The Imperfections

“Christ,” he mutters, pushing his fingers through my hair.

I feel his cock jerk against my knee, so I snake a hand down and wrap my fingers around it. I move my lips across his bare chest, kissing him where he lets me while I stroke his cock. “I think you like that, too,” I say with playful innocence.

“Of course I like that,” he murmurs, pulling my face closer to his body.

I follow his lead, kissing all over his chest as I climb on top of him. I wiggle my ass against his hard cock until I need to get beneath it, then I lift myself up, grazing him with my nightgown as I pass over it.

“Take that off,” he orders gruffly, eyeing the garment like it’s something distasteful.

I reach down and grab the hem of my nightgown, tug it off, and toss it on the floor. Completely naked now, I catch my breasts in the palms of my hands and watch the lust simmer on Brant’s face while I play with them. “You like these, Brant?” I tease.

“You have perfect tits,” he informs me, not mincing words. “Absolutely perfect.”

I beam with pleasure under his praise of my body, then I bring my breasts together and slide his dick between them.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, throwing his head back against the pillow.

I move my breasts up and down his shaft a few more times, then I tilt my head and lick the tip. When he groans, I release my breasts and grasp his cock with one hand and his balls with the other, pumping and massaging as I lower my mouth over him.

I suck him for a few minutes then I pop off, resituate myself so I’m straddling him, and lower myself onto his hard cock until he’s fully impaling me.

My insides are tight and twisted with arousal, but as I start to ride him, I feel the first trickles of relief. He feels so incredible inside me, his thickness stretching me every time I lower myself down onto him. I love how full I feel when his whole cock is inside me.

I’m just about to lift myself and take him inside me so I can experience the sensation again when his hands suddenly lock onto my hips and he pulls me all the way off, lifting me and twisting me until I’m face down on the bed with my ass in the air.

My heart pounds, but I keep my ass up and wait. After a few seconds pass and he’s still looking at me instead of resuming fucking me, I ask, “Are you—are you gonna take my ass?”

“Thinking about it.”

“Okay. Just please use lube if you do,” I tell him as he runs his hand over the smooth curve of my butt.

“Haven’t decided yet. I want your pussy, but I don’t like there being a hole of yours that someone else has fucked and I haven’t,” he murmurs, sliding his hand under me and pushing a finger deep into my pussy. “I want to fill both holes full of my cum, to be perfectly honest.”

“Do it, then,” I say, pushing back against his hand. “We have all night.”

Brant sighs, and I look back at him, still bent over while he decides. “You’re an angel on earth, you know that?”

I crack a smile. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“What am I not allowed to do to you?” he asks.

I hesitate, uncertain what he means. “Is there something specific you want to do to me?”

He shakes his head, holding my gaze. “Not really, I just want to know where your limits are.”

I shrug to the best of my ability, given the position I’m in. “I guess I’ll let you know if I find one. I’m not all that experienced yet, but I’m pretty open to trying whatever.”

“Not a lot of near virgins are willing to do anal,” he remarks, squeezing my ass then caressing it again.

Smirking, I toss back, “You know that from all the near virgins you’ve had sex with?”

That gives him pause. “Good point. Maybe I only assumed.”

“Well, you know what they say about—” My sentence cuts off on a gasp as Brant slides his dick into me. He’s in my pussy, not my butt, so I guess he made his decision. “Assuming,” I finish, sighing with pleasure as I lower my face to the bed and keep my butt up for him.

Brant holds on to my hips, pushing his forward as he buries himself inside me over and over again. I love each thrust a little more than the last, especially when I shift slightly and the pleasure of him pounding into me spikes so sharply I cry out.

“Oh, God, right there,” I tell him, gripping the bed to hold whatever position I just accidentally moved into. I cry out helplessly when he drives into me again, my pulse quickening, my breath coming in short, desperate drags. “Oh, God, Brant.”