Scared of Forever (Scared #2) (2 page)

It was only at their
next meeting that she had admitted that she had never ‘been
intimate’ with anyone. Fucking, to him, was less than intimate. But
he didn’t dare tell her that, nor utter it aloud. Since then, his
desire for her had increased tenfold. Driving to pick her up for
their fifth date, Blake thought about fucking her. It was all he
could think about recently. It was the daydream that came to mind
every time he had satisfied himself in the shower that week.

He had, in his mind,
conjured up a million different scenarios for their first time
together, each one more intense than the last. The only constant was
the imagined feeling of how tight she would be. Untouched, untainted,
unseen by another living being.
That
pussy was all his
. He would be the first, and he
will
be the last. Just the thought of it hardened his dick in
his pants.

Blake had sincerely
intended to keep one woman in his life.
Emily.
But he had discovered that managing two had been a lot easier than he
initially thought. He still needed to fuck
someone
while waiting for Emily to give herself to him. And Blake
Carson now had the best of both worlds.

Emily appeared at the
car shortly after he pulled up.
She
must have been waiting.
Tonight, he had planned for an
expensive dinner to be catered at his apartment. She would think it
was extremely sweet of him, and feel very special and spoiled. He
would have her in close proximity to his bedroom. It was a win/win
situation.

“Hi,” Emily says
with a soft smile.

“Hey yourself,”
Blake replies smoothly, greeting her with a charming smile as he
leans over to kiss her gently on the cheek.
The
feeling was thrilling
. He felt like a teenager again, at
an age when even second base was fucking awesome. But tonight, he
would go beyond second base. He would have her legs wrapped around
him before sunup. He’d deflower her in the worst possible way, or
in her likely opinion, the best possible way.

“Where are we going?”
she asks.

“I have a surprise,”
Blake replies with a wink.

“Sounds interesting,”
she says with a seductive smile.

Tonight
will be the night.

Minutes later, Blake
pulls the car into his parking space. He stares openly at Emily as
the elevator takes them to his floor. She blushes furiously under his
intense gaze, her eyes lowered to examine the apparently very
interesting carpet below her feet. Tonight she has worn a shorter and
tighter than usual black dress. It clings to the curves of her
hourglass frame.
How can no one
have ever fucked a girl so beautiful
?

“Wow,” Emily
exclaims openly as Blake ushers her into his apartment. “You live
here?”

“It’s my family’s,”
Blake says simply. He and his mother had already discussed the
fundamentals of oversharing when it came to their family’s wealth.
She was very insistent on his avoidance of gold diggers. When Blake
had described Emily as a sweet, orphaned country girl, his mother had
been skeptical. She had insisted on meeting Emily and vetting her
herself. But Blake had made excuses. He’d be damned if he was going
to allow his mother to chase away his perfectly perfect pussy.

They settled in to
dinner. “Did you make this?” Emily asks, after tasting the first
mouthful of the roasted duck salad.

“I did,” Blake
nods. Sometimes his ability to lie so fluidly scared even him.

“Are you just all
around perfect?” she asks.

“No one’s perfect,”
Blake replies. “But you come very close.”

Her cheeks flush
crimson, and Blake is satisfied.

Surprisingly, it is
Emily who makes the first move. In a bold display, she leans in
towards him while they sit on the couch and crashes her lips into
his. Her hands immediately find his hard on. He had thought that he
would have had to work harder for this.

Emily moves across
Blake’s body, straddling him. Her dress rides up towards her hips,
giving him a glimpse of the Promised Land, which he was sure would be
raining wet by the time he got to it. He wanted to be gentle. He knew
how much the first time hurt for women. He’d taken his fair share
of virginities. But the need was so intense. Her body looked so
enticing, so ready as she displayed it before him.

Blake doesn’t
hesitate. He rips both of their clothes off and dives in, flipping
her onto her back on the sofa. He kisses her fiercely down her neck,
finally taking each soft nipple into his mouth. His dick is
throbbing, begging for release.
Begging
for her
. Blake looks up and sees a small glistening in
Emily’s eye. A tear. So he ignores his dick’s insistence and
slows down briefly, stopping to kiss her softly. When he finally
slides into her again, she lets out a pained whimper, biting fiercely
on her bottom lip. This will be the first and last time Emily ever
shows Blake that she’s in pain when he fucks her. He owns her
completely now.

After the pain passes,
Emily finds herself succumbing to the motion of Blake’s hips, and
becomes drawn into the feeling of his body pressed against hers.
Horror stories of losing one’s virginity are plentiful. This
doesn’t seem horrific to Emily. In fact, this is exactly what she
wanted. To give herself freely to a man that she loved. And she was
fairly certain that she was capable of being in love with Blake
Carson, if she wasn’t already. He was so charming and seemed so
sincere.

Emily feels a little
more than satisfied with herself to hear Blake moaning in pleasure as
he moves in and out of her. She tries her hardest to brave the
painful burn. After a few gentle thrusts, he pushes himself in
deeper, harder. Emily bites on her lip.
A
beautiful pain
. Tears cascade down her cheeks. With
nothing to compare this experience to, Emily can only assume that the
horror stories were true. The pain was excruciating.

Blake spends the entire
night with his arms wrapped tightly around Emily. She drifts in and
out of sleep, trying to ignore the constant pain in her groin, but
also luxuriating in the feeling of true womanhood.

“Hi,” Blake says
with a sweet smile as Emily wakes to a bright and sunny morning. The
glare from the full wall of windows assaults her vision, and she
squints her eyes in response. In his hand, he holds a tray with
coffee and blueberry bagels.

