The Squad

I flung my jeans off the side of the bed and lost my tee-shirt over my head before tugging at the sweats she wore. “Fuuuuck…baby!” I’ve never seen anything more perfect—long tapered legs, a neat little waist, and those tits that looked store-bought but felt real. No one should be this perfect, and she’s mine.

Somehow, now that she’d let me get this far, I no longer felt the need to pounce on her right away and fuck her into the ether. Now I wanted to touch every part of her, to own it before letting her off my bed. My eyes followed the progress of my hands as they made their way down her middle to between her thighs.

She arched when my fingers found her but still didn’t make a sound. I worked her with my fingers, finger fucking her juices from her until my fingers were soaking wet. Poleaxed! That’s the feeling I had when her scent hit me for the first time. That beast that had only just awakened came fully awake and roared.

I lifted her tiny ass in my hands and brought her up to my mouth; she screamed. The first real sound she made, and it was music to my ears.

“What’re you… Jason?” Wait, no one had ever done this for her? The surprise in her tone told me as much.

I’d made it a point since I first touched her not to bring any of that shit with me. Not to think of any of the things that had been done to her. If I could somehow erase it all from her memory, I would. That’s why I need to be the one to kill them with my bare hands. I have to wipe them all off the face of the earth. Not her, not Track, and not any of the others upstairs, me.

She’s my woman, my mate, and I must be the one to avenge her, to heal her wounds no matter how long it takes, but this, knowing that I was the first to give her this, helped soothe the beast within me. Knowing that she’d never had her pussy eaten was like throwing gasoline on an already raging fire.

I wasn’t aware of the guttural sounds I made or what they were doing to her. I only knew that she moved against my mouth and tongue wantonly, that her fingers gripped my hair as she fucked herself on my tongue, and those screams of pleasure…they went straight to my dick.

I wanted to take my time, I really did. But her taste and scent were wreaking havoc on my ass, and I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer. “I’m coming inside you now.” I started to guide my cockhead to her sweet opening but stopped at the last second. Instead, I grabbed her hand and wrapped it around my cock, and from the way, her eyes widened in disbelief, I knew she’d never felt anything like it.

“He’s not going to hurt you. Put him inside you.” She seemed uncertain for the first time, and I ended up having to help guide him through her soft folds. “Fuck, so tight!” I gritted my teeth against the sting of having her tight as fuck pussy wrapped around the head of my cock. It felt like someone had snapped a rubber band around my shit.

It slammed into me all at once just how tiny her little ass really is. Looking down at her, I covered her from head to toe, her face barely reaching my chest. And in seeing this, something inside me softened and opened up. I felt it the moment this beautiful creature entered my heart and wrapped herself around me.

I would’ve cried if my dick was crying out for release; the moment was that special. I eased back and out of her, leaving just the bare tip of my cock inside her soft heat. When I leaked inside her, I realized that for the first time in my life, I was inside a woman without protection. Me, who usually makes sure whoever I’m with is on some kind of birth control even though I’m using a condom, was entering her raw, and I didn’t care.

“Look at me!” I could see the strain in her eyes as I eased my way into her, forcing my girth through her tight folds, gritting my teeth hard against the pressure. It took monumental strength for me not to push too hard too soon when I got the first few inches inside her, and that liquid heat that was her cunt juice coated the head of my cock.

Jason

There are no words to describe how it felt once I was inside her all the way. I’ve heard it spoken of before, read where men and women tried to explain this very feeling, and now understand why they all fell short of putting the emotion into words; that’s because there are no words in any language to do it justice. The only thing that comes close is…my forever.