Propositioning Her Brother's Best Friend (11 page)

“You’re pussy is dripping wet. It’s
the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Rachel. This is how I want you to
always be with me, soaking wet and waiting for my touch. Can you do that?” he
asked.

Without him knowing it, Paul had
eased her troubled thought. She nodded her head, relieved he wasn’t disgusted
by her response.

She caught her lip between her teeth
trying to stem her excitement. “You’re so ready for me.” He wasn’t waiting for
a response. His fingers stroked through her folds.

“I need a taste of you. I’m addicted
to your scent and flavour.” His hand moved her fingers out of the way, and he
opened her folds himself. Within seconds his tongue replaced his fingers on her
clit. He circled the nub and sucked her clit into his mouth. “You’re wetter
than I thought, Rachel. It’s such a turn-on to me,” he said, releasing her from
his mouth. Paul nibbled on her nub. His teeth bit down slightly on the harsh
side of pain.

Rachel struggled to stay laid down.
Her body was a riot of sensation. She couldn’t stop the feelings from coursing
through her. He ran a finger between her folds while sucking her clit at the
same time. Paul was making her pant and squirm with need. “You like a little
pain, don’t you, baby?”
 
She couldn’t
argue with his assessment. The evidence was in her arousal. One of his fingers
circled the entrance of her cunt, but he didn’t penetrate. “I didn’t hear your
answer.” He took another bite of her nub, not extremely painful but enough for
her to cry out at the sudden tumult of pleasure riding through her.

She screamed as pleasure tore
through her making her weak. “Yes.”

Paul kept circling her entrance and
sucking on her clit. She wanted his cock inside her. His mouth was doing wicked
things to her body, but she wanted more.

Rachel watched him licking her. His
head moved up and down between her thighs, and it was all too much for her. A
tightening started in her stomach and slowly grew out. She couldn’t hold back
her release.

“Come for me, Rachel. Let me taste
all of you.”

His words were all it took for her
to lose control. She groaned out her release and heard Paul licking away her
cum. It sounded wet, and the feelings running through her body exhausted her.
Collapsing to the bed, her eyes widened as Paul joined her. His fingers
glistened with her release. She watched as he brought his fingers to his lips
and sucked them deep into his mouth, moaning as he did. He looked to be in his
own world of pleasure.
 

“You taste so fucking good. I could
lick you all day every day.”

She whimpered. “I don’t think I
could survive that all the time,” she said.

“Then I’ll have to get you ready for
it because it’s something I intend to keep doing,” he said, kissing her again.

He pulled her up the bed until she
lay against his pillows. Paul grabbed a tube of lube and a condom from the
drawer beside his bed. She nibbled on her lip wondering what they were for.

“Why do you need those?” she asked.

“You’re wet, but I don’t know if
you’re going to be wet enough for me. I’m using the lube to help ease my path.
I don’t want to hurt you.” He threw the items on top of the bed then sat at her
feet.

“Spread your legs for me.”

“You’ve just seen me.”

“So? I didn’t realise there was a
limit on pleasure.”

Feeling silly for being embarrassed,
Rachel opened her thighs for him.

“So fucking
beautiful.
I
wish you could see what I see,” he said. “I’m going to invest in mirrors for
this room.”

“You can be real dirty when you want
to be.”

He stroked her ankle. “Baby, we
haven’t even gotten started on how dirty I can be.”

She didn’t know personally, but she
looked forward to finding out.
 

“I recognise that look, baby. You
want to be dirty with me. Then let’s get started in your dirty education. Finger
yourself for me, Rachel.” He sat in front of her looking at where her pussy
was. She was exposed for him to see, and he was waiting for her to follow his
instruction.
 

“How?” she asked.

Paul reached over taking her hand in
his. He pressed her palm over her pussy so she was cupping her mound. When he
was satisfied he pressed two of her fingers against her clit and slowly started
to stroke her pussy. Her pussy was coated in her juice, and she used it to
spread around her pussy. He released her hand and sat back.

“That’s how you do it, Rachel. Feel
what is good for you.”

She did as he said and started to feel
her body’s response to her ministration.

“When I’m not there for you I need
to know you can still please yourself. There will be times I tell you that
you’re not allowed to cum, baby. I’ll want you to be out of your mind with
pleasure until I get home to sort you out. I want you to be excited about what
you’re experiencing. First I need to know that you can pleasure yourself. It’s
every woman’s right of passage to be able to do.” His voice soothed her.

“You look so perfect pleasing
yourself. I’d love to come home finding you like this. I would know you’re my woman.
You give me great pleasure to see you pleasuring yourself. Exploring your own
body, making your own body the instrument it needs.” He moved to a kneeling
position at the bottom of the bed. His nearness offered her comfort.

“It feels so good, Paul,” she said, running
her fingers through her pubic hair feeling the sensation they caused.

“Your cream is thick and oozing out,
getting you ready to be fucked hard. Your nipples are erect and pulsing red
because of me. Your whole body is screaming at me, Rachel. It’s screaming at me
to take my cock and fuck that sweet, tight virgin pussy and make you my woman
completely. I can still taste you on my tongue, but it’s not enough. I need
more. I’m a greedy bastard.” His words echoed around her mind. Nothing he said
scared her. She wanted him to fuck her so bad.

“I want you so much. Please fuck me.
I promise it’s what I want, and I hate begging, but I’ll
beg
you if you need me to.” She paused with a finger on her clit. Staring at him
she waited for him to shake his head. They’d gotten naked before, and Paul
hadn’t crossed that line with her then. Rachel didn’t want to assume this time
would be any different.

“Come for me, baby. I want to see
you lose control at your own hand. Once you’ve brought yourself over the peak
I’ll fuck you and make you mine.”

