“Do it,” I taunt.
His eyes are ablaze as he looks down at me. “Not yet, but you will. But first, we're going to see if it'll fit in your pussy.”
Chapter 21 – Clay
“It’s going to hurt. There’s no way around it,” I warn her.
Maggie nods, “I understand. I’m ready.”
I’ve been with enough women to know that I’m not porn star long, but my width can take some getting used to and some adjusting. Slamming in for a home run will be uncomfortable for her, even though she's experienced how thick I am from tasting me moments before in her mouth.
“Just try to relax.”
I’ve cleaned Maggie’s stomach, butt, and back from where I painted her with my last orgasm and sheathed my dick in a condom since she isn’t on birth control. And though it’s painful to not be inside of her raw, especially when I can still see the slickness of her last orgasm dripping from inside her soaked and swollen pussy, I know this is the right thing to do. Or at least, the safe thing.
I fist the base of my cock, notching it at her opening and coating the condom with her juices before dragging it up and over her clitoris and then back down. Painting a path of pleasure that causes her to squirm in satisfaction on the bed.
I can tell it’s going to be tight, so I take it slow. I feed her an inchand we collectively groan as we watch me ease my way inside before I pull out completely.
“Again,” she pants, gripping my hips and pulling me back inside of her. For her self-proclaimed lack of experience, she sure knows exactly what to say to get me rock hard.
I give her two inches this time. It’s tighter. I pull out and swirl the slickness that’s dripping from my condom up and around her clit again. This time, she moans. I push in deeper on my next thrust, eliciting a slight wince from her.
“Damn it, are you ok?”
She nods, her breathing is more labored as she looks down at the several inches that I still have left to push inside of her. She looks so pretty just like this. My scent coating her, my cock inside of her and her lips still red from me stretching her mouth out earlier.
“Just push it all the way in. The anticipation is killing me.”
I chuckle and shake my head before gliding in the last several inches. I sit for a moment, buried to the hilt to enjoy the sensation, and allow her to catch her breath and adjust.
“Fuck.” I drop my head into the crook of my arm because I may have just painted her ass cheeks with my orgasm, but I’m also a man who’s been celibate for months and sex with Maggie feels a lot better than I imagined.
“Are you good?” I ask, checking in again.
“Yes. Please move. I feel like I’m going to combust.”
So, I do just that.
Her hands find my neck to brace herself and her legs circle my waist. I thrust into her, showing her exactly what she’s been missing out on with the last guy who did this. My teeth graze her taut nipples as I work, tasting every inch of her body. I lift a leg and drape it over my shoulder to deepen my angle and my thrusts become faster.
She feels so good, like she was made just for me, and I take her exactly the way I like. All thoughts of her inexperience and our glaring age gap are tossed out of the window along with my worries about what we'll do tomorrow. I groan, she moans, and each noise she makes I tune into, changing the angle, checking in, pulling back, pushing forward as my hands learn all of the ways that she enjoys being touched.
She’s moaning harder now, her breasts are pressed firmly against my chest as the heels of her feet dig harshly into my back, holding me against her like a vice. I switch up the tempo, moving to longer, and firmer thrusts.
All the way out.
Then slamming all the way back in.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Clay!” she screams. She sits forward, crunching her abs and placing her damp forehead against my chest. Her pussy clenches down hard as I plant myself one final time, my cock kicking inside of her as it releases into the condom.
“Shit,” I growl in response.
When I feel her body soften in my arms, I ease her back onto the bed and brush the damp hair from her forehead before heading to the bathroom for a wet towel then washing carefully between her legs and thighs. Once she’s clean, I pull her onto my chest and stroke her hair gently.
“Was that ok?”
She huffs out a laugh, “That was amazing.”
