Scarred Beauty (12 page)

For most of his adult life he’d made it a rule
to never seduce a virgin, and yet here he was anticipating popping her cherry.
He hated the way he sounded to himself. Grazing his hands along her arms he
settled over her tit. Tweaking the nipple, he had her writhing underneath him
from the pleasure he created.

“That feels so good,” she said with a gasp when
he pulled away from her lips.

“I’m only getting started.”

Moving over her, Isaac opened her legs and gazed
down at her pussy. Her blonde pubic hair was covered with her cream. Staring up
into her eyes, he was taken aback by the trust in her eyes. It was the one
emotion he rarely saw in anyone else.

He kissed her on the lips and trailed kisses
down her body. He licked, nibbled and sucked as he travelled down her neck to
her breasts. He couldn’t resist devoting some time to the full mounds. Her tits
were one of his favourite features, and he was determined that he would fuck
her tits at some point.

Isaac wanted to share everything with her,
including the pleasure which can be found in the rougher side of sex. By the
time they left each other he would have claimed her completely. She wouldn’t be
able to look at another man without thinking of him. Feeling like a total
bastard, he grabbed her hips roughly with his nails digging in. He heard her
wince and trailed down her body past her belly button until he was staring at
her cunt.

Running his hands up and down her legs, he kept
his gaze on her slit.

He slid his fingers through her lips and watched
as her cream coated his fingers. She was so responsive. There was nothing fake
or rehearsed in her voice. Her gasps were natural. Her hips thrust up to meet
his hand.

“Please, Isaac,” she said.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know.” She whimpered with frustration.
He wanted to taste more of her creamy juices. Going down until his face was
directly above her pussy, he used his fingers to open her slit and reveal her
hidden jewel.

Her clit swollen with desire, she cried out from
the smallest of touches. He wouldn’t touch her cunt. Taking her virginity would
be a treasure he would hold dear to his heart. Isaac fought the battle inside
him to take her and claim what he’d never had before and the fight to give her
the perfect night in his arms. The battle inside him was between the Isaac
who’d gotten everything by being a ruthless bastard with no thought to other
people’s feelings and the Isaac who he was in her company. A man of worth. A
man who deserved to be with her.

Pressing his tongue to her clit he felt shake as
he licked her. She had a beauty about her. His own scarred beauty. Most men
would never see the true beauty that she was because they would only look at
the surface. He looked beyond the beauty of her face and saw the purity in her
heart. A woman with so much love to give it was almost unbearable to witness.
He could be the very man who could earn her love.

He flicked her clit and ran his fingers up and
down the piece of flesh between her entrance and clit. The pleasure she should
get would drive her over the edge.

If what he heard about a woman’s first time was
true then he needed her to be taken over by pleasure. The very thought of
causing her pain disturbed him.

The sounds in the room were of her moaning and
him licking her juices. She was dripping onto the sheet with her arousal. The
pride he felt at being the cause gave him so much satisfaction. A couple more
flicks of his tongue and she plunged over the edge with a scream.

He lifted over her body, took his leaking cock
into his hand, ran the tip through her dripping slit before seating himself at
her entrance. Isaac leaned over her, took hold of her hands and pressed them
against the bed at her head.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he plunged forward
tearing through the thin layer of skin that was her virginity. He forced
himself deep inside her. She was tight, and he bit his lip to hold himself
still as she grew accustomed to him.

She screamed as he entered her. She fought him,
thrusting away from him, which only embedded him inside her deeper.

“Calm down.” He soothed her, capturing her lips
in a kiss to try to distract her from the pain she was obviously feeling. “I’ve
got you.”

“It hurts. You’re hurting me.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll feel better in a moment.”
He hoped she felt better. She was so tight, and he wasn’t a small man.
Experienced women sometimes struggled to take him.

“I thought the books were lying,” she said.

“They are. I’ll make you feel good, Elle. I
promise.” He kissed her lips, her eyes, her neck. Isaac knew how sensitive her
neck was and paid close attention to her erogenous zones until she began to
move under him, her legs sliding up and down his where he sat between her
spread thighs.

Her pussy convulsed around him, tightening
harder than any fist. He closed his eyes to keep himself in control. Being
inside her without a condom was sending him over the edge. She was the first
woman he’d gone bare-back with.

He was pleased that he’d spent the time getting
her wet to help make it easier for her.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said.

“Do you want me to move?” he asked.

Noelle nodded her head.

Keeping hold of her hands at the side of her
head, Isaac pulled out of her tight cunt feeling every little ripple as he
moved past her tight muscles. If her pussy was tight he couldn’t begin to
imagine what her ass would feel like.

When he pulled all the way out of her tight
heat, he pushed back inside her. Each movement he did slowly and with care
until she lay under him moaning with the pleasure. She grew wetter with each
thrust of his hips.

Her screams echoed off the walls of the hotel
room.

“That feels so good,” she said with a moan.

“I’m going to let go of your hands. I want you
to hold onto me and trust me.” Isaac let go of her hands. She wrapped them
round his neck. He moved gown to cup her plump ass. Holding her in his hands he
sped up the rhythm of his thrusts, going deeper inside her. He felt himself bump
against her cervix making her cry out in shock.

He stopped as her cries held a mixture of
pleasure and pain.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

She nodded her head. He bumped her again and
watched as she bit her lip.

“Am I hurting you?”

“A little, but I think I like it.”

