Shepherd’s jaw was surely dislocated. He gaped at me, as if ..
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Shepherd’s jaw was surely dislocated. He gaped at me, as if he had never heard of such a thing. He squinted, almost spoke but didn’t.
The longer the silence went on, the hotter my face became. I cast my gaze aside and stared at the fire, wishing I was standing in it rather than sitting across from him.
“Never?” He finally croaked.
“Never what?”
“You’ve never had sex? Fucked? Made love? Whatever you want to call it.”
“No.”
“But you’ve cum before right?”
I could die.
“What do you mean?”
Shepherd shifted on the couch and was suddenly beside me, hand pressed into my inner thigh. It was like a hot iron straight out of the fire, it burned but not painfully so. My thighs, without a thought, spread for him. With his other hand he grabbed mine and pressed my own palm to the cleft of my pussy.
“I was originally going to ask if you’d been eaten out, fingered, etc. but now I think a better question is: do you masturbate?” His voice was a deep growl. He was frustrated at the facts I was giving him.
“I-I don’t…Not really.”
He squeezed my inner thigh and my hips bucked against our hands. He kept the pressure and there was stimulation that shocked me to my core.
“Rae, I know you don’t know me… But you are opening up to me like a goddamn flower soaking up sunshine after a winter’s storm and you’re telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?”
It was unusual. I’d known the man I was supposed to marry my whole life and I hadn’t so much as enjoyed a kiss with him as opposed to how much I relished in being in Shepherd’s mere presence. With his hands on me, I was hot…sticky… wantan.
“I know you a little,” I tried to excuse my reactions. “You helped me. You’re kind.”
“I’m not usually,” he paused to give me a once over. “I’m not mean but I don’t go out of my way to be nice either. But you, babygirl, I want to be nice and then some. So to make this a little more appropriate…You know a little: Shepherd Fern. I’m the youngest of four. I can afford my penthouse because my family has billions, it’s probably what makes me an asshole, but I’m discovering I have a soft spot for little lost lambs.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. All the liquid was pooling between my thighs, soaking the boxers as he kept his hands on me as he spoke plainly.
“Do you tip the staff at a restaurant?” I asked curiously.
“Do I- What?” He chuckled and slid himself beneath me, pulling me into his lap. “I do. Twenty percent at least.”
“Do you obey the law?” He gripped my thigh tightly, massaging the pads of his fingers into my.
“Sometimes. I speed when I drive but I stay out of crosswalks.” His lips brushed the back of my ear.
“Sounds like a decent guy to me,” I concluded. I closed my eyes as his palm pressed into my hand, moving it against the damp front of the boxers I borrowed. I wondered if he felt how wet I was. I could certainly feel something digging into me.
“I argue with my family. I was flirting with my sister-in-law at their wedding yesterday.” He was building his profile as a bad boy. “I’ve fucked a lot of women.” My breath hitched as Shepherd’s palm began to direct mine in a circular motion. “I would like to fuck you too, Rae.”
There were good and bad things in what he was saying. But they were just words. Actions were entirely different and my body’s response to him was a whole chapter I would have to sort out later. Much later.
“I would like that too,” I agreed, finding my voice.
The flat of his palm pressed into my belly, and I knew what the stiff thing beneath me was. He ground his cock against my ass and I shivered.
“Do you also want me to make you cum?” He kissed my neck as his hand worked faster with mine.
“Yes,” I tried to slow my breathing as I began to pant.
“Do you want to learn how to make me cum?”
“Yes.”
In a swift motion he pulled the boxers from me, throwing them aside. With his own legs he spread my thighs as wide as they’d go. I briefly caught my reflection in the glass of the fireplace, a lewd display barely hidden by an oversized t-shirt. I gasped as his hands returned to me, gripping and kneading my inner thighs, the flesh was so much more sensitive just inches from my apex. His mouth worked the skin of my neck, kissing and nibbling and when he found the crook he bit harder.
A moan of pain and pleasure left me. I didn’t even know biting could feel good. I shuddered and rocked my hips, bucking, trying to maneuver his hands closer to the throbbing ache that needed tending. The last time I’d felt anywhere close was when I borrowed a harlequin from a classmate in high school and I’d unsatisfactorily tried to satisfy myself.
“Shepherd,” I moaned, a plea in my voice. I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
He did.
I gasped as two fingers slid between my lips, gliding through the juices. He stroked and played with my entrance while his palm pressed on and off against my clit. It was entirely too sensitive, swollen and hungry. Each roll of his palm provoked an elicit sound from me and a chuckle from him.
“I like that,” he praised me when I hiccuped a mewl, a single finger entering me. “Little lamb, mewl for me,” he encouraged. His finger pumped inside of me and I saw stars.
I gasped and reached behind me, clutching his side and tugging on the back of his head while I bucked. Something was happening inside of me, tugging and twisting and building. It was both too much and not enough.
“Cum for me,” he ordered, biting into my shoulder. His finger maintained it’s pace but now his palm held steadfast, grinding into me.
The momentum built for a split second more before my entire body felt like an earthquake. My thighs throbbed with tension and my stomach spasmed as I came into full bloom. It was the first spring day after a long hard winter.
It was like tasting oxygen for the first time after holding your breath underwater for too long.
He slowed his motions, leaving his finger inside of me, feeling my pussy’s walls pulse around the digit as I slowly came down from the perverse bliss.
“How was it?” He asked me, not concerned, but curious.
“I don’t have worlds. Can I do it again?” I felt his smirk against my skin.
“Absolutely, babygirl. I need to prepare you for me anyway.”
“How does that work?” He showed me by pushing in a second finger. It hurt for a moment but my self-lubrication worked wonders and after a minute, he was able to work in a third. He pumped them slowly and methodically.
“You’re so fucking wet, babygirl,” he groaned. His cock twitched beneath me and I wondered if his orgasms felt the same as mine did.
“It’s good, right? Being-AH-like this,” it was hard not to moan between the words.
He ordered me out of my shirt before answering. As I tugged it off, he said. “A wet pussy helps in handling a big cock, so I’d say yes, it’s very good.”
It wasn’t unnecessary bravado, he felt big.
“Then do it. Fu…” I’d sworn before, it just had a different meaning now. “Fuck me, Shepherd, please.”
