My moans and shivers slow. I become more steady. He wipes his stubble off on my thigh and then slowly stands up before me.
He’s hard. Erect. And bigger than before, if that’s possible.
God, his cock is otherworldly. It bends ever-so-slightly upward, giving me a perfect view of his massive balls.
I look him up and down, speechless.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“Fuck. Me neither. But here we are.”
He unpeels my panties, undoes my garter, and slowly rolls my second thigh-high off my leg. And there I lay before him. Naked. Pure. Staring as he kicks off his shoes, removes his shirt, takes off his pants.
His body is everything. Muscles yes, but thick and solid. His chest brushed with dusting of dark hair and I’m salivating. His cock is so intimidating. I have no idea how he is going to fit inside me. My mouth is one thing. But inside my pussy is another.
“It’s cherry-picking time, Princess.”
His dick is a throbbing veined rod that looks like it will split me in two.
“Will it hurt?” I ask, already knowing the answer, but hoping that he has some magic balm that will ease the pain before it begins.
Even though he just came, his balls hang low, heavy, full of cum again.
He takes his dick in his hand, working its length as he watches me. An expert stroke that draws his skin up tightly over the head, almost pinching the tip, before moving back down again.
“Yeah. For a second. But only a second. Maybe two.”
“Promise?”
“Don’t be scared. I’ve got you. What you offer me with your pain, I will pay you back a million-fold baby in pleasure. One sacrifice now for a world of dreams later.”
He takes a firm hold of my knee, moving up my thigh, and then places his own knees between my legs, helping me to scoot back so that my head is on the pillows. He adjusts them, to make sure I’m comfy.
“I like how you are with me.”
“Oh yeah? And how’s that?” He nudges my cheek with his nose, presses his forehead to mine.
“Kind. Sweet. Careful.” I bite my lip on a squint. “But also rough, cocky, demanding…”
Now he growls. I feel the tip of his cock right at my opening.
“But that’s the problem, Princess. Because I’m not sweet. And I’m not going to fuck you sweet.”
My breath hitches in my throat.
“Aren’t you?”
“Fuck, no. This is going to be a love-hate sort of fuck. I’ll love that I’m fucking you and I’ll hate that it will be only your first time once. I’d like to destroy your little virgin heaven over and over.” He reaches up, clasping my hands in each of his, pinning them on either side of my head. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t take your eyes off me.”
“I couldn’t even if I…”
Slowly, he starts to push in. The broad tip spreading my entrance.
Jesus, it hurts.
A burning, outrageous, sensuous pain fills my body from the inside out. I suck in a panicked breath and cry out as he pushes further and further inside me.
“Ouch, ouch, ou…”
The pain goes from red to white, then I feel invisible, lost in it.
How can something that big go inside me? I can’t breathe, this isn’t going to work, he’s going to tear me in two…what will my parents think when the coroner calls?
Your daughter…it was death by dick, I’m so sorry.
I open my mouth to beg him to stop but no sound comes out. His eyes are boring into mine, and I pray for him to read my mind, but instead, one last gut-wrenching thrust forward and time stops.
White light splashes across my vision and flaming arrows of pain shoot outward from my core.
I pant, pant, pant…like they teach women to do when they are giving birth, because that helps them manage the pain.
But then, just like that, between the pants, the sweat breaking over my body, it’s over. And the hot, red pain softens to a throbbing and there is such relief, such pleasure in its place. A rush of warmth spills from my body and as it hits my thighs, I know he can feel it too.
He drops down into me, caging me in with his body.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He grunts with another small thrust, then holds himself there, buried, strong and erect inside me. He slips one hand behind the small of my back, working his hips as he makes me his.
He finds his rhythm. He sweeps me into his experience, his desire. There is an untamed need to it, to feeling him fuck me, to feeling my body open to his like he’s the key unlocking something in the depths of me.
Like I was born for this. For him.
I wrap my hands around his triceps, feeling them flex and harden, tugging him downward, keeping him close and safe. I may be smaller, I may be younger, I may be less experienced, but something about him makes me want to take care of him however I can.