Tattoo Virgin (3 page)

I let him pull me up to his face and crush his lips to mine, our chests rising together as we stru
ggled to breathe through the intensity. Gasping, I pulled away and looked up at him. “Did I do good?”

He let out a surprised laugh. “Yes. Yes, babe, you did really fucking good.”

I grinned at him, pleased with myself, and he kissed me again, pulling me against him. He was careful around my tattoo as he lowered me to the ground.

“You ready,
mi flor
?”he asked, positioning his body over mine.

I spread my legs, letting him settle between them and I nodded
wildly. He reached down between us and positioned his cock at my entrance. He paused, brushing my hair back from my forehead, and then pushed in slowly.

Oh God the pressure!
So much fucking terrible,
amazing
pressure. I was so tight and he so big that he had to practically force himself in, and I felt a sting as his cock ripped through my hymen. He grunted with the effort and I bit back my groan. My body couldn’t seem to decide if it was in terrible pain or immense pleasure, and I could feel sweat breaking out over my chest. He kept pushing and pushing, slow but sure, fitting into me inch by deliberate inch.  

Once he was all the way in, his balls resting thickly against my ass, he stayed still
, allowing my body to get used to this new intrusion. “You ok,
chica
?”

My breaths labored,
I managed to whimper out a small “mm-hm.”

He laughed softly but
his eyes were sympathetic. “I’m sorry, babe. It’ll start feeling better, I promise.” With that he started slowly rotating his hips, grinding his pelvis into mine and opening me up a little more.

And he was right. Once the sting went away, the rolling of his hips started to feel good, amazing, absolutely wonderful. Being filled by him felt
right
. As his hips ground against mine again his pubic bone rubbed against my clit and I shuddered with pleasure. I gripped the back of his head by his hair and pulled his face down to mine, biting down lightly on his bottom lip.

“Please, Mike,
please fuck me,” I breathed into his mouth, and with a primal sounding grunt he acquiesced.

He thrust in and out of m
e, starting off slow but within a few minutes speeding up, as if he couldn’t control himself. The feeling of his dick pushing in and out of my tight pussy was better than I had ever dreamed and I latched myself around him, my ankles crossed against his lower back, my mouth sucking on the salty skin of his neck. I could hear the wet slosh of his dick going back and forth in my pussy and the sound spurred me on further, tilting my hips up to his with every thrust.

After a few more minutes,
Mike spoke a stream of Spanish that I didn’t understand at all and then said, breathlessly, “Babe, you feel too good, I don’t know how much longer I can last. I need to pull out.”

The thought of losing this amazing feeling was too awful to bear, and I gripped onto him tighter, locking my legs and arms. “No, Mike, cum inside me, I don’t care, just don’t leave empty, please,” I said in a rush
, consequences be damned.

Mike let out an animalistic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a growl, and his hands gripped onto me tightly, one in my hair and one on my hip. He dropped his forehead to mine and sped up, thrusting harder than he had before.

At the increased intensity I felt a wave of heat followed immediately by a sheet of ice shoot through my body, up and down. My vision blacked out for just a moment and then I was seeing thousands of little specks of light. I heard a loud, keening wail for several seconds before I realized I was the one emitting it, and the most concentrated, powerful pleasure I had ever felt slammed into me like a freight train. I could feel my pussy spasming wildly against Mike’s cock, and at the sensation he thrust once more and yelled out hoarsely, sinking his face into my neck, panting like a bull. I could feel his thick cock pulsing and felt his cum erupt deep inside me. He kept cumming and cumming and I could feel it start to leak out of my sore pussy onto the carpet below.

We stayed like that for several minutes, holding each other and catching our breaths.
When he finally pulled out, I looked down at his dick and saw that it was streaked with my blood. I suddenly realized how much everything had changed for me in the space of a few hours. One new tattoo, one less hymen.

Mike helped me put on my clothes, and when he saw that I was starting to close myself off he gripped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. “You ok,
mi flor
?” he asked, his green eyes looking back and forth between my blue ones. I nodded my head yes, embarrassed, and tried to look away. He pulled me to him, giving me a full body hug, and I clung to him, my hands tight around his lower back. Damn him, I could still smell his cologne.

“So in between all that
going to classes and the library and your dorm, do you think you’d have time to hang out with a lowly tattoo artist like myself?” he asked against the top of my hair, and I burst out laughing. 

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French Kiss
(Mélange Parfait Volume I)

Lilly Palentino is working as an au pair in France during the summer when one night she meets Evan Lorne, one of the most famous, and sexy, singers worldwide. When she learns he’s having a miserable time in Paris, she strives to give him a night he’ll never forget.

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Excerpt:

At 22 years old, I’d done my fair share of kissing, but nothing in my life came close to this. It was like we were connected by a live wire, and my body trembled, my hands pulling against the back of his head, his broad shoulders, his muscled back, needing him closer to me. His glasses bumped against my face, and he paused for a millisecond to pull them off and shove them into his back pocket before descending on me again. His mouth was hot, and there was a lingering taste of chocolate and banana when he pushed his tongue between my lips and licked along the ridges on the roof of my mouth. His corded arms pushed down my back, landing under my ass, and suddenly he lifted me while he spun us so we switched positions, my back slamming against the wall. His chest crushed against mine and my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his dick below me, it’s solid length pressing firmly along the seam of my jeans.

He bit down on my bottom lip and pulled his head back, the tugging going straight to my clit. He ground against me tighter and I moaned in frustration because there were just too many layers separating us. I’d never wished I had worn a skirt more than at this exact moment. 

