The Bet: A Bully Romance(49)

“Remmy.” She lets out a frustrated sigh as I skim over her slit, one last time, before slipping the tip of my tongue between her folds.

As soon as my tongue flicks against her diamond hard clit, she gasps, her hands flying into my hair. She tugs at the soft strands urging me to give her more and as badly as I want her, to taste her release on my tongue, I give in.

I circle her clit, flicking against the nub, alternating between flicks and sucking on it, till I feel her thighs quake. She’s so wet, so fucking warm. My hands move on their own, one to her hip to hold her in place, while I take the other and swirl a finger through her arousal. I coat the thick digit in her sweet syrup, before moving it to her entrance.

I’m panting, burning with need when I slip inside, watching as her face morphs into pure angelic fucking pleasure. I’ve never seen something so intoxicating, so perfect in my life.

“God… oh….” she pants and I pump that finger in and out of her while keeping pressure against her clit. Her hips buck, and I feel her pussy tightening, her core squeezing my finger so tight, my chest heaves, my eyes close for a brief second. Fuck, she’s so tight, I worry for a moment that I might not fit. I don’t want to fucking hurt her, but there is no way in hell I’m not claiming that part of her. Her virginity is mine, all fucking mine.

“Come, Jules, come on my fucking hand. Make that pretty pussy squeeze me,” I order, my voice rumbling against her core as I flick my tongue against the hard bud while continuing to finger fuck her. Two more soft thrusts inside her and she’s coming, her body shaking, tremors of pleasure washing over her.

Her forehead is sweaty and her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath. A beautiful flush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks and I continue to pump in and out of her, extending her pleasure until her body stops trembling and she sinks back down into the mattress.

“That was…” she gasps.

“Amazing? Earth shattering?” I grin, and move off the bed, undoing my jeans and shoving them and my boxers down in one swoop. My cock juts out, standing proud and when I lift my gaze to Jules, I see both fear and excitement reflecting back at me.

“What's with the look? It's not like you haven't seen it before.” She visibly gulps, her eyes still on my cock.

“I know, but it wasn't going inside me last time.” She's got me there, but I've prepared her body, she'll be okay, plus I’m not going to fuck her. I’m going to make love to her, and there’s a difference.

“It’s okay, Jules,” I whisper, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips to ease some of the fear out of her. Her tiny nails dig into my biceps as I situate myself above her, holding most of my weight on my forearms. This close, I can feel how nervous she is, her body trembles as I hitch up one of her legs, spreading her wider. My cock grazes her heat, and a shiver of unbridled pleasure ripples through me.

“I want to take you bareback.” My hot breath fans against her face, and with one hand, I tip her chin upward to look at me.

“Without a condom?” she questions, her adorable nose wrinkling.

“Yes. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom, and I want you to be my first. I can’t give you my virginity, but I can give you this.”

She licks her lips and then nods her head, and I swear to god I don’t fucking deserve her.

“I’m not on birth control,” she admits as I pull back.

“I’ll pull out and after this we’ll go and get you on birth control,” I tell her, feeling the need to be inside her consume me.

The thought of getting her pregnant doesn’t change a fucking thing. In my mind, I always knew if I ever had kids, it would be with her. It would just tie her to me in another way, but as much as I want to keep her tied to me in every way possible, I don’t want to do that to her right now. We’ll have children when she is ready. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke it a few times, staring down at her before I guide the velvety head to her drenched entrance.

She grabs onto me like I might run away, and I press into her heat, my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head as I stretch her tight little hole.

“Remmy,” Jules whines and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to focus on her, and not just thrust deep inside her channel with all my fucking might. I open my eyes and look down at her. Pain contours her features, and I lift a hand, cupping her by the cheek, my touch gentle.

“Just breathe, baby, it’ll only hurt this time,” I growl, barely breathing myself. Fuck me, all I’ve got is the tip in and I’m losing my mind. What happens when I’m eight inches deep? How will I stop myself from fucking her with her tightness squeezing the life out of me? My body shakes, and a bead of sweat forms against my brow as I push in another inch.

Jules gasps, her grip tightening. “You’re so big…I don’t know if it’s going to fit.”

I grin down at her, my thumb gently caressing her cheek.

“Oh, it’s going to fit. Your pretty pussy was made for my cock. Every inch of you was made for me.” Refusing to prolong the pain, I swoop down and press a heated kiss to her already swollen lips, as I thrust forward at the same time, pushing through her barrier and deep into her virgin channel.

Tears spring from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and I pull away, though I keep my lips just a breath away from hers. She feels like heaven, so soft, warm, and wet. She fits around me like a glove, my cock twitches, my hips and muscles burning as I remain deathly still deep inside her.