Ruined

I'm going to go crazy if he doesn't... Feeling the head of his cock at my opening, I brace myself.

"Breathe out," he tells me.

I do so as he parts me down there. He's probably not even halfway in but it feels like a semi is trying to park itself in a spot reserved for compact cars.

Holding himself in place, he fits his thumb between our bodies and finds my clit. Because I don't want him to stop, I mask the pain of having my most intimate spot split open.

Stoking the arousal until I'm ready to take more of him, he slides more of his cock into me, stretching me, filling me. He claims my lips tenderly. I am one hot mess of conflicting sensations. The pain has receded but it's still there. Lust burns as strong as ever. With his fondling, he coaxes my ardor to take the reins. My craving for relief overtakes any and all discomfort. Gradually, he begins to move inside me. He mutters what I think is an oath in French.

His movements renew the pain, but desire has grown stronger. I'm ready to burst down there. As if allowing me to breathe unhindered, he has stopped kissing me. My eyes are closed as I relish the sensation of being filled by him, but I can feel him staring down at me.

I've come across the occasional porn video. One of my exes had a bunch of them saved on his computer. Tony's motions aren't at all like the jackhammer sex I've seen in porn. Despite the few glimpses of roughness, Tony's movements are surprisingly tender. Once again, pleasure boils between my thighs. My body takes in more of him, wanting the discomfort to take the edge off my intense desire. I grind against him. With a groan, he sinks deeper. He flicks my clit more fervently. I am hurled, shaking and crying, into the arms of orgasm.

I'm amazed that my body can find such bliss after the initial pain. I know from talking to other women that not everyone climaxes their first time, and I feel pretty darn lucky. I couldn't know for certain what Tony would be like in bed. But I had wanted him so badly, it didn't matter. He didn't have to see to my orgasms, and I’m grateful he filled my first time with exquisite pleasure. In the end, he was the right guy to lose my virginity to.

When I settle down from my euphoria and open my eyes, however, I take back my thoughts of gratitude. There's a look in his eyes that makes my breath catch in my throat.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“You don’t think we’re done, do you?”

I’m still in a post-coital daze, so I don’t ask him what he means by that.

I notice he still feels hard inside of me, and when he slowly withdraws, I see that his cock hasn’t softened one bit. There’s blood on the condom, my thighs, and the bathrobe beneath me. I blush, thinking about the maid that has to deal with the dirty linen.

He looks up from the blood and into my eyes.

“I’m okay,” I answer his unvoiced question. I feel raw and sore between the legs, but it doesn’t bother me.

“Good.”

Without warning, he flips me onto my stomach. He pulls me up to my knees by the hips. I panic at first because my face is buried in the bed, then flush because my ass is facing him. Though I’m lean, I manage to have a rounded backside. I would much rather have that extra flesh in my boobs, even though Lila always told me God made me perfect the way I am. Even Andre, overhearing me ask a friend if my butt looked big in a certain pair of jeans, chimed in to say he was proud he had a sister who’s “got back.” But I don’t find much comfort in the lyrics of Sir Mix-a-Lot or the opinions of a younger brother, no matter how much I love Andre.

And, oh God, Tony’s studying my ass. I’ve managed to turn my head to see him on his knees behind me, his head slightly tilted as he stares at my butt. The other day I thought a pimple might be forming on my right butt cheek because my new underpants had shrunk in the wash and kept rubbing against me. I hope there’s not a zit on my butt.

Tony caresses a buttock, and I decide maybe it’s better I don’t look. He grabs several pillows and puts them beneath my stomach to prop me up. Then he grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back with his hand. He taps his cock against my derrière, and for a second, I worry that he’s going to take my back entrance. I never agreed to anal sex, and in my current position, with my hands pinned behind me, there’s nothing I can do to stop him. But his cock slides into my wet slit.

O. M. G.

The stretching still hurts, but not as bad as the first time he penetrated me. And there’s something about this angle, the areas within me that he touches that is positively exquisite. He brushes his free hand along the arch of my back. Then, still holding my wrists, he wraps his other hand around my hip to fondle my clit. I am in some other heaven. It’s like my clit exists inside and outside of me. If it weren’t for the orgasm waiting for me at the end, I’d want to stay in this place forever.

I groan in appreciation, in pleasure, in excitement. There’s something more naughty, more titillating about this position. I shiver when Tony bucks lightly against me.

He seems to sense my wonder because he remarks, “Never thought you’d like doggy-style this much?”

He works my clit until I’m ready to explode. I thought I was perfectly satisfied after the last orgasm, but now I’m starved again.

But he withdraws his hand from between my legs and presses his cock deeper inside. My legs quiver. My clit pulses. Tension is coiled below my belly. He starts a steady thrusting, dragging his cock through me in a way that sends flutters of delight through my loins. I al

most can’t stand how good it feels. He touches me between the legs again, and within seconds, I am convulsing. I exhale a high and ragged cry as rapture somersaults inside my body. He thrusts harder, deeper, plowing ecstasy against my body until I am tempted to beg him to stop.

He straightens and slams his hips into my ass.

God Almighty.

I didn’t realize how much he had been holding back till now. It’s not about me or my body anymore. He’s seeking his own release, using my body to hurl him to where I just returned from. My teeth chatter from the force of his thrusts. The sound of his grunting, of his pelvis smacking loudly into my backside fills my ears. He exchanges depth for speed. I’m not sure which is easier to take, but now I know what it means to be fucked hard.

He drives me into the bed, and after a few final thrusts, I hear him roar and feel him tremble. He bucks more gently against me before he finally releases my wrists. His cock pulses furiously inside of me. My body has never received a pounding like that before. At times it hurt as much as when that line drive in softball struck me in the leg. But I’m glad for him, glad he achieved his fulfillment and that I had played a part.