Claimed (erotic) (#1, 101 Nights)

Chapter Four: Natalie

My body is humming with need. The vibrator felt incredible, and I’m embarrassed by how wet I feel. Does he notice? Or care?

His question, however, makes me feel stupid. I can barely concentrate with the body of a Greek god pressed against mine. The heat of his skin and his rich scent leaves me feeling once more like he’s some kind of drug, one I want to lick, bite, and intertwine with my very depths by any means possible.

Am I really doing this? Is this some kind of lucid dream?

“I don’t know,” I say, letting my hands roam his perfect body. His dick is tickling the opening of my core, and I ache to feel him inside me, to experience what it’s like to have someone as big as he is, fill me from the inside out.

“I have a few,” he says with a smile. “Some might scare you on the first night.”

“I like this,” I say. No part of me doubts he will probably scare me many times before this is over. He’s aggressive and experienced, and I’m simply … not.

He kisses my neck, his hot lips making me shiver. One hand goes to my breast, and he rolls the tip between his fingers then replaces them with his mouth.

I bite back a groan. I never knew something so simple could give me such pleasure! His hot tongue swirls and licks, his teeth grazing the tip. He nips it hard, and I jerk, not expecting the strange combination of pleasure and pain.

“I like a little pain,” he says with a wicked smile.

What have I gotten into?

He dips his head and grips my nipple with his front teeth, pulling then releasing. The pain is like an exquisite pinprick, and I can’t determine if it hurts or feels good.

“It’s our first time. We can go traditional,” he decides, and positions himself again to enter me.

I spread my thighs instinctively, almost quivering at the thought of having him inside me. The idea that he’s a complete stranger no longer freaks me out. If anything, it’s thrilling – an adventure. Like a forbidden affair with the married neighbor.

This man doesn’t know me at all. I can be whoever I want to be or at least, not be who I usually am: the conservative press release secretary for a big shot lawyer.

“The second time is my choice.” He smiles.

I don’t think I can trust that smile or the way he looks at me so hungrily. He feeds the weird, animal magnetism that makes being in bed with a stranger not only natural, but also necessary. Desperately necessary.

I crave him, this stranger.

His lips return to mine, and I kiss him deeply, mesmerized by the rhythm of his tongue in my mouth and his light flavor.

The tip of his dick slides into me, and he pauses.

“Relax your muscles. I’m big,” he purrs.

I force my lower body to do as he says. He moves into me inch by inch, and he takes his time to keep from causing pain. My body adjusts to his incredible size. His dick fills me in a way nothing else ever has. I feel skewered on his steely cock. He stops again once he’s full in, and I test my lower body, squeezing him. He’s so hard and huge.

“Oh, yes!” I break away from his kiss. He feels incredible inside me.

“You’re so fucking juicy and tight. You have no idea what I plan on doing to you the next three months,” he whispers into my ear. “I’m going to make you come in ways you didn’t think possible. I’ll fuck you inside out, lick your cunt dry, come in your ass with you screaming my name …”