Rachel fingered her clit bringing herself
closer and closer to her peak.

“Look at you. You’re so close and
desperate to feel me inside you.” She imagined it was his hand between her
thighs. Rachel caressed her clit, shocked to feel another orgasm on the
horizon. After climaxing once already she hadn’t expected to come so quickly. She
was so close. Gasping, she let him know she was coming, and then she erupted
onto her fingers. Rachel screamed into the air, not holding anything back.

The pleasure was multiplied at
knowing Paul was watching and what he was going to do after she came. Once she
collapsed back onto the bed, Rachel forced her eyes open to look for Paul. He
was tearing open a condom and rolling it onto his shaft.

“You’re going to bring yourself to
orgasm plenty more times,” he said.

He uncapped the tube of tube, and
she watched him smear the clear substance all over his covered cock.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
“Once I thrust inside you there’s no turning back. I’ll be the one to claim
your virginity.”

“I’ve never been
more
sure
of anything. I want you, Paul. It has always been about you.”

He nodded.

****

Watching Rachel come apart with
her own
hand would stay permanently embedded in his mind. The
wonder that crossed her face was addictive to watch. She was better than any
porn film he’d watched over the years. Coating his latex-covered cock with the
lube, Paul moved between her legs. He grabbed a pillow for under her bum. “It
should make it easier for you.”

He watched her swallow and
jerk
her head in an action that resembled a nod. “Watch me
fuck you, Rachel,” he said.

Rachel’s pupils were dilated with
arousal. She got turned on by his talking to her about what he wanted to do to
her.
 

Taking hold of his shaft in one
hand, he rested his other on her hip in order to steady her. He stared down at
where her cunt waited. Paul sensed her gaze on him. He couldn’t look at her.
First he needed to claim her innocence before staring at her.
 

She lay against his pillows, and
he’d done everything he could to make her comfortable.

“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve
ever known.” They were not lines he was saying. For Rachel, they were the
truth. Paul needed for her to know that.

Rachel stroked his cheek. Still he
didn’t look at her. “Thank you for saying those things. Now, fuck me, bad boy.”

He growled at her command. Paul
positioned his cock at her entrance, glancing up into her eyes for a split
second. In that short bit of time he saw the look of love and trust shining in
her hazel depths. She clearly didn’t know what was about to happen. All the
women he’d known they had talked about their first time being painful. He’d
taken so many precautions, but he was large, and in comparison to his width,
her cunt was small.
 

“Forgive me,” he said. Without any
time for her to question him or turn away, Paul tensed and slammed inside her
creamy pussy. He made the first thrust hard and deep so he wasn’t prolonging
the penetration. Paul felt the barrier of her virginity, but he didn’t give
himself time to enjoy the primal satisfaction of being the first man inside
her. He stopped inside her when there was no more of him to go in.

He heard her scream, and her body
tensed up underneath him. Her nails sank into the flesh of his arms. Paul
rested his head in the curve of her neck, feeling her pussy constrict around
his cock. She was so damn tight. He knew he was going to hurt her. The lube
he’d applied seconds before didn’t seem to help at all.

“I’m so sorry, Rachel.” He lifted
his head to see her eyes held unshed tears. “I’m sorry, baby—”

Rachel cut him off with a trembling
finger over his lips.
“Stop.”

“I hurt you.” He wanted to chop his
own dick off for the pain he’d caused.

“You said it was going to hurt, and
I knew it was. I’m not stupid, nor am I a virgin anymore. Be the man you’ve
warned me about, and fuck me, Paul.” Her voice rose with each word she spoke.

“You’re going to be the death of me,”
he said.

She stuck her tongue out. “You’re
the one being a pussy.”

“But the pain!”
Paul could not bear the thought of
hurting her. This type of pain he had no control over, unlike when he nibbled
on her clit and nipples.
 

“Paul, fuck me. Make love to me. You
feel amazing, so big, and I feel full. Please, I’m begging you, and you’re
already inside me. Fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me,
fuck
me.” She repeated the words over and over again. Paul chuckled at her clear
obsession for him to fuck her.

Paul did not need any more
convincing. Holding onto her hips he pulled back so that only the head of his
cock was lodged at her entrance, and then he thrust all the way back in. This
time there was no cry of pain, and she didn’t tense up. Her gaze was on him at
all times. He possessed her body, taking her virginity and bringing her
pleasure.

“Move your hips in time with me.”
She started to move her hips, and Paul saw the excitement return to her eyes.
Until he’d told her what to do she was simply lying underneath him.

He watched the pleasure flit across
her face. Her hands stroked down his back to cup his ass. Rachel was the first
woman he liked grabbing his ass. She pulled him into her, and the walls of her
pussy fluttered. The condom he wore obstructed some of the feeling but not
enough for him to be mournful. He was hoping there would come a time when he
could take her without the condom.

That would be some time. First, he
wanted to enjoy her. He’d been pining after her for so long that for now, he
was going to take his time having her.

She was drawing closer to another
orgasm, and it was intoxicating to watch. He felt her gaze deep down into his
heart and soul. They fit together perfectly. His cock thrust into her cunt, her
cream making it easier for him. The lube had helped his possession of her.
Knowing she was creaming made his fucking her easier.

Her hips lifted up to meet each of
his thrusts. They were groin to groin. Rachel was taking her pleasure as much
as she was receiving it.

She pulled him down to kiss her. Perspiration
glistened off of both their bodies. The air was permeated with sex, their
combined essence an aphrodisiac.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,
squeezing my cock.” He panted between each plunge. Their breathing was hard and
laboured as they fucked harder and faster. Paul felt Rachel on the verge of
another climax. Her pussy tightened around him, getting slicker with every hard
slam inside her. Paul held off his own release giving her time to climax again.