The Imperfections

I catch a whiff of her womanly scent as I spit on my index and middle fingers, and a sharp jolt of arousal goes straight to my cock.

This time, I make quick work of pushing my fingers into her, doing my best to lube up her tight little hole. I spit on my hand again and wet the tip of my dick, then I bring it to her pussy. This time, before it has a chance to dry, I push the tip inside her.

Alyssa gasps and cries out softly, strangling the fluff right out of my poor pillow as I push the head of my heavy cock into her. If she darts another look back at me and ruins this for me, I swear to God, I’m gonna beat her little ass.

I make a point of not looking at her just in case she tries it, but then as I inch deeper and deeper into her incredibly tight channel, I lose the mental capability to focus on anything else.

Holy fuck, she is tight. I have to go in slowly, so as not to stretch her too fast and hurt her. The slow claiming is fucking torture, too. With every fraction of an inch I push in, it gets harder and harder to breathe normally.

I close my eyes when I finally get all of my cock shoved inside her. I have to strain to keep myself in, because her body seems to be resisting my invasion, trying like hell to squeeze me back out.

The friction is fucking incredible, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Inwardly, I mutter a litany of fucks as I ease back slowly then push back in again, savoring the way her tight little pussy squeezes the life out of my dick as I do.

Holy shit.

I’m so swept up in how unbelievably good she feels, my world shrinks. It doesn’t matter how she came to be here, it doesn’t matter who she is—it doesn’t even matter that I have to fuck her face down so I don’t have to see any negative emotions that might be playing out on her face.

All that fucking matters is the mind-blowing sensation of my cock pumping into her. All that matters is the way her body grips mine and drives me out of my mind. All that matters is this pleasure and making sure it continues until it can’t anymore.

Just because I can’t look into her face while I fuck her doesn’t mean I don’t want to enjoy all the delights her body has to offer, so as I drive my cock deep into her pussy, I reach around and grab a handful of one of her breasts. She makes a noise when I do—surprise or dismay, I can’t be sure.

Her nipples are hard. As I finger the tight nub pressed against my hand, another little noise slips out of her. This time, I’m pretty sure it’s surprise.

I fuck the girl until I absolutely can’t anymore, and even as I feel myself drawing close to orgasm, I want to put it off. Once I come, I have to leave her body, and I don’t want to. I want to stay inside her forever, suspended in the torturous pleasure prison of fucking something that feels so good but never finishing.

As the pleasure ratchets up in intensity, I release her breast and grab her hips, holding on tight as I pound my cock into her. Her movement momentarily steals my attention as she grabs overhead for something to hold on to. She doesn’t find anything, but I don’t care.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter, absorbing the noises she’s making but not processing them. Are they pleasure, pain, or distress? I can’t tell, and I can’t care right now. I fuck her harder with long, forceful strokes, greedy for every bit of sensation her sweet pussy has to offer.

When I finally come, I thrust deep into her velvety heat and unload every drop of cum I can fit inside her.

At the tail end of my orgasm, I’m dimly aware of her saying, “Ouch.” I don’t immediately understand why she’s grabbing at my hand, but then I notice when I came, I dug my fingers into her hip. I must be hurting her.

I release her hip and collapse on top of her, completely boneless. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I murmur against her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” she says quietly.

I can’t move. I can’t see. My eyes are closed, but I don’t think I’d be able to see even with them open.

I’ve never felt anything like her pussy before, and I’ve also never had an orgasm ripped out of me the way that one was. I was a man possessed. If anything had gotten in the way of that orgasm, I would have blown right past it. I’d kill without hesitation, without regard for guilt or innocence. I’d give up all my worldly possessions if that were the cost to keep fucking that pussy.