Dirty Seduction

ROSIE

All i wanted was him. work, food, sleep… my life downstairs… nothing felt like it mattered except Julian. I wanted to stay here for a lifetime. A fairytale gone crazy.

I stared over at him as he made our coffee, so loved up I could have screamed it from the rooftops.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, his morality still eating him up. “More specifically, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

Saying it out loud wouldn’t make any difference. The energy in the room was already electric, ready to blow. My skin was prickling, nipples hard, and my clit was demanding, instinct taking over as I closed the distance. He was stirring our drinks when I reached his side, and I knew his body was as desperate as mine. The want in his eyes said it all.

“Rosie” he began, still trying to clutch at his resolve, but I shook my head. I wasn’t listening.

I wanted him to claim me. I was done with my innocence.

My hands roved over his chest, and that was enough. He succumbed, hands reaching for me in return and ripping the shirt from my shoulders. He lifted me up, sitting me right next to the mugs on the counter, and I spread my legs, already panting as he peppered his beautiful mouth up my thigh.

He was rougher with my pussy this time. His tongue was fierce and wet, and fuck, I was done for… lost. I gripped the counter, clumsy, and the mugs went tumbling, smashing and spilling coffee all over the floor. But Julian didn’t care, or so much as flinch, just kept working his mouth against me. He was as done for as I was.

I felt feral as I braced myself, needing more praying that he’d fuck me.

“Do it. Please!” I said but he broke the contact enough to shake his head.

“No.”

“PLEASE!” I had to shout. “Julian, please!”

He groaned as he lapped at me.

“PLEASE!” I shouted again, slumping back against the wall. I wasn’t sweet Rosie here. I didn’t want to be a virgin. I didn’t want to be an innocent little girl anymore.

“You aren’t ready. You aren’t prepared to take it yet,” he said. But he was wrong. I was ready, and I needed to show him.

There was only one way I could think of.

I shoved him away, and I got my fingers ready. He watched, shocked as I spat on them, but I didn’t care. I was going to show him I could take the intrusion. I slid my hand between my legs, three fingers ready to fuck my own pussy, but he was too quick. He grabbed my wrist and held it firm.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

It was the first glimpse I had of the fire in him. The power that must have shown itself to Scottie this morning. Julian was almost regal, with a dark authoritative glare as he shook his head.

“I’m being deadly serious, Rosie. Don’t you dare.”

My stare must have been so soft against his. My voice was nothing more than a whisper.

“Please…” I said and I could see the battle raging inside him. “Please, Julian. Fuck me, then. It’s what I want. I swear.”

He weighed it up, his eyes flicking from mine to my pussy.

“I am ready,” I said. “I want you to take me.”

I could have cried with relief when he gave me the slightest hint of a nod.

“Alright. Not here, though. Not like this.”

He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom, dropped me onto the bed and sat down next to me and asked the question I should have seen coming.

“Are you on contraception?”

I shook my head. “No. I didn’t expect to be needing it.”

He closed his eyes, his internal battle returning.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

I reached up and touched his face.

“I don’t care.”

His stare was so fierce that it almost burnt my eyes.

I repeated myself.

“I don’t care. There is the morning after pill, and I am due on my period, and”

“This is lunacy,” he said, interrupting me, but all I could do was smile.

“Maybe it is, sure, but I don’t care.”

“This is lust talking. Not common sense.”

“So was threatening a guy’s life this morning… but you did that for me.”

He looked at me like I was a princess. He stroked my face in return.

“That wasn’t lust talking, Rosie.”

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“That was… love.”

Love.

I couldn’t believe he said that.

“Do it, then,” I said. “Show me a different kind of love. Be my first.”

“You drive me fucking insane,” he said.

“Ditto,” I replied.

He got to his feet, pushed his trousers down, along with his boxers, and kicked them away, standing before me like a naked Adonis. I only had a few seconds to admire him before he climbed on top of me and landed his mouth on mine, kissing me with absolute passion.

“Don’t prepare me for it,” I said between kisses. “I want your cock to be the first thing inside me.”

He was breathing hard in my face, as he positioned himself. I felt his huge dick working against my pussy, and I was shaking with nervous excitement. “Nice and steady,” he said.

I cried out as he worked his hips and began to push inside me, but I wouldn’t let him stop. Not for anything. I moaned for him, and I whimpered for him, and his big hands gripped my ribs. I felt the pain, the stretch, and I saw the adoration in his gaze. Felt that adoration love as he pushed some more.

“Fuck,” he said, “you’re so fucking tight.”

He wasn’t wrong. It burned so bad it felt like he was trying to get his fist inside me. I pushed against him and that was the encouragement he needed.

“Fuck,” he said again, and I cried out, a beautiful cry and it really did feel like something had snapped inside me as his cock filled me.

There were no more words.

My body moved against him, taking his cock deeper and deeper until he cried out with a “Fuck, yes!” and pushed right in, all the way.

I twisted my head to the side, teeth gritted, whimpering as he ground his hips some more.

He’d done it. He was inside me. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

Sex wasn’t like I expected. Julian didn’t pump back and forth like I’d seen on video. He circled his hips rather than moving in and out, and it was the strangest sensation a burn of pain mixed with pressure, in a spot that I didn’t know existed, deep inside.

I was whimpering with both hurt and need at the same time.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, braced up on his arms.

I shook my head. “No way.”

“Good. It would kill me if I tried.”

The passion in his words spurred me on like a frenzied version of me that had never seen the light. I circled my hips in counter to his, letting the pressure build and build through the pain. I clenched my pussy as tight as I could, and he groaned. Loud.

I was so proud of myself as his breaths became hisses, and his cock started pumping back and forth. He was reaching the edge and I was deliriously happy, smiling as he planted his mouth on mine. I kissed him as he came inside me, my tongue still seeking his as he grunted and groaned and lost control. It was bliss. Pure absolute bliss, and I was alive. I was me. I was HIS.