With one final suck of her clit against my tongue, I felt her walls tighten around my fingers. She came hard and strong, roaring out my name as her body twisted up and off the bed, but I held her down. The walls of her pussy throbbed against my fingers, and she bucked and writhed, but I kept up my intensity, never slowing until I felt her body recoil and her voice break.
Her sweet cunt was so sensitive in that moment, the pleasure became pain and it only made me harder knowing I’d taken her to this point and it would be my choice to bring her back.
I withdrew, just far enough to wipe her pussy juices on her thigh, and then nuzzled my chin into the flesh between her openings. “You’re a fucking goddess.”
“Oh, sweet lord above,” she panted. “What just happened?”
As she came back to earth, I licked her clean, savoring the taste of her. She was honey-sweet at first, but salty on the finish. Fucking perfect.
Before she had even caught her breath, she was already reaching for my cock. I growled with the pleasure of her touch as she explored my balls, softly and gently. Her tentative explorations made me all the more wild. I reached down to surround her hand in mine, showing her how hard to work my balls. She was a quick fucking study, too, and soon enough I felt a trickle of pre-cum spill from my cock. She automatically wiped it clean with her thumb.
“Such a fucking good girl.”
As she stroked me, she looked up, placing her chin against the muscles of my abdomen. I dragged my thumb down her soft, wet lips. “Tell me what you want to say.”
One blink, two. “I want you to be…” She stammered. “I want you...and me…” Her breath caught in her throat. “I don’t even know the right words.”
“Shh,” I said, pressing my thumb to her lips, hard enough to let her feel my impatience. “Just say what you feel.”
“I want you to be one with me. I want to know you that way.”
I cupped my hand around hers as she encircled my cock and made her grip me tighter. “You want me inside you.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “I want you inside me.”
About fucking time, it was true.
I held back my chuckle at that thought. How many hours had it been since I’d set my eyes upon her in town? And yet, the waiting had felt like years. The knowing had felt like decades. In a matter of hours, this girl had entwined herself with me in a way I’d never thought possible. In a way I could never undo.
Reaching around, I arranged the pillows behind her head and laid her down on the bed. Beneath my palm, I felt her heart racing. Her eyes were wide, with enough fear and uncertainty to make me goddamned crazy to pump my seed into her and wipe that innocence right off her face. So, I placed my knees on the mattress and spread her legs around me. Then I placed the tip of my dick at the slick opening of her tight little cunt, happy that we’d already prepared it for what was to come.
“Who do you belong to?” I managed, through gritted teeth.
Her mouth opened and the sweetest words I’ve ever heard drifted from her full lips. “I belong to you. Make me yours…”
“Oh, I will. And your sweet virgin blood on my cock will prove it…”
Sara
His hands and lips were magic.
The pressure of his cock had me seeing stars and angels and whispering words I’d only heard on rare occasions, drifting outside from the slurry voices of the pub.
He pushed forward, so thick, impossibly so, but as I winced and moaned very soon part of him was inside me as my body opened to welcome him. He was attentive to my every moan and whine.
Though it was all unknown to me, I wanted him to take my virginity like nothing else I’d ever wanted. I wanted to give myself wholly and fully to this man, who treated me like I was his most valued possession. A stranger in nearly every way, yet the most familiar person I’d ever known.
I knew it was wrong. Or was it?
No one had ever told me to hold on to this part of me. To keep it for marriage.
No, my family provided nothing but the idea this part of me didn’t exist. As though I was born different, that no many would want me but with Bors I finally understood how untrue that was.
He pressed forward, his body hard like his manhood that stretched me, and I gasped to catch my breath, gripping his massive biceps to tell him to go slowly, slowly.
He waited there, just like that, trembling over me until I was ready for more, then he gazed down at me with such true adoration in his eyes that I felt I might melt into a pool of nothingness. “This? What you are giving me…is the greatest honor of my life.” His words sounding as painful as what I felt between my legs.
The pressure increased and I felt my body stretch even further to accommodate him. His cock was thick and massive. Though I had no point of comparison, I had to wonder if other men were endowed as amply as he was. It seemed unlikely. Surely, I would have heard wedding night horror stories of cocks so big they split a woman in two.
“Are you okay, my angel? A little pain is good. But I don’t want you in agony.”
It did hurt, but in a way that gave me so much pleasure I could barely speak. I had no idea that pain could fuse into pleasure that way. “Please don’t stop…”
“I told you once already. I will never stop.” He seethed as his lips tightened against barred teeth. “This is where I want to be. Where I need to be.” With those words, he drove himself deeper inside me.
I felt resistance inside me and knew he felt it too, as he raised his face to me, giving me a smile.
“You’re going to bleed.” He whetted his lips and took a deep breath that made his abdominal muscles ripple and flex. “I want no apologies for making a mess of the sheets. Your maiden blood is gold to me.”
I knew so little of the world, but I trusted him completely to guide me through this. I was scared but exhilarated. I swallowed and gazed up at him. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he said. He reached down, his cock still halfway inside me, and took my hands in his on either side of my head, our fingers interlaced and his face above mine. With one quick gesture, he flipped us over so that I was sitting on top of him with my knees on the mattress. “Take it slow. Don’t take your eyes off me. Got that?”
I nodded and felt the pressure increase. I breathed through the discomfort and slowly lowered myself further onto his thick, pulsing cock.
He arched his head back, making his Adam’s apple ripple, and growled with his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “Fuuuuuuck yes.”
Taking strength from his pleasure, as well as my own, I took a deep breath and lowered myself further, further, further. He gripped my hips hard and I watched his abdominal muscles tighten into a rippling board of eight rows.
Once again, I breathed hard, lowering myself just a little further, and he growled in response as I took him deeper. A quick sting of pain made me cry out, just for a second, before succumbing to the pleasure fully.
Whatever it had been inside me that was keeping him at bay finally gave way. As he entered me nearly to the base of his cock, I felt a hot rush of liquid spill from inside me and onto the two of us, and he plunged all the way into me, until we were one.
Everything inside me felt like it was exploding at once—the pleasure, oh, my sweet Lord, the pleasure—it caused me to grip him so hard that I felt him hiss. That pleasure was so intense I believed sincerely that I would faint.