Chapter Sixteen
This was it. Finally, Charlotte would be divested of the virginity she really thought she’d never be rid of. Most days she didn’t even think about it, because never being with a man was just an unquestionable part of her life.
No level of exhaustion would have kept her from reaching into his boxer briefs and pulling out the long, thick, heavy appendage. Tendrils of excitement, nerves, and arousal snaked through her, braiding together to make a ball of need in her gut.
The silky smoothness of his cock shocked her. She’s expected him to be rough down there, just like every other part of him. But he was gorgeous. Experimentally, Charlotte slid her fist down his shaft to where it joined his body amidst a mass of jet black curls. Trey hissed in a painful sounding breath, and Charlotte dropped his cock afraid she’d done something wrong.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t let go. Your touch is everything.” He took her hand, placing it back on his dick. “Guide me to you, beautiful. I need to be inside you, I don’t want to come on your stomach and tits. At least not the first time.”
A vision of Trey kneeling over her while he jerked his cock until it spit cum all over her body shuttered in front of her eyes.
“Hmmm, I can tell by those unearthly eyes that you like that idea. Don’t worry, it will happen. But first I need to bury deep in this pussy I just devoured. And I want you to put me there.” Trey puller her legs up higher so they draped over the crooks of his elbows, opening her wider for him.
Charlotte raised her hips, and the same time she angled the blunt head of his cock to her opening. The moment his cock touched her entrance, he took over. Pushing at a steady, even pace further and further inside. Gratitude swept through her that he had taken the time to get her ready, because even knowing her lower muscles were loose and relaxed for his invasion, it still burned as he advanced past her virginity.
“Fuck, Char, you’re so tight baby.” They both stared in rapture at their joining, as his seemingly never-ending length disappeared bit by bit inside her body. “Look how your innocent little cunt lets me in. I know I’m hurting you, baby, but I promise I’ll make it better.”
Despite that slight edge of pain, the gradual filling of her channel was like nothing else in life. Her body knew what to do apparently, relenting and molding around his thickness. She gasped as his base came to rest against her, their bodies now meshed together so that she couldn’t remember what it felt like for him not to be part of her body.
“Trey…” There were no words. They wouldn’t come, but her eyes must have telegraphed the feelings storming through her, because Trey read them and brought his lips to hers.
“I know, sugar. It’s intense for me too.” Once small pulse of his hips, and Charlotte moaned against his mouth. “I need to move, Charlotte. Are you okay?”
Charlotte nodded, smiling broadly at the knowledge that the most beautiful man she’d ever seen connected with her in a way no one ever had before.
Slowly, Trey pulled out, then shifted back in, taking his time, not rushing. Each wet slide of flesh against flesh twisted the coiling orgasm in her core. “I need…”
She hesitated, not wanting to seem like she wasn’t enjoying what he did to her, but also knowing that she needed something else from him.
“Tell me, baby. Whatever it is, I’ll give it. I’ll do it. Anything.”
“I want to feel your weight on me.” Her hands scrambled up his sweat slicked skin.” I want to be pressed into the mattress by your big, broad frame. Make it impossible to get away from you.”
Even the mention of her trying to escape seemed to upset Trey. He dropped down so that he rested on his elbows, then lowered his entire body to hers. Once the full weight of him rested on her much smaller body, Charlotte sighed and gasped, then moaned.
“I didn’t realize sex would make me feel so safe.” The air hung above them, their pants and sounds of sex seeming to hoover in an additional blanket. “Is that weird? I know it is. You have me stretched and pinned down, and I love it, I love it.”
“Not weird. Perfect.” Trey reached up taking her hands in his and stretching above both their bodies, entwining their fingers. His arms pressed hers into the mattress, and her face nestled into his chest, their height difference obvious in this position. Even as he rolled his hips, keeping the steady pace he’d set, he kissed her head, then arched his back so he could reach her mouth, but pinned her body down with the rest of him. “So perfect. I’m never letting you go. If I have to keep you pinned to this mattress with my cock buried deep inside every minute, I will.”
Words became impossible after that. Their bodies took up the conversation where they left off. Every snap of his hips, every clench of her inner muscles, every sting of teeth on flesh, all of it communicated their unending need for each other.
Tears streamed down the side of Charlotte’s face, collecting on the bed beneath. It was too beautiful the way Trey fucked her. She’d had no idea it would be like this. Maybe if she had, she’d have done it sooner. But then it might not have been Trey pressing each long hard inch of himself into her. That would be a tragedy of the biggest proportions.
Shifting his weight to the side slightly, Trey brought one set of their joined hands down between, them. He flattened her palm on her lower belly, putting his over it and pressed down firmly. At the same time, he thrust into her to the hilt and paused. Charlotte’s jaw loosened, her mouth falling open at the sheer overwhelming sensation of having him fill her to the brim, while having their combined hands pressing down from the outside so that everything became more compressed around him.
With her head angled back, Trey captured her gaze, refusing to let her look away. “Who’s inside you?”
“Trey, you are.”
“That’s right. No one else gets to feel the heaven that is your pussy. Say, ‘Yes, sir.’”
Charlotte moaned, grinding down on his cock a little more, dragging that thick base against her abused clit. “Yes, sir. Only you.”
“God damn right. Now cream my cock one more time before I fill you up with my cum.”
She could have been a marionette at that moment for the control he had over her. Those words pulled invisible strings inside her body, and with his next harsh pump, she came, screaming and biting at his chest, their hands sandwiched between them, the others still pressed into the mattress above them. It was messy, sweaty, filthy love making, and everything Charlotte had ever dreamed of.
