Sweet agony grits my teeth as her body clenches me deep within her.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, trembling with her cheek pressed against mine.
This is what I’ve secretly wanted for so long, but was always too afraid to even approach a girl.
To be this close, joined.Inside her.
My soles flatten on the bed so I can rock my pelvis. Desperate for that friction, I try to start small.
I need to move. There’s some sort of feral instinct in me to ram into her.
“Easy, big boy,” she pants, pressing her hand on my chest to push herself up. “You’re gonna take some getting used to.”
“You’re saying there will be a next time?” I grin up at her, then roll my hips again, just to watch her eyes widen.
When she laughs, her pussy spasms around me, sending another shiver of voltage through my loins.
“I have a few things to teach you.” She squints one green eye, then raises onto her knees before plunging down on me again.
We both groan as I bottom out inside of her.
I want to learn them all. Every tiny thing that makes her scream. Or whimper.
Every time she sinks me into her, it pushes me closer to letting go.
I don’t have a lot of experience with her, but I know if she keeps doing this, I can tell that I’m gonna come before her.
“Let me,” I grunt with another thrust, pushing on her knee. “Or I’m about two more of those away from—”
Another gasp rips out of me when she grinds herself on me, making the tip of my cock rub against her womb.
“You think you can make me get off before you?” Her head tilts as her lips purse into a teasing smirk.
“I’ll die trying.” And what a way to go.
She straightens her leg, tugging me over her to settle between her thighs.
Oh shit. This might be worse.
Too late.
I can do this. I already have an idea of what she likes.
My thumb works down to caress her firm breast before I lightly pinch her nipple.
“That’s cheating,” she giggles.
“Nah, but this would be.” Slipping my cock out feels like a betrayal.
I can see the glimmer of dismay on her face until I latch my mouth over her clit.
“Evil, little boy,” she hisses as she buries her nails against my scalp. “Don’t ever stop,” she moans.
Seeing her body writhe and the flush of pink working up her pale chest is more fun than getting my own rocks off.
I do it to her.
Wearing her scratches and marks, then making her shudder with ecstasy, gives me a purpose.
