And just like that, we begin a rhythm. Me, deep inside, her cunt welcoming the intrusion. And then back out, her pussy lips gripping like they never want to let go. And then a slow thrust again, spreading her folds once more, owning it all, juicy and wet.
“Yes,” she mewls, eyes squeezed shut, tasting her first dick and loving it. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And I growl low in my throat, running my lips against the back of her neck. “I knew you’d love it. I knew my little slut was gonna love it, you have such a slutty cunt.”
The words do it. Because suddenly, we’re fucking in a frenzy, the girl like a whore gone wild, me like a piston with an overcharged battery. Dick into slippery, swollen cunt, again, again, and again. And then I burst. Yeah, like a teenage boy on his first time, I let go, showering her vaginal channel with sperm.
“FUCK!” comes my roar, clasping that curvy body tight as I pulse and spray, blast after blast of hot goop painting the insides of her pussy white. “Fuck!”
And the little girl is no better. Eyes squeezed shut, she comes like an earthquake then, her entire form quaking and quivering in my arms.
“Unnnh!” is that delicious cry. “Unnh, oh god!”
Because Carrie’s pussy is tasty, real tasty. And her vag walls slam down on me, spasming and pulsing, milking my dong like it’s the best lollipop ever.
“Oh!” the girl screams. “Oh oh oh!”
Fuck, but those cries just make me come all over again. I pulse and spurt like a firehose, blasting quarts of hot goop into that twat, filling the girl full of baby batter.
“Aw shit shit shit,” is my raspy chant as the semen pours in rivers. “Shit.”
And finally, it’s over. I’m still stuck deep inside her heat, pussy shivering with aftershocks, squeezing my fuckrod with small pulses.
“Wasn’t that good?” I rasp into her ear, lightly squeezing a big breast below. “Wasn’t that good, little girl?”
I half-expect her to cry, or to breakdown about something or other. After all, virgins are emotional, right? A big life milestone just passed, and they’re supposed to be all jumpy and twitchy, skittish like a mare.
But my little virgin isn’t like that at all. As her pussy pulses one last time, she turns her head and kisses me, lips so sweet.
“It was better than good, Mason,” comes those soft, panted words. “It was amazing,” she pauses for a moment, biting those bee-stung lips. “Mr. Channing, can we do it again?”
And immediately, I get hard. Without even pulling out, my cock stiffens in that juicy vag, ready to play once more. Because shit, this is the right girl for me. A mixture of sluttiness and innocence, absolutely perfect in every which way.
And I’m not questioning it. I’m a man who takes, a billionaire who gets what he wants all the time. And more than anything, I want this girl, right here, right now, sugar baby or not. The brunette is mine … and it’s time to teach her a lesson.
CHAPTER SIX
Carrie
“That was incredible,” I sigh in exhaustion. My body is sore and I feel out of breath, but in a good way.
“You’re incredible,” Mason smiles at me in a friendly manner, almost tender. I’m seeing a part of him that’s unexpected, the big man warm, even caring.
We lie there in silence for a while before I excuse myself to use the restroom. But the bathroom takes me by surprise, even though it shouldn’t. It’s as big as my entire apartment, grey and white marble everywhere, with a shower and a giant white tub. At my place, you can barely squeeze into the stall, worming around the console first.
As the water heats, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Am I different? Can you tell I’m not a virgin anymore? Big brown eyes stare back, curly hair a tumbling mess.
In a way, I’m the same. It’s the same me, for sure, shy and biting my lip.
But I’m also different. There’s a sated quality now, a dreamy look in my eyes even as my pussy pulses once again. Because I gave that to Mason. I let him use my body, and oh god, but it was good.
Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water beat down on my form. Mmm, feels nice. And as I reach for the soap, something happens then. A flood of cum runs out between my legs, and I halt, arm poised in mid-air. Because oh god! He came in me, and I’m not on anything. No pill, no IUD, no condom. Oh god, oh god.
Slowly, my fingers run down to test the wetness between my thighs. It’s gloopy and hot still, his sperm so virile. And to tell the truth, it feels good seeping out of my pussy. Like it belongs there. Like it should happen again.