Cherry Lover (Cherry 2)

I decided to join her.

Her bathroom was smaller than my closet, so squeezing inside was a little more difficult than usual. At least it brought us close together under the warm water.

Her makeup was gone because she’d already washed it off under the warm water. Now she was purposely not looking at me, her hair pulled up into a bun so it wouldn’t get wet. It didn’t seem like she needed a shower at all, but instead wanted to get away from me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, having no idea what I did to upset her. We were fine just minutes ago when she was coming against my fingers. Her pussy had tightened around me as she was taken to a spiritual place.

She caught the water in her palms before she splashed it onto her face. “Nothing.”

“Why do I feel like you’re lying?”

Her eyes were directed elsewhere. “Because I am.”

My hand moved under her chin, and I forced her gaze to rise. “Sweetheart, what is it?”

“That, right there.” She pushed my hand down. “You can’t call me sweetheart after you treat me like that.”

“Treat you like what?”

“Screwing me like that…telling me you won’t slow down…fucking me like I’m a toy rather than a person.” The water hit her beautiful skin then dripped to the drain. Her nipples weren’t hard anymore, and her skin was a little paler than it had been minutes ago. Even though she bathed in warm water, she seemed cold as ice.

“I know you’re inexperienced, but that’s how people fuck.”

“While the woman cries?” she asked incredulously.

“You always cry. You’ve cried every single time I’ve fucked you.”

“Because it hurts, asshole. Why do you like it so much? What’s wrong with you? You like hurting me?”

For a brief moment, I felt like an asshole for getting off to her discomfort, but then that guilt disappeared an instant later. “I told you that’s what I like. I won’t apologize for it. And I particularly enjoy it when you cry. I’ve never fucked a virgin more than once, but I doubt they cry every time afterward. You’re particularly small—”

“You’re too big. I’m not the problem. You are.”

My length was unusual, I would give her that. “I went easy on you the first few times. You can’t expect me to do that forever.”

“If you want to call me sweetheart, yes, I do.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I understand this is just a fantasy to you. I understand you paid me to get what you want. But I thought you would be good to me, go easy on me until I’m up to your speed. I thought this would be more of a partnership. I feel like…a whore or something.” She shifted her gaze away from mine, like she could barely say the truth out loud.

That was exactly how I felt as I fucked her. I let the water soak into my hair and drip down my muscular physique as I considered what response to give. I should tell her that her feelings didn’t matter, that she would do whatever I wanted because that was our arrangement. But I saw this woman as more than just someone I liked to fuck. I saw her as my friend…as someone I cared about. “Alright.”

“Alright what?” She turned back to me.

“I won’t apologize for what happened because I warned you about my character. But I’ll break you in first…nice and slow. When you’re ready, I want to fuck you the way I want. It’ll be hard, it’ll be deep. Sometimes it’ll be in your pussy. Sometimes your mouth. And sometimes your ass.”

I sat on the couch with my feet firmly planted against the rug. My hands gripped the soft skin of her hips, feeling her rise and fall on my length at her own pace. I relaxed against the cushion and watched her move up and down, push my dick past her pussy lips and take me deep inside her.

Now I was focused on stretching out that pussy, molding her to my size so she could enjoy me without being overwhelmed by pain. I stopped rocking my hips up and hitting her from below, letting her pick the pace. It was hard for me to sit back and do nothing, but it felt so good to have her cunt sheathe me over and over.

We’d been doing this for the last twenty minutes, and she still hadn’t dried up. Somehow, her phenomenal pussy could keep us wet enough to continue on. I never thought slow sex could be so enjoyable, but vanilla had become my new favorite flavor.

I grabbed her hips and stationed her on my dick, keeping her on my lap as I took a deep breath and came inside her. I moaned as I looked at her phenomenal tits, giving her a load of come that turned me on all over again. Once I was completely finished, I grabbed her hips and started to move her again. “Keep going.” That climax was satisfying, but I was still so aroused that I stayed hard. I guided her up and down, pushing through my come as I slid back inside her pussy. She was still insanely tight, so I would have to fuck her dozens of times before she finally easily accepted my girth.