Forbidden Romance by Lena Lucas

6

Daisy

He licked up the side of my neck, and I imagined a lion lazily stroking its mate. God… I was wet. What would he say… think… do if he found out I had never done this before? And I didn’t mean going home with a virtual stranger.

But sex.

Like never having had sex before.

I was a textbook virgin, inexperienced in any and all things that involved getting down and dirty. But right now, I didn’t feel like some blushing virgin. I felt like a woman who was going over the edge and not caring if I fell face-first into a ravine.

But I knew Leo wouldn’t let me fall. He’d hold me, cushion me, give me himself. I had no idea how I knew that, but as he touched me, kissed me… as I felt the stiff outline of quite possibly the biggest cock known to man press against my belly, something elemental in me said this man would give me the world.

The connection I felt toward him back at the bar when our eyes locked was electric. The way my heart raced, my palms had gotten sweaty, and the fact everything else had faded away told me that man—this man—was something special in my life. It was like having an out-of-body experience, like you jumped headfirst into the ocean and the threat of drowning was very real, but somehow you survived and came out on the other side.

I knew without a doubt Leo was meant to be in my life.

My thoughts were shifted to the present when I felt his mouth on mine. I melted against him, never having felt this type of masculinity before, this type of strength. He was so much bigger than me, well over six and a half feet in height, his body lean but toned, cut and ripped. I could feel the definition of muscles under his clothes, and every feminine part of me sang from the fact.

His cock dug into my belly, hard, thick, huge. Leo still had his hand in my hair, his fingers tangled in the strands. He used his other hand to snake down my back to cup my ass, his big, long fingers curling against the soft flesh.

I wanted our clothes off. I wanted our naked skin pressed together. I wanted his dick in my body.

He kissed me raw and hard, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth and claiming me fully. I never felt so possessed by a man before. The hand in my hair tightened, sending a sting of pleasurable pain through my scalp, to my breasts, and finally straight to the center of my pussy.

I moaned, and it was as if that sound triggered something else in him. Leo gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me off the ground effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the act so natural as I did it that I hadn’t even thought about it.

My pussy clenched and became wetter, and I tightened my legs around his waist. I felt the hard muscles of his abdomen right on my pussy, the sleek belt buckle through the loops. That metal dug against me, my dress riding up, my thighs brushing against cool air. I felt that pressure right in the part of my body that ached the most for him.

He gently bit at my lower lip, and a gasp left me at how sensitive I was, how aroused he made me.

Leo grunted, held me up with one arm, and tightened his hand in my hair. The sting had me moaning for more. But I had to tell him, to be honest. I didn't want him to push inside me and realize I was a virgin. I didn’t want him to see the blood and freak out. I didn’t even know if a man could tell a woman had never had sex, but that wasn’t the point. I just wanted to be honest with him.

I broke the kiss and gasped, but before he leaned in and took my lips again, I whispered, “I’m a virgin.” That had him freezing, his big body going hard, which had nothing to do with the sex we were headed toward.

He said nothing but rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, his breathing erratic. “Fuck, I’m going too fast, being too rough—”

“I don’t want you to stop or change anything about how this night is going.” He lifted his head and looked at me. “I want you to be my first, Leo.”

My only.

“It’s been a decade since I was with a woman, Daisy.”

I gasped, not from shock but from pleasure. It made me even more aroused, made me want him even more because he’d been celibate.

“I haven’t wanted anyone… until you came into my life. You’re the first person in ten years that’s made me want to break the celibacy.”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue along his lips. He shivered as he held me. “Be with me, Leo.”

And when he groaned and tightened his hold on my hair, tipping my head back again, bearing my throat, I gasped, loving how brutal in his passion he was. He dragged his tongue up my neck, causing me to writhe in his arms.

I want the clothes gone.

I thought those words had been in my head, but before I knew what was happening, Leo set me on the ground and started tearing at my clothing. I helped, then went for his. And after a few frantic, passion-filled moments, we were both naked, panting, the heat bouncing between us.

