hear my juicy release as it squirts on him. “God, your cunt is so pretty and pink, and so fucking wet, baby.” He kisses me, his fingers still inside me, flickering my G-spot, my clit — my everything. My core is on fire and filled with desire and he knows it.
“I need you in me,” I whimper. “I need your big cock to come deep inside me. Please, Trent. Don’t make me beg.”
“Why not?” he asks, pulling me into his arms, lifting me off the bed and holding my back against the door. My legs wrap around his waist, his thick cock teasing my ass as Trent holds me in place.
“I want to hear you beg, baby.”
I lick my lips, a smile spreading wide as my lover teases me into submission. “I’ll do whatever you want. Boss me around,” I moan. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do it. I’ll do everything.”
“You aren’t prepared for everything,” he tells me.
“No?” I lift an eyebrow, my heart pounding as my body aches for more. Him. Now. Please.
“No. But you are ready for my cock.”
I nod. “Please,” I moan. “Fuck me with your hard cock. Make me come. Fill me up with your seed.”
“That what you want?” he asks, his eyes locked on mine. “You want my come to fill you up nice and good?”
I nod, panting. “Yes. I want to be your plaything. Your toy. I want to be yours.”
“Then I’ll put a baby inside you, you know that?” He groans, our desire palpable as we talk about things that I know are rarely discussed on first dates. Is this even a first date? No. It’s a first fuck that’s going to last forever.
“Show me,” I dare him. “Show me how hard you come.”
Chapter Four
Trent
She sinks down on my thick cock, and her eyes widen as she is filled by me. God, it’s insane what she is doing to me, and my cock is so damn hot as I fill her sweet pussy.
I kiss her then, hard, our hearts beating, our words both forbidden and unforgettable. Our desire filling the room. She kisses me back, deeply, with passion and need, and she wraps herself around me so damn tight, holding on for dear life. I won’t let go. Ever.
I carry her back to my bed — our bed soon enough — and I lay her on her back, taking her nice and slowly. With her head on a pillow, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders, she looks like a goddamn angel. My angel. Mine.
I kiss her again. She opens her mouth for me, and we kiss as we make love. And there is no mistaking that’s what this is. Love. Pure and simple and ours. God.
“I don’t want this to end,” she whispers as we move together in a rhythm all our own. As we make space for one another, in our hearts, in our minds, in our goddamn souls.
This makes no sense — meeting someone and knowing. Knowing they are yours. But that is what happened over a single meal. I knew. And I think she knew too.
We come — hard, deep, with passion in our eyes and love on our lips. I hold her after, wanting to make the moment ours, now and forever, etched in our minds. And she clings to me, telling me she is doing the exact same thing.
We lie like this for hours, because what do you say when you have just been entirely undone? She sleeps in my arms and I force myself to stay awake for hours because I don’t want to blink and miss out on a single thing.
Finally, though, sleep overtakes me, and I dream. Not of the lecture tomorrow — my future at the university. I dream of a life with Trista. Having no idea what it might hold — but knowing that I want to be holding her.
Trista
I slip out of his apartment in the early morning hours. He snores. Not too loudly. It's a cute snore. The kind of snore that makes me smile and giddy. That has me finding a notepad in his tidy kitchen, pulling a pen from my purse, and writing him a note.
Dear Trent (I don’t even know your last name),
Thank you for giving me the night of my life.
I cannot wait for a million more. Intense much? Maybe.
But I don’t care. I am yours if you’ll have me.
Text me when you wake up, sleepy head.
I’m going home to get ready for the day