“Yes,” I manage to moan out, wanting him so bad it hurts.
My pussy is throbbing for him. My clit is on fire as he rubs it.
“Okay, it might hurt a little,” he says, as he pushes himself inside me.
It does hurt, as my hole stretches open for him while he works his way deeper inside me. But the way he’s playing with my clit feels so good I don’t even care.
He reaches his hand under my ass and takes one of my butt cheeks in his free hand.
Squeezing it gently, he says, “Fuck yeah. That’s my little girl. Letting me put my big cock in your tiny little virgin pussy.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, now that he’s all the way inside me, filling me up and stuffing me full of his wide, long cock.
It doesn’t hurt anymore. There’s only pure pleasure as he fucks me.
“That feels so good,” I whimper. “Please. Don’t stop. I’m going to cum.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll never stop,” he says, thrusting in and out of me. “Now that I have you, I’m never letting go. I’ll fuck you and time I want, and I’ll be needing you at my constant disposal.”
“Okay, yes, sir,” I automatically say.
I don’t even know how this is going to be possible, considering I don’t even usually live here. But I would say whatever he wants right now because he is making such sweet love to me.
“I’m cumming,” I say, feeling a wave of ecstasy take me over. “I’m cumming on your cock.”
“That’s it,” he says, spanking my ass some, stretching my ass and pussy open even further with one hand while he keeps playing with my clit with the other.
“Oh, my God,” I say, as tons of my juices start shooting out of my pussy.
“That’s right, baby girl, don’t worry about that. That’s just called squirting. Your master just made you squirt. I can make your body do anything I want, upon my command.”
“Mmmm. Mmmm. Ooooh.”
I can’t stop moaning and groaning as he cock pounds me, harder now. As I feel it get even thicker and fuller inside me, I can tell he’s close to cumming again, too. In my pussy this time, instead of my mouth.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy hole,” he announces. “I’ll shoot my load right in your tight little cunt. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say, and then I think of something. “But…”
“I know,” he says, taking his hand and putting it over my mouth so that I can’t say anything else. “I’m not using a condom. I’m fucking your raw little pussy with my naked cock. I want to put a baby in you and claim you as mine forever.”
My eyes go wide as he keeps pounding my pussy.
He puts two fingers in my mouth and I suck on them like I had just been sucking on his dick. He reaches down and twists my nipples and says, “you’ll be mine to do with as I please. I’ll put clamps on these nipples. Or on your clit. I’ll put a plug in your butt and fuck your ass. I’ll do whatever I want to you, whenever I want. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” I agree, my voice muffled against his hand.
“Good,” he says, and I can feel his cock throbbing and pulsing in my pussy. “Because here I cum.”
Grunting, he empties his seed inside me, letting it spill out into me, squeezing my nipple as I writhe around, panting and screaming into his hand as I cum over and over again.
“Mmmm,” he says, as he takes his cock out of me once we’re both done.
Immediately my pussy feels empty and aching for him again. I never want him to be out of it. But it’s also sore and red and I know it could use some rest.
He looks down at it one more time and says, “Yes, that’s my pussy now. And you’re not only my pet but my girlfriend. Okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him, smiling.
He comes to lie down next to me on the bed, cuddling me in his strong arms.
“Don’t you worry about any financial problems anymore. Your tuition is more than taken care of. You can stay here in Ireland with me. Or we can divide our time between – what state did you say you were from?”
“Idaho,” I laugh, knowing that not many people are from there.
“Idaho. Whatever you want. Because I love you. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. This St. Patrick’s Day I’ve had the best luck ever, and I’m never going to let you go.”
“I love you, too,” I tell him, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.
My phone buzzes with another text, from where he had set it down on the dresser before taking my virginity.
“Sorry,” I say. “I think Sheila is wanting to know how I’m doing.”
“What are you going to tell her?” he asks me.