Unwrapping His Package

I entered her slowly, little by little so she could adjust to my size. “Fuck,” I grunted. “You are so damn tight.” I kept going until I reached the barrier of her virginity. I reached out and took her chin in a firm hold, making sure our eyes locked.

“I’m taking your cherry, Delia. It’s mine.”

She nodded and licked her lips, nearly blowing away every thought in my head. But this was too important not to clarify. “You are already mine, but once I take you, claim your cherry, and mark you with my come, I will never, ever let you go. Do you understand?”

“Does that mean you’re mine, too?” she asked, a note of defiance in her tone that made me hold back a smile.

“Completely and forever.”

“Good. Then less talk, more action.”

I chuckled, but it morphed into a groan when her pussy muscles flexed around my shaft. I leaned down and kissed her deeply while my fingers played with her clit. I didn’t stop until she was writhing with need and begging me.

I didn’t want to hurt Delia, but I was past the point of no return. My hips retreated a fraction, and while I meant to pop her cherry with a single, shallow thrust, I’d lost all control. There was no finesse when I slammed inside her until I was sheathed from root to tip. “Fuck!” I shouted, dropping my head back and closing my eyes. Her tight pussy was practically strangling my cock.

Delia cried out, and the sound penetrated the fog of lust consuming me just enough to open my eyes and look down to check on her. Her lips were twisted with pain, but it was rapidly replaced by a look of wonder. “You okay?”

“More than okay.” Her muscles spasmed, and the fog returned, blocking out everything but the ecstasy of being buried deep inside my dream girl.

I attempted to go slow, but with one more squeeze of her pussy, I grabbed her hips and held her steady while I retreated and thrust back in. “Fuck, baby. You feel amazing wrapped around my cock.”

“Mmm,” was her only response. Then her hands cupped her tits, and my eyes were glued to them as she twisted and plucked at her nipples. I was barely aware of what I was doing as I moved faster and faster. The headboard banged into the wall as I fucked her hard and fast, rutting inside her like an animal.

Her cries of pleasure and pleading for more drove me into a frenzy. “Fuck, Delia. Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck!” I placed my palms on the mattress on both sides of her and bent my knees to raise up a little. The angle allowed me to go even deeper, and the leverage made it easier for me to slam into her until she was shaking with need and crying out at the top of her lungs.

“Danny! Yes! Yes! I’m so close. Yes!”

“Come, Delia,” I ordered. My spine was tingling, and I was losing the strength to hold back my climax. “I need you to come, baby. I want your pussy milking my cock. Come!” I practically roared at the end.

“Danny!” Delia’s scream was ear piercing, and it set my orgasm free, allowing intense pleasure to rush through me as if a dam had broken.

“Fuck, Delia!”

If this was a fantasy, I never wanted to wake up.

5

Delia

“Wow,” I gasped, melting against my mattress as I tried to catch my breath. I wasn’t ready to let go of Danny, so I was glad when he followed me down, his muscular body covering mine.

“You can say that again,” he murmured as he flashed me a satisfied smirk. He had good reason to be cocky, considering how loudly I’d just screamed his name. Not that I could help it. The pleasure he’d given me was too intense to hold back.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I lost my virginity, but it definitely hadn’t been to experience two mind-blowing orgasms. With the stories friends had told me—from everyone except Olivia, who’d lucked out in that department with Leland—the experience wasn’t supposed to be anything memorable, except maybe in a bad way. But Danny had somehow known exactly how to play my body to make our lovemaking wonderful for me. It was as though he was an expert in making women come.

Going up on an elbow, I glared up at him. “Why were you so good at that? I thought you never dated.”

“It was my first time, too, baby.” His smile widened as he settled more of his weight on me, pressing my body deeper into the mattress. “But how did you know I don’t date? Have you been asking around about me, Delia Parker?”

Narrowing my eyes, I pressed my lips together. I wasn’t going to admit to my crush on him until I knew if he’d been running around having a ton of one-night stands without me knowing about them this whole time. For all I knew, he had a habit of showing up on a girl’s doorstep, talking them out of their clothes, and saying all sorts of possessive stuff that made them think they had a future together. “You have no room to talk. Not only did I never tell you my name but I’m also not the one who showed up unexpectedly on your doorstep dressed as a stripper. How did you even know my sorority sisters hired one for me? And why did you come here instead of him?”