feel amazing.”

I lean forward, and he pulls me down onto him, and he crushes his lips on mine. I kiss him back hard, and I moan loudly into his mouth as he begins to pull himself out of me.

“Oooh,” I sound, digging my nails into his chest. “Slower, Pierce.”

He withdraws his cock gradually, until it’s all the way out of me, and I feel this sudden emptiness so I press back on him. He slides into me easier this time, but I queef, and cover my mouth. He just grins, pulls my lips to his again.

He starts to fuck me, gently, slowly, and God if it isn’t the best feeling ever.

But I want to be in control, and so I sit up, put my hands on his hard, muscular chest, and begin to ride him. It takes me a little while to figure out the best way to do it, but then I’m rocking back and forth on him, plunging his manhood deep inside me while grinding my clit on his pubic bone, and fuck it’s amazing.