Experienced (A Real Man, 4) (6 page)

T
here’s
no turning back now.

He pressed his body fully against mine, all hard muscle and sinew lined up with my softness. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had touched himself. He was huge, bigger than I thought was even possible. My pussy muscles were still clamping down hard, clearly trying to find something substantial to grip onto.

His huge ten-inch cock.

He was tall, muscular, and the light sprinkling of salt and pepper chest hair above his defined pectoral muscles told me of his experience in life. This was turning out to be everything I’d thought of and wanted over the years.

I didn’t care if he was over two decades older than I was, and I didn’t care what anyone thought.

I deserved this.

I deserved to be happy.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight, and when he moved his hand between us, I felt like I’d come just from a touch to my clit.

“I need you, Hugo,” I whispered, all but begging.

“I want you so much. Desperately, Sabine,” he said against my neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his mark on me. He apparently liked my throat, but I didn’t mind, because feeling his teeth, tongue, and lips on me, on any part of my body, had lights flashing before my eyes and heat consuming me.

Beads of perspiration covered the valley between my breasts. His cock was like a steel rod between us, pressing against my belly. I could feel the pre-cum at the tip spread across my flesh, and as if I’d projected my thoughts, Hugo leaned back and looked down at my abdomen. He used his fingers to spread his cum along my flesh, rubbing it in.

“I want you to smell like me.” He lifted his head and looked at me. “I want to pump deep inside of you, fill you up with my seed, and watch as it starts to come out.”

All I could think about was our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together as he fucked me, as he showed me what a real man did with a woman.

He lay back on me, his chest to mine, his cock now nestled between my pussy folds. He gripped my chin tightly, holding me in place as he mouth fucked me. There was no other way to describe it. The way he pressed back and forth against me, his cock sliding between my slit and bumping against my clit had me gasping and on the verge of coming.

“That’s it,
lyubov moya
.” He went a little faster, pumping his cock against me, and making me utter all these explicit noises for him. “
Christ
, you’re so damn primed for me.” He let go of my chin and slid both of his hands behind me to grip my ass. He squeezed the mounds tightly and pulled me impossibly closer to him as he kept stroking his dick through my cleft.

When I moaned, he grunted and held onto my ass even harder.

“
God,
please, Hugo.” I didn’t care that I was begging, that I sounded desperate. Right now, I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching my pussy, and claiming every inch of me.

Even though I was unbelievably wet for him, I knew when he finally pushed that huge cock into me it would be tough. He was just so big, and even if I weren’t a virgin there would be a lot that had to stretch to accommodate him.

I was looking forward to it, needed it like I needed to breathe.

But I wanted to feel so full I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t even breathe.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked in that deep voice of his.

“I’m so ready for you.”

“I need you so fucking much.”

He kept one hand on my ass and moved the other between our bodies, took hold of his cock, and placed it at my entrance.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, needing his mouth on me when he shoved deep inside.

He didn’t make me ask a second time.

Hugo rubbed his cock along my cleft, up and down, not penetrating me like I wanted him to. “You’re so wet for me, so ready for me.” He looked right in my eyes, not stopping his ministrations between my legs.

I felt my slickness slip from my pussy and slide down my inner thigh. While he kissed me, I grabbed onto the back of his head, pulled at the strands of his short hair, needing him as close as he could get.

Groans spilled from both of us.

For years, I’d imagined being with Hugo. But I chalked those dreams up to nothing but fantasy.

But we were here now together. Our skin was sweaty, pressed together, and the idea that I was about to have sex with the man I loved made me breathless.

I was at the point I wanted him shoved so deep inside of me nothing else mattered.

He stilled above me, his muscles strained, taut. “There’s no going back from this, Sabine.”

I just shook my head. “Good.”

I shifted, my lower half lifting up and pressing against his shaft. He hissed.

“I’m ready.”

He placed the tip at my entrance again, and in a swift move, buried a few inches into me. I felt the stretch and burn start to take root. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. There wasn’t any confusion about what was going to happen.

Right now there was only us.

He thrust his hips forward, pushing another inch into me. Hugo groaned and closed his eyes. “You’re so tight.” He pushed yet another inch into me, and the burning, stretching sensation took hold even more.

