“I didn’t touch myself after that until…”
I smirk. “Until?”
“Until New York.”
I move my hand down and rub her clit with my thumb. “I like it.” She moans, letting go of my head. “You were putting your little fingers inside your little cunt imagining me.” I kiss her lips. “Perfect. That’s how it should be.”
By now, she’s not even listening to me, lost in her own symphony of moans and suppression, her face buried in my neck. But then I let her go. She cries out in protest.
Iselyn
I cry out into his neck.
“You’ll get your orgasm, little Angel. Just wait patiently, like a good girl,” he whispers in my ear, then moves away.
He sits up, grabs my waist, and flips me onto my stomach. “Move on your knees.”
I obey his command. He unhooks my bra, freeing my aching breasts completely, then leans down, kissing along my back and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Throatymoans escape my mouth, but I close my lips tightly, clenching my jaw.
He leaves my nipples and grabs my breasts, squeezing them in his palms. “Fuck. You’ve got such beautiful tits. I’ll have them squeeze my dick between them tomorrow.”
He kisses along my neck. “Will you do that for me, Angel?”
I nod. I’ll doanythingfor him, but my words don’t come out because my mouth is full of moans.
He leaves my breasts and slides his hands to my sides, then my ass, kneading me with firm, possessive touches. He bends down and bites into my skin, sharp enough to make me cry out, but then he licks the spot gently, leaving a trail of wet heat. His mouth moves lower, lips brushing against my entrance, I suck in a trembling breath, knees quivering.
Then he pulls back slightly and pushes two fingers inside me. I moan, overwhelmed by the perfect fullness. He works them in and out, then adds another. The stretch feels incredible.
“Such a good pussy… taking my fingers knuckles deep,” he growls, dark amusement in his voice.
My walls clench instinctively around him, craving more. He chuckles low in the back of his throat, speeding up his movements. My head spins, lightheaded with rising pleasure—but suddenly, he pulls his fingers out. My body shudders in loss, a whimper escaping me.
He bends over me, his hard dick pressing at my entrance. “My cock is begging to feel the wetness of your cunt. Can I, Angel? Just the tip?”
I nod rapidly, moaning, trembling. “Just the tip.” I need that stretch back.
Slowly, he enters me, groaning as he sinks in. “Fuckkk… this feels… fuck.”
My thighs shake violently, threatening to give out, but he grabs them, spreading them wide and lifting my ass higher,arching my lower back perfectly against him. He stays there, breathing hard, letting me feel the weight and heat of him. “Let it stay here,” he mutters. His thick head buried inside me feels exquisite, the need to take him deeper is feral.
I push back, taking more of him, letting my body mold to his length. The fullness is borderline painful but utterly intoxicating. His groan vibrates through me, sending waves of fire across every inch of my skin.
“Just a little bit more,” I whisper, voice raw and breathless, hips arching into him.
His hand leaves my back and slides down to my clit. “Yes… just a little more won’t hurt,” he growls, rubbing me firmly while pushing deeper inside me.
My orgasm coils inside me, blinding me to the pain of losing my virginity. It was supposed to be the most excruciating experience, but it isn’t.
He stays inside, not completely in yet, he’s enormous, and I feel every ridge, every inch pressing into me. Slowly, he pulls out and bends over me. “Can I? Once more?”
I moan, shivering. “Yes… once more.”
He moves back in, this time he enters deeper, and pain bursts through me. “I’m fully inside your tight pussy now, Angel. What do we do?” he whispers in my ear, flicking my clit so rapidly it drives me wild. My orgasm teeters at the edge, trembling on the brink.
“One more stroke… can I?” His voice is low, rough.
I nod, breathless, my body quivering beneath him.
