Huge Working Hero (Hard Working Hero 3)

I can't contain myself with this beauty beneath me. She softly touches the side of her neck, caressing her skin as her eyes glaze over. Her tongue runs across her bottom lip, and she arches her back, begging for me take her.

Pushing myself up on my knees, I unbuckle my belt and pull the button free. I stand up and take my wallet out of my pocket, grabbing a condom from inside. Letting my shorts fall to the floor, I palm my cock, slowly moving my hand up and down.

Her eyes grow wide. So big and brown and full of gold glitter and amber lights. Kelsie tugs her bottom lip into her mouth, a concerned look filling her face.

“What's wrong?” I ask.

“I, I um. . .” She fumbles her bottom lip, her nerves taking hold. “I—”

“You what? You don't want to do this? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No, that's not it. I'm just not sure how to say it.”

“Just say it. I'm a big boy, I can handle it.” I give her a smile, hoping to ease whatever fear is trying to her take over right now.

If she's worried about her parents, I get it. We can wait. As much as the blue balls I'll leave with will make the rest of my day uncomfortable, I won't pressure her to do anything.

Kelsie exhales a long, winded breath, and closes her eyes. When she opens them again, she looks straight at me. “I'm a virgin.” The words come out clear.

A virgin? So, that means I'll be her first.

The thought is exciting. To be the first cock in her pussy. To pop her cherry and claim her as mine makes my insides go crazy. But I'm not the type of guy who's going to pressure her into doing something she's not ready for. I won't do that, no matter how badly I want it.

She needs to say yes, and she needs to want it. I'm not going to leave her with a head full of regret.

“Are you nervous?” I ask. She nods, not saying a word. “We don't have to if you're not ready.”

“No,” she chirps quickly. “It's not that. I'm ready, it's just my nerves, is all. I mean, look at me, my hands are shaking.” She holds out her hand, and her fingers are trembling.

“I don't want you to feel like you have to do this. We can wait.”

She shakes her head and reaches up to pull me down on top of her. “I don't want to wait. I want you, Brand.” The way she says my name sends chills down my spine.

I swoop my hand under her neck and hold her. She lets out a long silent moan as I kiss her throat, fluttering kisses up the curve of her jaw and across her chin until I find her mouth. I kiss her slow and tender.

Our lips mash together, our breathing in sync. She inhales, her tits lifting, and her nipples brushing my skin. I inhale with her, my chest pressing down on her tits.

I slide my free hand over her hip and down her thigh. My cock slips up between her folds, but I don't go inside her yet. I rub her clit up and down with my shaft. She's so tender. Every stroke of her pussy causes her stomach to tremble and thighs to clench my waist.

“Are you ready?” I ask. “I want this to be perfect. I don't want to hurt you.”

“I'm ready.” She whispers as she runs her nails softly up and down my back. “I've never been more ready than I am right now.” Her legs open wide, and she angles her hips.

I pull back my hips and line up my cock with her entrance. I'm moving slow and gentle. I can't take my eyes off her. I'm searching her eyes for any fear, pain, or discomfort. The thought of causing her any distress makes my chest hurt.

She digs her nails into my back as I lower my hips. “Are you okay?” I ask, holding my body still. I'm afraid to move any further.

Kelsie nods as she bites her bottom lip. “I'm all right. Keep going.”

With utter slowness, I push inch after inch of my cock inside her pussy. She's warm, wet, and her walls tighten like elastic as she clenches around me. She feels so fucking good, I almost let loose, forgetting that this is her first time.

My hips want to move, my dick is throbbing, demanding to be unleashed. But I can't just yet. I need to follow her lead, to let her control how fast or how slow we go.

She's in charge right now. This is for her. And I want her to remember it with butterflies and a hammering heart, not pain and regret.

I pull my hips back, then push back in. Her back arches high and her nails tear at my skin. My eyes are on her face, studying her closely. Her lids are glued shut, and she's still biting on her bottom lip.