This chapter contains graphic sexual details. Readers discretion is advised

Goldie blushed at his dirty talk and got lost in thought. She was perched upon the bed, patiently waiting, throbbing at the crotch. The thought of sex with Louie had already made her moist, and she had thought of it on numerous occasions before. Goldie was confused as to why she was agreeing to it, but then blamed it on him, inwardly noting that he made the suggestive comment in the first place, which put the idea in her head. In regards to her thoughts about it before... well, a woman wonders.. Inwardly, and something she wouldn't admit for a long time, was that she found him extremely attractive. Even with the age difference, everything that would be an utter turn-off for a regular girl, was only something Goldie could easily look past. Besides, his handsome appearance reminded her of what a man he was.

"Alright, Goldie," his voice had it's usual calm tone, but also a seductive twist that made her bite her lip. "This is a one time thing."

She nodded, her womanhood thrumming with every breath she took, desperate. In a matter of moments, he had pounced on her, forcing her back onto the mattress. His mouth hungrily bit at hers before engaging them in a hot, kiss. To his surprise, Goldie immediately battled for dominance, to which he aggressively denied. Her tongue tasted as delicious as he expected.

Tiny moans escaped her as Louie's tongue began exploring her mouth regions, occasionally brushing against her own tongue as he did so. He broke away, panting, and lacing his fingers with hers.

"Goldie..." he spoke in a low, completely different voice. It was enticed. It was aroused. He was plain horny for the woman beneath him.

The feeling was mutual.

It was only when they began to violently kiss again did both realise they had been longing for this lust, longing for this very pleasurable moment. Breaking the kiss for a second time, Louie left wet kisses across her jaw and neck, a thin trail of spit connecting the marks he mischievously left. Her moaning urged him on, nipping and biting onto the sensitive spots, causing her to moan louder.

His knuckles paled, and he gripped her slender hand so much rougher than he did the first time. He felt his throbbing member harden and enlarge against her crotch, which caused Goldie to gasp in shock at his size. She grinded their hips together, scraping her nails down his back, leaving light scratch marks for him to remember this moment. The pain was truly intoxicating; the haze of the moment caused him to arch his back in pleasure at her scratching. He nibbled cheekily against her collarbone, his teeth doing an excellent job of marking his progress.

"Come on, Sharpie. You can do better than that." she teased.

The jeer of his counterpart ignited something within him. His breath intense, he fiercely caught a grip on her outfit and ripped without a second thought. Goldie yelped, not in disappointment or fear or annoyance, but in excitement.

Accidentally scratching at her skin a few times and leaving gashes across her beautiful body, he ripped the outfit apart, undergarments and all, the beast inside him finally coming to life. Holding her down by the shoulders, he instantly suckled on her left nipple, tweaking and pulling on the right, rubbing his thumb in all directions. Her moaning got louder, with each suck and with each tug. Her nails were clinging to his bed sheets.

"Come on. Beg for mercy. Do I need to bite you?" he growled.

His dirty talk only seemed to make her more aroused.

Following his instinct, he bit down with his sharp teeth onto the soft, pink flesh. Her unexpected cry out sent a brilliant vibration through his desperate cock. Precum was already dripping; if she kept making those sounds he would explode and he wouldn't have even got to fuck her senseless. She knew he loved it. She knew every time she opened her mouth his manhood got so much harder. And yet, she did it, to ridiculously tease him... and because she couldn't really help it.

He massaged her stomach with his tongue, licking every inch he could manage, causing her to squirm. He caught a small glimpse of her face above her bosom. Her mouth wet, wide open, her eyes full of colour, her vision hazy, her face in a bashful blush, and even better, she was dripping helplessly onto his sheets. It drove him crazy.

Oh, how in love with her he was, and now he was exploring her body like it were a mountain. The animal inside him was hungry and ready to hunt. Ready to mate like the wild beast he truly was. To make Goldie feel better than she has ever felt; he wanted her to beg, to scream, to unleash the forbidden emotions inside her and shake the building apart. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, a chance he may never receive again, depending on Goldie's choice, and he was ready to make the most out of it.

Goldie was feeling intense pleasure and was knocking her knees at every movement the man made on her. Biting, sucking, scratching, marking, gashing, kissing, everything he did, it never pained her; it only caused her to groan in immense and deep arousal. The emotion of 'lust' inside her was horny above all levels.

Having moved backwards, rather up than down, he bit at her collarbone and the warm, crimson liquid trickled to the pillow in a thin line which quickly disappeared within the steam of the moment. Darting from the collar to her stomach again, he continued to kiss until he reached the groin area, causing her to flinch gently the lower he went. Chuckling under his sex-absorbed breath, he lifted his head to make eye contact with her, heating the moment further.

"How's it going? Enjoying it so far?" he said in a somewhat mocking manner, which caused Goldie to scoff.

She would have retorted with a sardonic comment as usual, but she was too breathless to even do so, therefore attempting to do it with her eyes instead. Although they were glazed over from the passion, she got her message across, and Louie only cackled in response.

"You'll see. Lucky for you, the fun hasn't even started yet."

"What... do you mean?" Goldie collected herself and eventually gathered her desired oxygen.

