Page 7 of With September

“Fuck, baby. Get on the bed. I don’t want to fill your throat the first time. I want to fill your sweet, wet cunt.” She stares at me briefly while I pull my shirt over my head. “So do it, baby, be a good girl and do it. Lay down and spread those thighs wide for me.”

Who am I? I have never spoken to anyone like this before. It’s her. She’s bringing this fucking animal out in me, and I fucking love it.

Chapter Seven

September

I’m so turnedon my juices are pooling on the bed below me. He chuckles before burying his face between my legs. His slow licks around my clit and down to my pussy hole aren’t enough. My insides are clenching for something. He knows what I need, though, as he slides a finger into me shallowly.

“Trevor, please,” I beg, and he begins to thrust his finger into me faster and faster.

“You’re so fucking tight; I can only get one finger into you.”

“I need your cock.” Leaning down, he kisses me as he drags his cock through my sopping-wet folds before he pushes into me. Slowly. Too slowly. I surge forward to meet him. He breaks through my virginity. Any pain I feel is fleeting because he begins to move. I needed him to move. Every nerve in my body is on fire. I would have given him myself the first night we went out. I wanted him that badly, but no, this is better. I moan, and my legs wrap around his waist.

“Fuck, your little pussy is strangling my cock, Red,” he growls through gritted teeth.

“Trev,” I cry out, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic.

I feel like I can’t breathe. I begin to meet him thrust for thrust as my body tightens like a bow string. He plays me so well. Hepulls all the way out of me and looks down between us before slamming back inside my needy pussy.

“Fuck, Red. Your sweet blood on my cock makes you mine.” Why is that so hot? It should be off-putting, but I love it. It does make me his, and I love that too.

“I was already yours,” I tell him. I was his the moment our eyes met. We both know that.

I scream his name as I come and feel him come inside me.

Holy hell. My head is lying on his chest while his hands rub up and down my back. There are hundreds of thoughts going through my mind right now, one of which is what now.

“How are you feeling beautiful?” He leans down and kisses my head before lifting my head. I feel so freaking shy, right, which is nuts considering what we have done, but uh, yeah.

“I’m okay. A bit sore but otherwise…” smiling, he cuts off my words and leans over.

“I would say I’m sorry but I’m not. The fact that you’re sore means I broke right through that cherry and claimed it. Now, you belong to me and me only. Right, beautiful?” Well hell. How should a girl think about anything when he talks like that? I thought I was too sore to be able to go once more, but right now, my lady bits are getting wet once more. What about his commanding gaze makes me want to do whatever he says? “Answer me, baby.” He nips my lips, causing me to gasp. He uses it as an opening to kiss my breath away. His tongue once again tangles with mine in a rhythm only two artistic souls could hear.

“Trevor,” I whimper his name out. Forget about being sore; now I’m achy.

“I know, baby. I know what you need, but I need to hear you say it. Tell me you belong to only me.” Is she serious? He has me so messed up; how could I possibly belong to anyone else?

“I only want you, Trevor.” He rubs his nose against mine before he strokes these words across my mouth.

“Good girl.”

Hearing him call me good girl drives me wild as I roll on top of him. I drive my pussy down on his hard, waiting cock and ride him like the good girl I am…

I vaguely hear the phone ringing in the distance, but I am way too exhausted to care until I hear Trevor answer it. I shoot my head up and blow the hair out of my face. “Yes, she’s right here.” The fear must show because he kisses me and rubs my face.

“Hello.”

“September, who in the world was that?” I knew it was my mom.

“What can I help you with, Mom?” I purposely don't answer her question. I won’t let her ruin this moment.

“By God, September, please tell he is not some hippie liberal boy.” Geez.

“Mom why did you call?” I am intrigued. She never calls.

“Fine. There is a fundraising gala for a charity event. Your presence is mandatory.”