STRIPPED (The Slate Brothers 3)

“I’m going to fuck you for hours tonight, Anna. But I want to start like this. I want you to lose your virginity riding my cock. I want you to slide down on me as deep as you can manage, because I want to watch your face while I take your virginity. Understand?”

I nod, still shaking.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he says, then slaps my ass hard. “Good girl. Are you ready?”

I nod again.

He grins wickedly. “Good. Now take my cock, Anna. Give yourself to me.”

Chapter 13

I bite my lip and fight the urge to close my eyes, then slowly, carefully, sink my hips down. I groan as the head of his cock presses at my pussy entrance, then slides into me, immediately straining against my sides. The feeling makes me gasp, makes me pant— this is nothing like having his fingers or tongue in me, nothing at all. Tyson squeezes my ass, and I slide a bit farther down, my lips parting and eyes widening as I take him in slowly, as I feel him filling me, stretching me around him.

“That’s right,” Tyson says, words choked, and I can see he’s fighting the urge to close his eyes too. “Keep going, sweetheart. You can take more.”

“I—“

“Shh,” he says, and I nod, then sink down further, until I truly can’t handle any more— though perhaps that’s because I can already feel my core electrifying, the orgasm growing in my chest. It hurts, having his enormous cock in me, but in the most perfect way— an ache that I want to repeat again and again. I inhale, lift up, then push down again, riding him.

“There we go,” he says. “Go on. Ride me.”

I nod and lean forward, pumping up and down slowly, letting him take my virginity inch by inch, stroke by stroke. I moan when he spanks my ass and pushes his hips up, forcing another inch of himself into my pussy. I speed up, and Tyson groans.

“You’re so tight. I’ve never been in such a tight pussy,” he says. “You’re perfect, Anna. You’re perfect, and you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I pant, going a little faster. I’m dripping, my wetness sliding down the sides of his shaft as I ride him with more and more certainty. “I’m yours,” I add in a whisper, then cry out as his cock rubs me just right, against the front of my pussy. I lean forward to strike that place again. I’ve never felt anything like it.

“I’ll fuck you however I want, you know. Wherever I want,” he says, grasping my shoulders and pulling my left breast into his mouth. I cry out again, a wail of pleasure that I suspect can be heard from the street, but I don’t care. He grips my ass tighter, then fingers that entrance in a way that makes me want to scream from delight.

“Yes,” I say, nodding.

“Say it,” he orders, his mouth still on my nipple.

“You’ll fuck me however you want. You’ll fuck me wherever you want. I’ll take it. I’ll take you,” I say in a ragged, desperate voice. “Tyson, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me. Come for the first time with a cock in you, Anna,”

He didn’t need to order me— it was going to happen no matter what. An orgasm shreds me body, and I feel my pussy tightening around Tyson’s cock, my body clenching as pleasure like I’ve never known before blinds me to the world. His mouth on my nipple, his cock buried in me— it’s all so much, and I collapse forward, trembling at the rush of sensations, sweating and shaking.

Tyson pulses his cock in and out of me lightly as the orgasm fades, sucks my nipple a little more gently, holding me to him like I’m precious. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Are you alright?”

“Mmhmm,” I say, not entirely able to form words. He’s still straining at my pussy, and even as the orgasm fades, it feels so amazing that I have trouble speaking.

“You’re going to come again for me,” he says. “You’re going to come plenty more times tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can,” I admit hazily as the world comes back into focus.

“You can. I’ll make sure of it,” he says firmly, and then kisses my head. I don’t know how he does it, exactly, but he’s suddenly rolled me over, cock still in me, and is on top. I shudder as he begins to fuck me, stretching my pussy around him with each stroke. He takes my wrists and holds them over my head with one hand, so I can’t twist away— not that I would have, but I like knowing I can’t. I like knowing he meant it, earlier, when he said he’d fuck me however he wants. I arch my back against him as he drives deeper. Tyson begins to groan with each stroke.