Ride Hard

He growls then grins. “Yeah, your pretty virgin pussy is all wet and primed for my monster cock.”

I watch as he leans back and takes hold of his dick, moving the tip up and down my center, brushing the crown along my clit and sending shockwaves through me. I writhe for him, silently beg for more.

The sounds of him moving through my wetness echo in the room, and I can’t help but gasp again. My body feel like it’s going to explode in pleasure from this alone. I forget about everything else and just… feel, just absorb that this man is here with me, that I feel something incredible for him.

And it’s like the sky opens up and I see stars.

I can’t help but reach out and grip his biceps, my fingernails scoring his flesh. He hisses out, but the grin he gives me tells me Ride likes it.

“Fuck, you’re a little hellion, aren’t you?”

I can’t speak, can’t even respond. I’m too worked up, and not even the thought of the pain of losing my virginity can dim this moment.

I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, but Ride is there, leaning down, running his tongue along the small wound.

“I’d rather cut off my arm than hurt you, but it’s inevitable, baby.”

I nod. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay,” I promise. And I will be.

I don’t know Ride all that well in the grand scheme of things, but as I look into his eyes, I trust him.

“We’ll go slow at first, yeah?” he tells me, while moving so he’s stretched over me, our bodies touching, our gazes locked. He moves his fingers down to my clit and slides them against the swollen bud. My body jerks, and I’m so on edge that I know I can fall over the cliff from this alone.

He slips his finger down and teases my opening. I feel my body tighten, knowing he’ll soon have something much bigger than his finger in me.

“Relax for me, baby. Don’t tense. Just feel me. I’ll make sure to take care of you.”

It takes a few seconds—but I start to soften for him, relax on the mattress, just let myself feel like he said.

And when he places the tip of his big shaft at my entrance, starts to slide in just the tiniest bit, I hold my breath.

“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he says right before he slams into me.

“Ride. Oh, God,” I cry out when he rips through my virginity, claiming my hymen, marking me… ruining me for anyone else. And that pleases me to no end, I realize.

“Holy fuck,” he grits out. “So fucking tight. It’s like you’re strangling me.” He stills within me, and I feel my body clench around him. “Hold me, baby. Hold me,” he groans as he pulls out of me and sinks back in deep. He stills when he’s inside again, and I know he’s grappling with his control.

“I know it hurts, but relax and I promise it’ll feel good, baby girl.”

I nod, trusting him.

He starts a slow and easy pace in me, in and out, back and forth. He’s not rushing, not forcing anything. And as the seconds move by, I feel myself really relaxing, that discomfort dwindling until I feel the pleasure start to take root.

“Yes,” I whimper, my inner muscles involuntarily squeezing at his cock.

“So fucking tight, baby. Your pussy is like a vice around me.” He continues to pound into me. Gone is the slow and gentle. In its place is the man I’ve come to want feverishly. “I need you to come with me, need you to go over the fucking edge right along with me and suck the cum from my balls.”

I can’t help but thrash my head back and forth, trying to suck in air, trying to comprehend how I can feel so good. I wrap my legs around Ride’s lean waist, grind my pussy on him, and love that I’m the cause of the rumble that leaves his chest.

Ride reaches down and starts tweaking my nipples, pulling the tips until I’m thrusting them in his grasp, wanting more like a hungry fiend. My inner muscles tighten around his cock, pulling at the length, needing it deeper, milking him.

And my orgasm slams through me, stealing my breath, my very sanity.

He leans down and sucks a taut peak into his mouth, drawing a cry of lust from me. My orgasm is barely dimming when Ride is reaching down and moving his hand between us to seek out my clit. He pinches the engorged, throbbing nub, just as I feel another orgasm rise up in me.

“Yes,” I scream out as I tumble over the edge.

“Fuck. Yeah. Langley.

And at that moment, I know he’s come with me.

I can feel his cum fill me, as if he’s unloading, draining his balls, so I’m forced to take it all. Jet after jet of his seed fills me, and I want it all. I feel filthy and sexy, ecstasy claiming me… Ride owning me.