Isaac smiled as he took over. His grip tightened
in her ass. She lay under him, her hands around his neck. Soon she began moving
her hands down his back to his arms and back again.

He slowed his moves to an achingly slow tease.
She panted under him, her tits bouncing with ever jerk of his hips. Leaning
down, he bit her right nipple, sucking the tender flesh between his teeth. He
didn’t know it was possible for her to grow tighter, but she did, her pussy
quivering around his shaft.

Pulling away from her, he glanced down to where
they were joined. His cock was slick with her cum. Her clit peeked up at him.
He brushed her clit with his finger and felt her come apart. The speed at which
she climaxed shocked and delighted him. Her body was already attuned to him.
The merest touch set her off.

Going over her, he slammed his lips down on
hers. He couldn’t hold himself together any more. He needed to come. Isaac
wanted to feel his sperm drowning her cunt, to mark her as his woman so no
other man could have her.

He lost control. Her hands wrapped around his
neck, holding on as he gave her everything. He forgot about it being her first
time and pounded inside her hot little body. Her pussy gripped him harder. He
lifted her leg high above his hip and watched as his cock disappeared inside
her little hole, the red, puffy flesh calling to him.

Her cries sank into his senses.

“Do you feel me? Deep inside your cunt? This is
mine, do you hear me? Mine,” he said with a growl.

“Yes.” She gasped as he swivelled his hips,
driving hard inside her.

Isaac felt the release from the tip of his toes
course through his entire body. He slammed inside her innocent body and came
with a roar, his seed shooting against her womb as he did. Pleasure sparked
inside his head as dots appeared before his vision. He felt lost to the sea of
sensation as his climax ripped through him. Moments later, he collapsed on top
of her. He was too boneless to move. She held him to her as he gained his
bearings once again.

When the pleasure subsided, he knew he had to
get up and clean her. Noelle had given him something precious, and he would
keep every part of her with him. He pulled away from her, and his now flaccid
cock came out of her body. Her wince made him look down at the flesh he’d just
pounded. A small amount of blood was on his cock and her thighs. On closer
inspection he saw it was only her virgin blood.

“Stay still. I’ll clean you up.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I do.” He kissed her on the lips before he
moved from the bed. Seeing the blood of her innocence had struck a chord inside
him. He’d taken something precious, something that she couldn’t pass onto
anyone else.

He went to the small bathroom on the opposite
side of the room. He found a small towel. Rinsing the towel under warm water,
he went back in to see her sitting up.

“Lie down,” he said as he approached.

She leaned back against the pillows. He applied
the warm towel to her pussy, soaking up some of the blood and semen while he
did.

“I’m sorry.”

Isaac glanced up to see her staring at him with
tears in her eyes.

“Don’t be sorry. What you’ve given me is a gift,
and I’ll cherish it always.”

“Isn’t that a little old? I thought treasuring a
woman’s virginity was a little outdated.” She smiled, but he could see it was
forced.

“I’m an older guy, and I still treasure it.” He
rinsed the cloth of the blood and semen and bought it back to lie on her red
pussy.

Isaac lay next to her, wrapping his hands around
her. “I want to hold you.”

Chapter Fourteen

Noelle woke up the following morning, and her
body ached, especially between her thighs. She felt an arm over her waist, and
when she turned over she saw Isaac watching her.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning.” She felt the blush heat her cheeks.

“Last night I was inside you, and this morning
you blush?” She knew he was teasing, but at the mention of the night before she
felt the heat in her cheeks intensify.

“I guess I thought last night was a dream.”

He reached down between the blankets and touched
her mound. She gasped as his finger slid between her wet folds. She was shocked
by how wet she was and how much she wanted him already.

“Well, I’m pleased to give you a good time.” He
slid his fingers inside her body. She winced from the raw contact. “You’re still
sore from last night?”

Reluctantly she nodded her head.

“Come on. I know it’s only a shower. Let’s get
ready to leave.” Isaac pulled the blanket from her. She went to climb out of
the bed, but he was there, lifting her up in his arms.

“You don’t have to carry me. I know I’m heavy.”

“I like you in my arms, Elle. You’re not too
heavy for me. In fact you’re just right.” He carried her into the small
bathroom. Placing her on the toilet, he began running the shower. She watched
as he tested the water before carrying her into the stall. He placed her
directly under the jets with him at her back. She’d never shared anything with
a man, and in less than twenty-four hours she’s lost her virginity, slept in
the same bed, and now was sharing a shower with the same man. She didn’t
consider Brad in the same league. He was her friend, and there could never be
any attraction between them.

She wet her hair as she heard him rustling
around.

“They have fresh soap for us to use.” Isaac
pulled her hair out of the way and began to soap her body with his hands. “I
wouldn’t use their sponge.” She bit her lip as he moved down her body, soaping
her body using his hands as a sponge. A moan escaped her as he soaped her
breasts, tugging on her nipples.

“I didn’t know a sponge could do that,” she
said.

“I’m a special sponge, and I want to hear you
scream for me.” He teased each nipple having her panting in his arms before he
moved down to her pussy.
 
He used both of
his hands to open her lips and tease her clit. The pleasure shot through her
whole body. She grabbed onto the wall to keep herself upright.

Seconds later she shuddered as her release came.
Isaac held her. She guessed it was to keep her from falling.

“Hold onto the wall,” he said. Isaac placed her
hands flat on the wall bending her at the waist. “Don’t move.”