I stared into his far too handsome face, feeling my nipples harden painfully, my breasts feeling full, and my pussy so wet I wouldn’t have been surprised if some of that cream trailed down my inner thighs.

He looked his fill, and I did the same.

He was big, seeming even larger without his clothes on. Wide shoulders, a broad chest, defined pectoral muscles, and a ribbed abdomen took up my entire view. And then my eyes were locked on the third limb he sported between his thighs. Thick. Long. The head slightly wider than the shaft. He was long, God… so long, like ten inches in length. The dot of pre-cum at the tip had my mouth watering.

I shivered in response to the sensation overload, not even able to stop myself from reacting physically. Leo moved closer, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, and gripped my ass with one of his big, powerful hands. I bit my lip as fire and electricity raced along my skin from the contact.

“How wet are you for me?” he asked as he stared at my mouth. I was still biting my bottom lip, trying to hold in my moan, knowing I could have orgasmed from him touching me like this, asking me these dirty things.

“Really wet,” I whispered in what was probably a very unsexy way. But he closed his eyes, his big body swaying as if he immensely enjoyed hearing the words come from me.

“Soaked. Drenched,” he murmured and opened his eyes, moving an inch closer so his bare chest brushed along mine.

I nodded.

“Slick… for you.” Oh God. I was so turned on.

“And I bet you’re aching for me to touch that wet pussy, aren't you, Daisy?”

I closed my eyes now and sighed from the eroticism. I didn’t trust my voice, so I nodded.

He had a hand on the side of my throat, tipped my head back, and then his mouth was on my flesh that was exposed. Leo ran his teeth up and down my neck, nipped at my flesh, and thrust his erection against my belly, back and forth, over and over again. The head was slicked from pre-cum, smearing along my skin as if he marked me.

I was going to die if I didn’t feel him in me, and was so feverish and excited that all I could think about was our bodies moving together on his bed, the lights off, our breathing loud, our moans and grunts echoing off the walls.

“I’m so damn hard for you.” The words came from him on a low growl.

I felt this strength; this unusual power move through me as I slipped my hand between our bodies and gripped his huge length. And as his whole body jerked at the contact, I grew bolder, sliding my palm up and down, moving the heel of my hand over the flared head, hearing him groan, seeing his head kick back and his lips part because I touched him.

But things shifted faster than I could comprehend, and I found myself walking backward, his body being used as leverage to take me to where he wanted me. And that was by the couch. His hands on my hips spun me around, I was draped over the back of the cushions, and then I closed my eyes as he started massaging the globes of my ass.

I clenched my fingers in the fabric and looked over my shoulder at him, and the look on his face had this small sound escaping me. Possessive need was reflected back and trained right on me, as if he wanted me to witness how far gone he really was.

“I know I should go slow, be easy, take my time.” His words sounded distorted in my ears, a combination of the rising lust in me and his need so pronounced it warped everything. And when he dropped to his haunches behind me, my eyes widened of their own accord. The feel of his warm breath moving along my ass, skating over the back of my thighs, had a mewling sound rising up in me.

Leo groaned and palmed my ass right before he ran his nose up and down the crease of my bottom, inhaling, the gruff need coming out of him and spearing into me.

“So good,” he muttered as if to himself. He gave one side of my ass a bite, not hard enough to really hurt, but the sting was there just the same. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as ecstasy stole over me.

My heart raced when he spread the cheeks, his warm breath moving along my exposed slit, my virgin pussy.

“Jesus, Daisy.” His hands were clenching and relaxing against my flesh. “I can’t stop myself.”

“Don’t stop.”

He leaned in with a gruff sound and ran his tongue up and down the slit of my pussy, drawing out a shocked sound from deep within my throat. Leo sucked and licked, nipped and hummed along my swollen, heated flesh. “Never has anything so perfect graced my tongue.”

