Seven Roses (Haremworld)

“No, keep going.” I let my hands rest on his muscular hips and tried to shift my body against him to bring him further into my pussy.

His motions got faster, moving from the entrance to the deepest point he had penetrated fairly fast. After a few thrusts, he pushed just a little deeper. The rapid motion felt good, but I felt an intense pressure each time he pushed himself further inside me. I could see the storm of passion still brewing in his eyes and the scent of our combined lust began to fill the room. My body was swarming with endorphins of excitement, even though the fear of feeling him go deeper kept me on edge. I knew I would relax once he was all the way in, but it was going to take a while for that to happen.

The process of turning my pussy into a paradise of pleasure for the both of us wasn’t one that was moving very fast. I was glad he allowed me to adjust and took his time, even if I craved the apex of our satisfaction. He could have easily forced himself all the way in and pounded me with little regard for my own well-being. When he reached the midway point and had half of his cock inside my pussy, he leaned back and started to fuck that spot without going deeper. His muscles tensed and his cock throbbed as his passion seemed to get even hotter.

“You feel so fucking good.” He grunted and his jaw tightened as he kept thrusting. “I could cum right now.”

“Not yet.” I shook my head back and forth. “I want all of you.”

The words sounded strange coming from my lips. My need was growing and the feeling of his cock was making me start to feel the same kind of pleasure I felt when he was pleasuring me with his tongue, although it was slightly muted. I knew it would feel better when he didn’t have to hold back. The faster he went, the better it felt and the less pain there was. His grunts intensified and then he pushed himself deeper.

I bit down on my lip from the sudden pressure of having more of my pussy stretched, especially when he pushed further than he had previously. He let me adjust to that feeling for a moment and then started to work his cock back to the entrance where it was poised for a second before being thrust inside me again. A sudden surge of pleasure roared through my body and my eyes got wide. He slid his cock along the inside of my pussy again and it was repeated.

He had reached my g-spot and the way it felt when it was manipulated by his cock overwhelmed my senses. The pleasure that surged from it was even more intense than what I felt when he was working my clitoris over with his tongue. I started to moan even more—lighter at first, but then they started coming out between gasps of pleasure.

“Damn, I never knew it could feel like that.” My abdominal muscles clenched as he rubbed it again with the length of his cock.

He grunted a response but I could tell he was locked in a primal need to release the pressure building up inside of him. It was a mirrored reflection of what I felt when his lips were between my legs. He picked up the pace a little more, pushing deeper. The pleasure of having my g-spot stimulated made the pain give way to nothing but pressure. There was a light sting when the flesh was stretched, but the thrill of my unfolding desire was keeping it quelled. I felt like I was going to asphyxiate on my own passionate breaths as they were drawn and exhaled so quickly. He pushed himself deeper until I finally felt his abdominal muscles against my thighs.

One final thrust and he was all the way in. His cock stayed buried there for a moment and it throbbed with his lust. He worked it slowly back to the entrance and pushed it again. He repeated the motion, with each thrust getting faster. My tightness stayed clenched on his dick, but the harder he fucked me, the better it felt.

“Now you’re gonna make me cum.” His back arched and his hips picked up speed as his cock pounded into me.

I could feel his cock tightening even more than it already was. It pulsated each time he went deep into my pussy. My body was close to another orgasm and I knew it was going to happen. Each thrust across my g-spot made the intensity grow. My muscles were already tightening like they did when he was circling my clit, but the sensations were even stronger. He hammered my pussy so fast that I could barely stay in position on the bed. I had to hold onto his hips and dig my nails in just to keep my body moving against his. He leaned forward and rolled my hips so that he was driving himself directly down into me. The bed creaked from that motion and it felt like the posts could collapse from the furiousness of his thrusts.

My body started to shake and there was no holding back. I felt the spasms begin, laced with pure bliss when my orgasm started to roar from within me. My pussy tightened on his cock so much that he grunted while he struggled to keep up the same speed. A growl rushed across his lips and then I saw his head go back. The condom swelled inside of me as his erratic thrusts slammed into my pussy. I could feel the cum rushing through his shaft before it filled the condom and caused it to balloon. The speed slowed as his desire was fulfilled. My body continued to shake as he finally stopped and let his cock rest deep inside me.

“That was incredible...” My body sank into the bed as my muscles relaxed.

“Yeah.” He slowly withdrew his cock and then collapsed beside me with his breathing still causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly.

We didn’t say anything else. He took me in his arms and I lay there while our breathing and our heartbeats returned to normal. After about an hour of being locked in an embrace, he got up and removed the condom. I heard it hit the trash can and I was afraid he would leave, but then he returned to the bed and took me in his arms. We shifted until we could get underneath the covers and cuddled in the warmth.

My emotions were in a flurry and the reality started to settle in. I was no longer a virgin. I had slept with a man on the very first date and I had no promise of a future with him. I wasn’t even guaranteed to see him again after Seven Roses was over. It was a moment of blind passion with little regard for what would come next. I had never done anything like that before and it would be played into the living room of every household that turned on the channel.

I didn’t regret my decision. I did it because I wanted Markus, but the impact of what we did would follow me for the rest of my life. I would always be the virgin that slept with Markus Cole on Seven Roses—that was how people would remember me.

My stomach was a knot when I finally did go to sleep. I was happy where I was, but I knew the morning hours would bring all sorts of challenges as I had to move past the date with Markus and go out with someone else.

Chapter 8: Dawson

My agent had sent in an application to Seven Roses when we were getting ready to release our last album. I wasn’t a fan of dating shows, but some other rock stars had managed to turn it into a nice piece of publicity. I thought it should be me and a lot of girls, not me competing with other guys for one girl. My agent disagreed and said most of the fans I got when I was a teen heartthrob were now mommies with kids of their own. They would rather see me looking for love than lusting after bikini-clad strippers. I trusted my agent’s judgment, but I would have still preferred to be the only guy getting the attention.

Charles Montgomery just happened to catch me after a tour, and although I was looking forward to some relaxation, my agent said it would still be a good opportunity. I really hadn’t put much thought into the application when I didn’t hear anything, and the album I was trying to promote was already two years old. The media blitz was certainly over.

The last thing I expected when I walked through the doors was to be offered an arrangement that seemed almost crazy. One girl with seven guys? Even if I wasn’t home much because of my lifestyle, I didn’t want to be on the roa

d knowing someone else was plowing my lady.

“I’m not so sure I buy this virgin shtick.” The six of us that weren’t out with Lyn were all sitting in the living room watching her date with Markus unfold.

“Why?” Charles looked over at me and sipped his glass of Scotch.

“She’s clearly giving Markus some fuck-me eyes.” That was the only way I could describe the way she looked at him when they were in the car after dinner.

“Half the women in America were looking at Markus like that after he was eliminated from the last show.” Charles shook his head. “Virgin or not.”

“I bet she fucks him.” I leaned back in my chair and reached for my beer.