“Lilly,” he practically growled, kissing me again, biting along my jaw and down my neck. “Lilly, we need to get out of here.” More kissing, his lips sucking on my earlobe. “Come back to my hotel room with me.”

I nodded, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath. “Where?”

He told me the name and I felt like crying. I knew exactly where it was, and it was nowhere near where we had ended up walking. “That’s too far,” I moaned, scratching my fingers up the back of his head, which made him close his eyes and press stronger against me. I gasped at the pressure. “It would take us a half hour to get there.” 

“Fuck,” he hissed against my neck, his body continuing to move on mine.

I looked around wildly. There was a narrow, one-way road that ran between the club and the building next to it to my right, not as small as an alley, but just about. I’d never,
ever
done anything like this before, but I couldn’t go much longer without having Evan inside of me.

Porn Stars Need Love
Too
(Perfect Blend Volume I)

Angela Featherstone is a young History teacher living in LA. Every Wednesday she spends a few hours at a local coffee shop, The Perfect Blend, grading papers and sneaking covert glances at a hot man who also frequents the shop.

One day she is finally approached by the hottie, who introduces himself as Clint Harmon. The two hit it off and Angela is thrilled, hoping to finally get out of her more than year-long sexual slump.

The only problem is that Clint has a secret, one he's afraid to tell Angela.

The thing is, Clint just so happens to be a porn star.

6,146 Words.

Excerpt:

“You want me,” he murmured, his mouth back to my ear. He nuzzled my cheek with his, the stubble scratching my skin and causing me to shiver.

“Mmm-hmm,” I whimpered. There was no point denying it. I had practically humped his leg in the coffee shop earlier.

“I want you too,” he said. He bit my ear, and then sucked my earlobe in between his lips. Moaning, I grabbed the back of his head and dragged his mouth to mine.

Any lingering hesitation disappeared in that moment. His lips formed themselves around mine and he brought his hands up to cup my face, tilting my head back and drawing me up into his kiss even more. His teeth pulled against my lower lip, sliding them back until my lip popped out of their clutches and he crashed his lips down to mine again, his tongue running along the seam of my upper lip before probing into my mouth. My hands ran up the length of his toned back, trying to press myself as close as possible to him.

He suddenly dropped his hands to my ass cheeks and hauled me up in a smooth lift, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. With one arm supporting my back, his hand pressed tightly to the base of my neck and his other arm wrapped under my ass, he walked me out of the entertainment room and into what I presumed was his bedroom, not breaking our kiss at all.

He laid me down on a bed and then kicked his shoes and socks off before settling down next to me, my head resting on his arm. Still kissing me fiercely, his other hand dragged itself along my body, grabbing my tits in a tight squeeze, pulling them away from my body and mushing them back down. His fingers undid the buttons of my blouse and then slipped inside, lightly trailing along my skin, raising goose bumps along the way. The tips of his fingers toyed with the lace edge of my bra and then slipped underneath to pull at my nipples, making me groan. He kissed and sucked his way down my neck while he pulled the cups of my bra down, pushing up and fully exposing my breasts. His mouth latched on to one of my nipples and he sucked firmly at it, his tongue swirling around my areola.

I moaned and ran my fingers through his curly hair, raising my torso to better meet his mouth. As he moved his mouth to my other nipple, his hand slid down my body, his fingers running up underneath my skirt.

He laid his thumb on my pubic bone and pressed his fingers to my pussy on top of my thong, rubbing in slow circles.

“Oohhh,” I moaned, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.

His mouth pulled off of my nipple and he met my wide-eyed gaze. “Oh yeah, angel, you’re already nice and wet, aren’t you?”

Sex Over the City
(Perfect Blend Volume II)

Angela goes to work the next day, reeling over her mind-blowing night with Clint. She has some decisions to make after learning what he does for a living.

Like, can she really date a porn star, even if he's really sweet and wants to have a relationship with her?

Maybe she can try...

6,052 Words.

Excerpt:

He pulled back a little, gripping the bottle again, and this time he tilted it so that the wine ran in streams down my chest. He chased them with his tongue, lapping and sucking at my tits while he upended the bottle, pouring the rest of it over me. The cold wine hitting my nipples made the already hard peaks stand up even taller, and I gasped as he played with the sensitive buds with his hands and mouth.

My fingers ran through his hair, pulling his mouth harder against my chest, and my eyes popped open as he lightly bit down on one of my nipples.

Even though it was dark, I was shocked to find myself standing completely naked in the open air, and I gasped, shivering against him.

His arms wrapped behind me, running down to cup and pull up my ass cheeks, spreading them even further in the night air.

“Clint,” I gasped. “What if someone sees us?”

He chuckled. “It’s pitch black out here. No one can see us.” His lips ran up my neck as he moved off the ledge and into the warm water again, taking me with him. He reached down and across my back, grabbing my knee from behind and turning me away from him, towards the side of the hot tub that ran along the edge of his balcony. He spread my legs, wrapping them behind his own and pushed us to the other side My hands gripped the ledge of the hot tub for balance and his hand ran down my stomach, playing with my clit for a moment before lining his dick up against my entrance.

I twisted around to kiss him and he indulged me passionately for a moment before taking my jaw in his hand and turning it away, back towards the ledge.

“Lean forward,” he whispered into my ear. “And open your eyes.”

I did as he asked right as his dick entered me. My eyes opened to see the city of L.A. stretched beneath me, the lights twinkling and moving in a blur.