The old farmhouse creaked under the weight of the storm outside, rain lashing against the windows like an impatient lover. Inside, the fire crackled low in the hearth, casting long shadows over the rumpled bed where Kaiser sat, his broad shoulders tense beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Ophelia stood before him, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the laces of her chemisette. The air between them was thick enough to choke on—months of stolen kisses, whispered promises, and the kind of hunger that only innocence could make so desperate.
“You’re staring,” she murmured, though her lips twitched. She knew damn well he couldn’t look away.
Kaiser exhaled sharply, his cock already half-hard in his trousers. “Can you blame me?” His voice was rough, the kind of rough that made her thighs clench. “You’re about to let me see what’s mine.”
That word 'mine' sent a shiver down her spine. She tugged the chemisette free, letting it pool at her feet. The firelight loved her, tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the dark curls between her thighs. Kaiser’s breath hitched. He’d touched her before, sure, but never like this. Never with the understanding that tonight, there’d be no stopping.
Ophelia stepped forward, her bare knees pressing into the mattress. She reached for his shirt, yanking it open with more force than finesse. Buttons scattered. Kaiser groaned, his hands finding her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”
She answered by shoving him back against the pillows, straddling his lap before he could protest. The heat of him seared through the thin fabric of his trousers, his cock thick and insistent against her ass. Ophelia rocked once, just to hear the way his breath turned ragged. “I’ve waited long enough,” she whispered, grinding down again. “I want to know what it feels like when you fuck me.”
Kaiser’s control snapped. With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. His mouth crashed onto hers, tongue forcing its way past her lips, claiming her the way his cock soon would. Ophelia arched into him, her moans swallowed by the kiss, her nails raking down his back when he finally—finally—tugged his trousers down far enough to free his dick.
It was bigger than she’d imagined, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. She licked her lips. Kaiser noticed. His grip on her wrists tightened. “You want a taste?”
She didn’t hesitate. Ophelia wriggled free, pushing him onto his back before taking him in her hand. The first lick was experimental, her tongue swirling over the crown. Kaiser hissed, his hips jerking upward. “Fuck, Ophelia—”
She took that as encouragement. Her lips parted, stretching around him as she sank down, her throat fluttering when the head hit the back. Kaiser’s fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as she bobbed her head, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The sounds he made—grunts, curses, her name like a prayer—had her pussy throbbing, wet and empty.
“Enough,” he gasped, pulling her off with a wet pop. “I’m not coming in your pretty mouth the first time.”
Ophelia barely had time to whine before he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so her ass was in the air. His palm cracked against her flesh, the sting making her yelp, her pussy clenching around nothing. “Kaiser!”
“You like that?” Another smack, this one lower, his fingers dipping between her thighs to find her soaked. “Dirty girl. Already dripping for me.”
She was. God, she was. Ophelia pushed back against his touch, her moans muffled against the quilt. Kaiser didn’t make her wait. He lined himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against her entrance. For a second, neither of them moved. Then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside.
The burn was sharp, stretching her open in a way her fingers never had. Ophelia cried out, her knuckles white where she clutched the sheets. Kaiser groaned, his forehead pressing between her shoulder blades. “Fuck, you’re tight. Like a damn vise.”
She panted, her body adjusting to the intrusion, the fullness. When he pulled back and thrust again, the pain bled into something else—something good. Ophelia rocked back against him, her ass slapping against his thighs as he set a punishing rhythm. The bedframe knocked against the wall, the sound lost under their ragged breathing, the wet slap of skin on skin.
Kaiser’s hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit. “Come on, wifey,” he growled, circling the swollen bud. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
That did it. The orgasm hit her like a runaway horse, her walls clamping down around him as she screamed, her body shuddering with the force of it. Kaiser didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, his own release building until, with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his cum filling her in hot, thick spurts.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, Kaiser still half-inside her, his breath warm against her neck. Ophelia turned her head, catching his lips in a lazy kiss. “Was it… everything you thought it’d be?”
Kaiser smirked, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her hip. “Better. But we’re doing it again. And again.” He rolled her onto her back, his cock already stirring against her thigh. “Starting now.”
Ophelia laughed, but the sound turned into a gasp when his mouth found her breast while the storm is raging from the outside.