The Love of My Bully

Take your time, Drake. It’s not a race.

He didn’t want to come all over her since he hadn’t been with anyone for some time. Continuing his kisses down her body, he went for her tits. They were so perfect he wanted to suck on them. Pushing them together, he stared at her body. So full, so ripe. Not fat like he’d always called her, but perfect. Pru was sheer perfection and he’d been too stupid to fucking see it before.

Now, she was all his for the taking and he was going to do exactly that. After he flicked his tongue across one hard nipple, he heard her gasp and moan. Glancing up her body, he found she was staring down at him, watching.

He bit down and she let out a whimper. Smiling, he circled the bud with his tongue before sucking it back into his mouth. He licked across each stunned peak, lavishing the other nipple with the same kind of attention, wanting to drive her wild just as she did him. He loved her tits and wanted to spend a lot more time there, but he also knew he was stalling.

Before he got to the good stuff, he wanted to make her feel amazing. To experience a real, powerful kind of pleasure. The stuff he always wanted to give her but never could. After running his hands down her body to her thighs, he gripped them tightly then slowly spread them open.

“Drake?”

“Shh, it’s okay. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.” None of the girls he’d been with before had ever come close to meaning this much to him. She was everything and he wanted her so badly.

Take care of her.

Moving away from her glorious tits, he began to work down her body, kissing her stomach before going between her spread thighs.

No one had ever touched her.

Not Sean.

No one.

He found that highly addictive and couldn’t get enough of her sweet cunt. Opening the lips of her sex, he stared at her clit, and his mouth watered for a taste of her. Untouched, virginal, all his.

Stroking a finger between her slit, he felt how wet she was for him. She was perfection as far as he was concerned. Replacing his finger with his tongue, he finally got to taste her and he wasn’t disappointed. Flicking his tongue back and forth across her clit, he glanced up to see her eyes were closed. Her hands were clenched into fists and he teased her even more, wanting her to be wild with the pleasure only he could give her.

“Drake?”

“Shh, it’s okay. I know.” He stopped licking her pussy long enough to speak before going back and sucking her clit into his mouth. He’d never been one to go down on a girl. For the most part, he didn’t know where they’d been before and he didn’t want to taste another man’s dick, but with Pru, she was all new at this.

His untouched woman.

Running his hands up to her hips, he held on to her tightly before caressing her skin all the way up to her tits. He worked her nub while he pinching her nipples, drawing her closer to her peak, wanting her to come before he took her virginity.

He had wanted this to happen on her birthday but he’d also been prepared for them to share a bed with nothing else happening.

“Drake … I’m … coming.”

She let out a scream. The sound filled the air, echoing off the walls with the force of it. He felt and watched her as she came beneath him. His touch drove her ever higher, and he was desperate for her.

Using his fingers to tease her, he moved between her thighs and gripped his cock, knowing in the back of his mind he should wear a condom. It was insane for him not to, but he didn’t want anything to be between them. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his dick. To have every inch of him bare as he sank inside her.

Staring down at her, he stopped playing with her pussy and lined his cock up to her entrance. In one swift thrust, he tore through her virginity. The pleasure she’d been experiencing seconds ago came to a close and she whimpered, but he didn’t stop. He took her hands, holding her down as he allowed her to get accustomed to his cock. The pain in her eyes tore him apart. He wanted to stop it, but this was what he had to do.

Seconds passed.

Minutes.

Tears trailed down Pru’s cheeks and he hated them.

“Ouch,” she said. “That hurt more than I thought it would.”

“I’m so sorry.” He really didn’t want to hurt her.

“It’s not your fault,” she said.

“It really kind of is.”

She chuckled, which again, didn’t exactly do well for him.

“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at this. How nervous we are and the fact I’m not a virgin anymore.”