My inner muscles clenched on their own.

He grunted. “God, Sabine. You can’t do that or I’ll come too soon.” He rested his forehead against mine, and we breathed together. “You feel so good.” In one swift move, he was buried fully inside of me, and I gasped at the sudden action. “
Christ
. Just like that, baby.” He started moving in and out of me, faster and harder, claiming every inch of me. I closed my eyes when it became too much to keep them open.

“Look at me. Watch me, Sabine.”

I gasped when he hit something deliciously good inside of me. I opened my eyes and stared right into his. He was so far inside there wasn’t a part of me Hugo wasn’t touching.

He started moving again, and the sound of flesh slapping together was so erotic, so filthy, I could have come from that alone.

I love you so much.

The root of his cock rubbed against my clit every time he slammed into me.

He pushed fully into me, stilled, and rotated his hips, causing a different kind of sensation to fill me.

“
Sabine.
” He gritted my name out. “You’re so tight it’s almost painful.” His expression was fierce. “But it’s so fucking good.” Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low sound when he pulled out and then slammed into me especially hard.

“God.
Hugo
.”

“I want you to come for me. I want to
see
you get off.” He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he still tunneled in and out of me.

Hell.

His breathing was short, hard pants. I knew he was close to getting off, too.

“You’re mine,” he said so low, almost feral. He slammed into me again and applied more pressure to my clit until I was about to explode for him. But before I went over the edge, he stilled.

I wanted to scream.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I’m yours.”

He thrust in and out of me like a madman now, faster and harder. I got lost in the sensation.

He was groaning as well, an auditory pleasure that filled me.

“Fuck, yes, Sabine. You’re mine, only mine.”

“I’m only yours.” I gasped when he slammed into me so hard I moved up an inch on the bed.

The pain only heightened my pleasure.

He started whispering in Russian to me, and that made me hotter. And I came for him, just like that.

“God, Sabine.” He thrust deep in my body and stilled, his huge body tense above me, his muscles rigid, defined.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Seeing Hugo get off was so arousing, because
I
was the one who had done this to him. I could feel him come, could feel the hard jets of his seed filling me. He was so big and warm inside me that those sensations had my pleasure mounting even more.

He thrust deep in me once more, stilled, and his haggard breathing told me everything I needed to know.

When several moments passed, he opened his eyes and looked me in the eyes. Sweat covered his brow, and I reached up and smoothed my finger over a bead. I felt droplets slide down my temple, surprising me, but also arousing me. Hugo leaned down and ran his tongue along the side of my head, licking the sweat away. When he pulled back, I felt dizzy, drunk, and so damn euphoric right now.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’m more than okay.”

And I was. God, I was.

I
could see
how nervous Sabine was, and I knew part of it was because she thought I was leaving.

At first, I hadn’t planned on setting a departure date, simply because I’d used this time to recoup from traveling. But I also knew I couldn’t stay at Leo and Annabelle’s house for an indeterminate length of time.

But I did not intend to leave her, not after I’d made her mine.

I cupped Sabine’s face and leaned in to kiss her. I didn’t deny the proprietary desire to mark her in front of whoever the fuck saw rode me strong. Leo and Annabelle where just a few feet away, and after we’d told them of our relationship, and I explained I wasn’t going to stop seeing Sabine, even if they disapproved, they seemed to accept what was happening. They were unconformable about it at first. I could give them that, could understand it, too.

I was so much older, and I was a family friend. But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that. They were my family … but Sabine was my life.

Sabine. Was. My. Life.

“Are you sure you want to come to the city with me?” I had no issues throwing her over my shoulder like a caveman staking his claim. But I wanted her complete devotion.

And when I looked into her face, into her eyes, I knew I had it.

“Wherever you want to go, whatever you want to do, I’ll follow you.”

I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down so we were eye-to-eye.

“But your work, your travels.”

I shook my head. “It’s my company. I’ll do whatever I please, and if that means being here with you while you go back to school, or you coming with me and traveling, so be it. I can work from anywhere. I won’t lie and say I may not have to travel on occasion, but my life is yours, Sabine.” I smoothed my fingers along her jaw. “This is about you, about us, and I’ll make it work.” I kissed her again, swiped my tongue along her bottom lip, and wanted her to know this was the truth. “You’re my life.”