I never wanted him to stop, and as I started pressing back against him, Leo’s action became harder, faster, the sounds coming from him so masculine and filled with pleasure.

I was going to come. So close. So… close.

He ran his tongue along the cleft of my pussy, and I curled my fingers into the couch even more. Leo groaned against my flesh as he licked at me with fervor, his hands on my ass, his fingers digging painfully into my skin.

God, that discomfort felt so good as it mixed with the pleasure.

I wanted more, so much more.

“Leo,” I begged, saying his name over and over again like a mantra. “Leoleoleoleoleo.” I was close to coming.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fit my ten inches into your virgin pussy.” He went back to eating me out. “No one but me will ever have this pussy. Isn’t that right, Daisy?”

I was nodding, crying, saying yes, yes, yes. Anything he wanted.

And then he was giving me a long, slow lick, sucking at me like my pussy was a popsicle melting on a hot July day. I came for him instantly, the pleasure like an electric bolt through my body. I gasped, cried out, tried to comprehend how something could feel so good.

When the pleasure started to dim, he gave my sensitive sex one more lick before rising up. I looked over my shoulder and watched him as he stood behind me, his focus on my pussy and ass, his cock standing huge and proud between his legs. He started stroking himself, seeming unconcerned with getting this going, with taking my virginity and letting me feel how he’d move inside me.

“Reach behind and spread your ass for me. Let me see all that sweetness as I jerk myself off.”

God, who knew such a composed businessman could have this wild, rugged, oh so dirty streak in him?

I loved it.

I reached behind me and did what he said, pulling my cheeks apart, feeling cold air on the sensitive parts of me that only he had ever seen.

“Oh, Daisy. God….” He stepped closer, one hand still on his cock, and he reached out and slipped a finger down my cleft. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, my arousal rising up and heating all over again like he hadn’t just made me come.

He had his hands on my waist, lifted me off the couch, and I found my ass perched on the edge, my weight against the cushions. Leo moved in closer, using his body to have me spread even wider for him.

“Take me in your hand. Guide me to where you want me, baby.”

I licked my lips and reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock, the digits unable to meet around his massive girth. And then I placed the thick cockhead at my entrance, holding my breath, knowing that although this would be the single most erotic and memorable experience of my life, it would hurt.

He cupped my cheek, and his expression softened as if he read my mind. “I’ll go slow, be easy.”

But strange as it was, I shook my head. “I want you how you are, not how you think I need to be taken.”

He closed his eyes, his jaw tightening, and groaned. “Fuck, you turn me on.” His cock jerked between our bodies, and I gasped.

While holding his stare with mine, he curled a hand around my waist, placed the other one on the back of the couch, then started to push into me. I cried out at the intrusion, the penetration. It hurt. It felt good. I was consumed in every single way. He pushed all those inches into me, and never had I felt so filled, as if I’d split in two.

“Just breathe with me,” he said and leaned in, kissing me softly, making love to my mouth. Leo started moving then, in and out, back and forth, the pace slow, easy, gentle. He allowed me to get used to him being inside me, and I felt the heat grow in my body, tendrils claiming me.

My inner muscles clenched around his length, and he grunted.

“Faster,” I begged, wanting to feel more of him.

He picked up his speed but kept the same intensity, not too hard, not too demanding.

“I want all of you.”

“Fuck,” he barked out and picked up speed, slamming into me harder and harder with each passing second.

Yes. Yes. This was what I wanted.

“So tight. So. Wet.” He groaned. “So hot, Daisy.” He thrust into me again and again until I couldn’t see straight, until I had to hold onto him for any kind of balance.

He worked his dick inside me in deep, long strokes, and I curled my hands into the strong flesh of his shoulders. Our sweaty bodies rubbed together, and he kissed me like he was dying and I was the only thing that could ease his suffering.

I bit my lip, tasting blood, and realized I’d broken the skin. But I didn't care. I didn’t care about anything but what I felt in this moment with Leo.