“Morning,” Emily
says, pulling the sheets to cover her naked body as she sits upright.

“Don’t hide from
me,” Blake says, pulling the sheets away, eyes taking in every part
of her nakedness. His aura is positively alight with lust.

“Blake,” Emily says
with trepidation, not wanting to offend or disappoint him. “I—”

“It’s okay,”
Blake says gently, kissing her on the temple. “We don’t have to
do that again now. Just as long as you promise we will do that again.
Soon.”

“Definitely,” Emily
smiles.

Over the next few
months, Blake would take great pleasure in schooling his future bride
on all things coital. He would laugh when he guided her head gently
onto his cock for her very first blowjob and she gagged violently.
She was horrified; Blake was thrilled. As time progressed, Emily
mastered her technique. Slowly, she became more confident. But she
was, for all her efforts, a poor substitute to Blake’s mistress. So
Blake Carson kept them both. With Emily’s virginity added to his
list of lifetime achievements, he really did feel on top of the
world. But more importantly, with Emily, Blake didn’t feel like
such a fraud. Not quite so artificial. Blake Carson always got what
he wanted. And he wanted everything.

I steal a glance at
Emily as we pull up to the lights.
I’m
one lucky fucking guy.
Her long, almost-blonde hair falls
like a glorious curtain to the side as she leans forward to grab her
handbag. My eyes steal a glimpse of the soft flesh of her breast as
her sweater opens invitingly.

“What do you think?”
she asks.

“
Hmmm
,
oh, about what?” I respond distractedly.

She offers me a cocky
grin. “What exactly was running through your mind that you didn’t
hear a word I said?” she teases.

“Guess,” I say,
low.

“Do I really need
to?” she grins. “But you may want to consider pulling off,” she
advises, pointing at the now green traffic signal.
Oh
the hidden meaning!

It’s been five months
since we’ve met, five months to the day. Truthfully, I find it easy
to be in love with Emily. She has blended so well into my world,
charming everyone she meets with her naturally pleasant disposition.
So much so that after five months, I plan on marrying her.
Soon.

The hour-long drive
home from visiting Maia and Jackson wouldn’t be so bad, were it not
followed by my constant double shifts at the hospital and the
incessant nagging from my mother to set a date for our wedding. Not
to mention the compulsory visits to my piece on the side.

Emily leans over and
runs her hand down the back of my neck. “You okay?” she asks, her
wide eyes filled with concern.

“Just tired,” I
answer absently. Her hand slides down my arm and rests purposely
between my legs.

“Need some help
staying awake?” she asks seductively.
My
Emily will do anything to keep me happy.

“The tone in your
voice suggests you’re trying to put me to bed,” I tease.

In one swift motion,
her fingers expertly undo my jeans’ button and zipper. I eye her as
she moves towards me and quickly shift the BMW into cruise control,
guessing that I’m going to need a free hand. My dick comes alive in
her hand. One touch from Emily is all it takes. She holds me snuggly,
all the while staring purposefully and directly at me. I avert my
eyes back to the freeway. It’s fucking hard to concentrate, all of
a sudden. I try to maintain focus, try to keep the car steady and us
alive. Her head moves down and takes me into her mouth. The car veers
to the left. I have never been fortunate enough to be able to think
clearly during any form of fucking, oral or otherwise.
Then
again, I’ve also taught young Emily how to use her mouth very well
these past months, so what did I really expect?

My hands grip the
steering wheel, righting the car in my lane. She moves her lips
gently up and down my shaft. I reach over to cup her right breast in
my hand. She lets out a low moan as her lips work with more purpose
against my solid dick.
I swear
to fucking God, I could live in her mouth.

“I’m pulling over,”
I say breathlessly.

“No,” she answers
with finality, looking up.

“Okay,” I breathe
heavily, my free hand gripping her hair, gently shoving her back to
the task at hand.
Err, mouth
.
“Just don’t move those lips.” She slides back, resisting my
efforts, and meets my eyes.

“We’re almost
home,” she whispers. “Why should you have all the fun?” With my
dick mercilessly begging for more, I floor the car in an effort to
get her home faster. I’ll do just about anything right now to slide
into her.

We finally make it to
the apartment. We make it up the stairs. Hell, we even make it into
the door. But we don’t make it any further. The second the door
slams shut, I grab Emily and we crash into the entryway wall, our
lips colliding with heated urgency. She pulls her sweater over her
head, her perky tits making a very welcome appearance, and steps out
of her jeans.
Black bra, black
G-string. She knows what I like.
My lips find her neck
hungrily and move down to her breasts, as my fingers find the soft
folds between her thighs. Her body arches back in response. Clear
submission to my touch. Hitching her legs around my waist, I slide
into her, slowly at first, just the way she likes it. Except she
feels so good,
too good
,
as her legs clamp around my waist and her fingers dig into my back.
Her breath is hot and ragged in my ear, one low, and satisfying moan
to match my every thrust. Her hips grind more purposefully into mine.
I thrust into her with finality, a loud grunt escaping my own lips. I
have no idea if she came or not. I have my suspicions as to whether
or not Emily actually comes any time I fuck her. But she doesn’t
mention anything. So I don’t ask.

Emily cups my face in
her hands. “One of the many reasons I love you,” she says
sweetly.

“Funny, I was just
about to say the same thing,” I tease.

“Whatever,” she
smiles, waving a hand dismissively. “Now, do you think you can
remove yourself from me so I can grab a shower?” she continues
sarcastically with a coy grin.