Her calm stature returned, but the bashful blush remained, making her so much more out of character than she wished was possible.

"This is what I mean." the glint of his smirk signaling oncoming danger.

Before she could blink, her legs were forced apart and Louie was down below, his lips pressed against her warm, vaginal flesh. He let his tongue explore her outer skin, lining the barrier with his spit, going gentle at first, to ease her in. He flicked his hungry tongue against her clit, making her moan out in the pleasure she lusted for. His nails scraped and dug straight into her soft thighs, and the tremble of them underneath his palms only made him strike a menacing grin against her pulsing pussy. Saliva and bodily fluids were dripping onto his bed sheets as he forced his tongue inside of her, letting her walls swallow it up. The taste was utterly incredible; utterly bitter-sweet. Using the top of his jaw, he let his teeth chomp lightly at the clit, the excruciating agony mixing with the indescribable pleasure in Goldie's bod, making her roar a moan so different from the rest. She was enjoying it. He could see it. He could feel it. He could taste it.

The blood boiled underneath his skin, ready for more, the adrenaline shooting through his veins and his neglected cock. He gave her a last desperate lick and he reluctantly pulled away, although the fun wasn't over. Licking his lips, he removed his own clothing within short moments and took a few seconds to listen to her heavy, heavy breathing. He purred as he kissed her left thigh, and she groaned and shook in reply.

"You animal..." Goldie mumbled, unable to finish her phrase as she trailed into another strangled moan. The unfinished sentence, however, reminded him exactly what he was.

It only painted another smile upon him. He was craving her. Her voice, her love.

They both knew exactly what they wanted; and they wanted it bad.

His long, solid and erect manhood was exposed and prepared for this moment. Playing with Goldie with his fingers, she twitched and salivated, only satisfying his sight more. Desperately making intimate eye contact with her, his eyes heavy yet focused, and a vein visible on his forehead due to his concentration, Goldie couldn't help but flush a scarlet colour, not only due to the delightful pleasure she was receiving, but due to his sole purpose of the moment only being her. Only thinking of her, only drowning himself within the inner passion of her. They wanted each other, and they both knew it dead straight.

Unable to wait any longer, his cock aching for touch, for entrance into Goldie, his desire to fuck her itching at his mind, he forced her open once more and let her take his length. Her walls constricted as she threw her head back in ecstasy and intense pain of losing her virginity. In absolute bliss were the both of them, a heaven, it was almost a blur as he made her mind go completely blank. Forcing her legs even further back, he thrusted in and out of her, nearly reaching his climax so soon. Moan, moan, moan, was all he heard, his skin dotted with goosebumps.

"Louie, come on!" even with her mouth full of howls and saliva and lack of oxygen, she had the nerve to taunt him. "Is that all you've got?!"

A tone she had never used before, probably due to her emotions bubbling furiously inside her that she was losing her natural character, had erupted, and shot at him like a bullet. Faster, harder, and deeper, he plunged into her with every ounce of his strength, the grunts and groans from him and the whines and moans from her actually overtaking the slapping of sweaty skin.

Goldie rocked her hips against her temporary lover in perfect rhythm. With a few more thrusts, Louie knew he was about to reach his limit.

"Goldie!" he yelled, closing his eyes and enjoying his last few moments on the seventh heaven.

He bit back his last moan regretfully, suddenly aware of his surroundings, but the orgasm was too strong to hold in. He moaned a low yet loud moan, and he was unable to pull out in time. Goldie also orgasmed in synch with him, their cum mixing into one passion-filled liquid as they both exploded in alternate directions. Any pain either felt subsided, and Louie crashed on top of her, chest heaving.

"Goldie..." he whispered into her hair, kissing her ear as he breathed his warm breath around it, tickling her.

However, she stayed silent, only running her fingertips gently to and fro on his brilliantly structured back, and letting herself calm down her breath with some form of technique.

"I l-" Louie started. He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, blushed, and rolled off, staring at the ceiling.

Gulping down the rest of his will to talk ever again, he avoided looking at her naked body, even though he had stared lovingly at it throughout the entire scenario. After a few minutes of regathering their breath, his voice broke the silence yet again.

"So?"

"So what?" she teased.

"You asked me to fuck you." he propped himself onto his elbow to stare at her smugly. "Satisfied?"

"Not quite." she sat up after saying so, straying Louie in the dust behind her, clueless. He became level with her after he also straightened.

"Huh?"

"I'm not satisfied."

"What?!" his voice rose to a gruff, aggravated tone that Goldie secretly found hilarious. "How could you say that?! Were you just there a few seconds ago?"

"Barely." she muttered, to which Louie blushed at, though only for a few seconds before he became enraged.

"Then what do I have to do to make you believe me?"

"Prove it to me. Harder. That wasn't hard enough." she glared daggers at him. "How about tomorrow? Sound good? Great."

And with that, she was wrapped in one of his old hoodies since her regular outfit lay tattered on the floor, up and out, leaving Louie stunned on his sweat-and-cum-soaked bed sheets.

"God..." he said through his teeth, albeit smirking, as he stared at the door she recently left through. "She took such a pounding, and yet she still asks for more."

He lay back onto the bed, linking his fingers proudly behind his head.