And she was, every aspect of it.

“You know I want to be with you.”

I felt this surge of pleasure and testosterone move through me.

We were staying in the city alone for the next few days. I would work out my schedule, switch things, rearrange appointments, and make this work.

Failure wasn’t an option when it came to Sabine.

“I want this to work, Hugo. I’d never ask you to change for me. Where you go, I go. I’ll make this work, too.”

I smiled, feeling so fucking happy right now.

“For me it’s just you, Sabine.”

There was nothing else in the world that mattered more than the woman in front of me, and I was going to spend the rest of my life proving that to her.

* * *

W
e’d just stepped
into the hotel suite Hugo had reserved for the next few days. He’d told me he’d work out his schedule so he didn’t have to travel so much. But the truth was I didn’t want him to change for me. I could finish a lot of my graduate degree online if need be.

But I wasn’t going to worry about that right now. Hugo was here with me, we were together, and things would work out.

I wouldn’t allow it not to.

This was my life and what I had always wanted.

I watched as Hugo went into the kitchen and got a couple of glasses out of the cabinet, and a bottle of wine from the fridge. I took that time to look at the hotel room. It wasn’t standard, of course, but more of a suite, with the small kitchen, living room area, and a private bedroom down a short hallway. I walked over to the floor to ceiling windows and looked down at Times Square, which was right below us. The area was crowded with people. From this high up, it looked like a flow of colorful ink along the ground.

I felt Hugo step up behind me, his body heat seeping into me and sending this shiver racing up my spine. He didn’t even have to touch me and I was affected. When I heard glass lightly clanking, I looked down to see him setting the wine glasses, now filled with ruby red liquid, down on the small table beside us. I started to turn around, but he placed a hand on my lower back, stopping me. Nothing was said as he pushed my hair off my neck, pulled my shirt down to expose my shoulder, and proceeded to kiss my bared flesh.

I placed my hands on the cool glass, closed my eyes, and just absorbed the feeling of Hugo kissing and licking my flesh. I was already so wet for him, and I felt my nipples stab through the material of my shirt. It was hard to breathe as he placed a hand on my waist and pulled me back. I felt the hard outline of his cock along my lower back, and a soft moan left me.

Still we said nothing, but words didn’t have to be spoken for this moment to be loud.

He lightly sucked at my skin, the little spot where my neck and shoulder met. A wave of pleasure slammed into me, and I moaned again. Curling my nails against the glass, I leaned forward and rested my forehead on it. I wanted so much right now, and it all had to do with the man currently making my knees feel weak.

He clenched his fingers along my hipbone and pulled me even closer to his erection.

“Hugo…” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything in response, just licked, sucked, and gently bit my flesh. The hand not holding onto my waist was now in my hair, lifting the heavy fall of the strands and holding them at the crown of my head. He alternated between both sides of my neck, running his tongue along the flesh, teasing me, tormenting me. But still he said nothing. He just touched me—almost innocently, but so erotic in the same breath.

And when I couldn’t take it anymore, when I was about to beg him to take me, he pulled away, turned me around, and held my throat in a loose, controlling, and arousing hold. He kissed me like my life depended on it, and at that moment it did.

“I love you, Sabine,” he said against my mouth, and my heart jumped to my throat.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back.

He went to his knees in front of me, pulled my pants and panties down, and tossed them aside. I took a deep breath in, placed my hands behind me, palms flat on the chilled glass, and let this man—my man—pleasure me. Hugo looked up at me, his focus trained solely on me, and I had no doubt I was his world. It was the look in his eyes, the devotion I saw on his face that told me I was it for him.

Without saying anything, he lifted my leg, bent the knee, and placed it over his shoulder. I was spread for him, my weight resting on the glass, my focus on this man. And without any more waiting, Hugo leaned forward and ran his tongue up my cleft to my clit. A groan spilled from me, he grunted deeply, and I felt the world fade away.

But I forced my eyes to stay open. He pulled away, but a line of saliva came with him. I nearly came right then at the sight.

“This will always be about you, Sabine.” He licked me again, right through my center, and a shiver worked its way through my whole body. “It’ll always be only about you until I take my last breath.”

And I knew he meant that, just like he was it for me.