Page 90 of His Greatest Muse
“I’m not a virgin,” he mutters.
I swallow, confused. “That doesn’t matter to me.”
His fingers move inside of me, slowly working in and out. “I tried to fuck someone else years ago. Just wanted to see if I could. If it would work.”
My chest grows tight at the thought of him with someone else. In a woman’s bed that isn’t mine. Her hands all over him, touching the tattoos he got forme. I clench my jaw at the jealousy that tries to poison my mind.
“I’ve never gotten hard for anyone but you. Not one fucking time. I let that woman try, but even closing my eyes and thinking of you could only get me hard enough for her to work half of me inside. I’m not programmed to be with anyone but you. I’ve never tried again.”
My thoughts fade like fog in the wind. “What?”
He pulls his fingers from me, and I suck in a sharp breath when I feel him notch his cock at my entrance instead. Hovering there, he drops his forehead to mine and says, “I apologize for not waiting. Should have known it had to be you. It’s always been you.”
I cry his name when he thrusts forward and, in one powerful thrust, buries the entire length of him inside of me. It’s a rough contradiction to his sweet words. It’s Noah.
“Holy shit,” I moan, tightening my thighs around his waist as he holds still for a brief second. When he starts to move, shifting his hips back, I choke on a cry. “So big. I don’t know if I can—”
He nips at my jaw and growls, “You’ll take it. It’s yours, isn’t it?” I nod rapidly. Satisfaction turns his expression wicked as he shoves his cock all the way back inside. “That’s right. So fucking take it.”
The stretch is intense but not painful. I’m so goddamn full that I don’t know how to breathe. I don’t care about the missing piercing. It would have been too much tonight. Each slide of him inside of me adds a spark to the building flame in my belly.
“That’s it. My good little slut. So perfect,” he groans, softly cupping my cheek.
I preen beneath the praise. It adds a new intensity to his thrusts. Makes each one feel harder, stronger. My pulse is erratic and loud in my ears. He might claim not to be a virgin, but he is. That night with someone else didn’t count. Tonight does. And I want to make this as good as I can with my own limited experience.
Using surprise as my advantage, I roll him to his back and swallow the sound of disapproval that tries to crawl up my throat when I lose the feeling of him inside of me. A few minutes and I’m already addicted to his dick.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
“I wish I could give it to you,” I whisper as I take the smooth, wet length of him in my hand and hover above his hips. Dragging the tip along my pussy, I tease him the way he teased me.
His jaw pulses as he asks through clenched teeth, “Give me what?”
“My virginity.”
Darkness flares in his eyes before he’s thrusting up and impaling me on his cock. I collapse on top of him, my breasts smooshed to his chest, unable to hold myself up on weak arms. His hand wrapping around my throat makes my eyes bulge, exhilaration electrifying my blood. He uses his hold on my throat to lift my head so our eyes meet. I manage to force myself up with a hand to his chest before I run out of oxygen.
“Your virginity might not be mine, but this pussy knows who it belongs to. You won’t bleed for me, but I’m the one who gets to stretch you out and break you in.”
It’s the perfect answer. Those words bury themselves in my chest and give me the strength to lean back and take control the way I wanted to when I put him beneath me. I drag my hips forward to apply pressure to my clit but feel something cold and hard beneath it instead of warm skin. A curse escapes me when I glance between us and focus on the piercing at the base of his shaft. The metal ball rolls beneath my clit, bringing with it an unsuspecting rush of pleasure that turns me boneless.
A dark chuckle caresses my skin before he’s taking advantage of my weak muscles and wrapping an arm around my waist, bucking up into me. I let him, accepting that he’s going to win this battle. He has too many advantages.
“Got that for you,” he breathes.
I throw my head back and grind again. “It’s so good.”
The promise of a climax rears its head as I fall into the rhythm of his thrusts and the grind of my hips. Working perfectly in time with one another, it doesn’t take long for him to stiffen beneath me and start helping me rock over his pelvis.
“I need you to come, Golden Girl. Can’t get there until I feel you gripping me nice and tight,” he grunts, squeezing my ass so hard his nails prick into my flesh.
“Almost there.”
We’re both sticky with sweat, but as I flatten my palm to his chest and finally feel his abs flex in time with his thrusts, I couldn’t give a shit. I swirl my hips in a circle, and light flashes behind my eyes when his dick rubs my G-spot. He picks up on my reaction to that feeling and moves his hips in a way that allows him to keep hitting that spot. My muscles turn to lead as I stiffen and finally welcome the blast of pleasure that turns me to liquid.
It’s hard and fast, so powerful I don’t think I breathe until it starts to ebb. I’ve never come like that before, but I already want to again, even as I collapse to his chest and begin to lose all the energy I had left.
Noah slaps my ass harder than he’s ever done before and groans his release against my cheek. Warmth fills me as he comes, and I grin despite myself, knowing that this is the first time he’s ever done this with someone.