He pulled out so the tip was at my entrance again. “That’s it,” he said gruffly. “Come for me. Come all over my cock. Make it even wetter.”

The pleasure he’d been giving me was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Leo lifted me off the couch, holding me easily, cradling me gently, and started kissing me. He was still deliciously buried in me and moved back and forth, thrusting his hips in and retreating at an easy, almost lazy pace.

I closed my eyes, never having imagined anything could feel this good… could hurt so good.

I was holding onto him with my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, bracing myself for his passion. But he was so strong, holding me up as if I were weightless. He started moving toward the bed, his thick, hard cock still in me, his mouth working over mine, kissing, licking, devouring me.

“Not done,” he gritted out. “Not nearly done, Daisy. Never.” He pulled out of me. And before I knew what was happening, I was lifted and moved to the center of his bed. The scent of him surrounded me, and I realized I wanted to be bathed in it, have it covering me… in me.

Leo was moving up on the bed, stalking forward, his lips peeled back from his lips as if he were this crazed animal who had his eyes latched onto the prey. He gripped my thighs, pulled them open, and just stared at what was exposed. I knew I was red and swollen and so very wet. Soaked.

He ran his knuckles gently over my slit, and I shivered for him, writhed underneath him.

“Mine,” he said so softly. So, so softly.

Then his chest was on mine, the tip of his cock at my pussy hole once more. He sheathed himself in my body in one fluid motion, and we both cried out.

“God, Daisy. Oh… God.”

I opened my mouth on a silent cry at the feeling of being so filled and stretched. My pussy was tender, but it was the kind of discomfort that turned me on. And Leo was breathing so hard now, his massive chest rising and falling, his eyes hooded as he stared at me with something akin to wonder on his face.

Without breaking eye contact, he started thrusting into me shallowly, the head poised at my entrance before he slid in another inch, then another, and another.

“Yes,” I cried out as I came again, my pussy clamping down on his thick cock.

“Sweet Jesus.” His voice was so rough, and the corded muscles and tendons that were laced and bulging under his skin made me feel so feminine, like he’d protect me, like nothing could get to me as long as he was around.

I gasped as I felt the thick head of his shaft press against my sex again, my inner muscles clenching, needing that girth filling me, stretching me… splitting me in two. God, I’d become this fiend, but only for Leo.

I was going to get off again. I knew it. Felt it.

He groaned as he shoved back into me in one hard thrust, both of us barking out pleasurable sounds. His frenzied motions had me sliding up on the bed, but he gripped a hand on my shoulder, keeping me in place as he fucked me. I gasped at how forceful his thrusts were, but I dug my nails into his flesh, wanting more. God, I wanted so much more.

“Look at me, Daisy.” The words were a command, deep and dark.

I hadn’t realized I closed my eyes, but when I opened them, I saw he was still braced above me, this wall of flesh and muscle. “Watch as my big cock slides home right in your tight virgin pussy.”

I’d never wanted someone as much as I wanted Leo, and I didn’t know if it scared the hell out of me or excited me. But I wasn’t about to overthink this or deny him. I lifted up and braced myself on my elbows, my focus down the length of my body as I watched him fuck me. And that’s exactly what he was doing.

Sliding that massive girth back into me, forcing me to take it.

Leo slowly pulled out of me, and I watched his cock become visible, my glossy pussy wetness coating the thickness. I also didn’t miss the streak of virgin blood coating the length. It was obscene. It was erotic. It turned me on even more.

“You’re taking it all so fucking well,” he groaned as he slid back into me. “Oh fuck. Fuck… so damn hot watching your pussy stretch around my cock.” It sounded like he spoke to himself, and I found that so enticing.

I let myself fall back on the bed and just absorbed all of Leo. I was definitely stretched, the discomfort something that would have been there whether I was a virgin or not. Leo was just too thick. Too long.

But despite that… I wanted more.