“If I fuck you the way I want, you’re going to feel me in your body for days. You have a delicious, tight pussy, and I’m a big man.”
“Before . . .uh . . .the weekend is over, maybe I want to . . .experience the opposite.”
“The opposite of what?”
“You know.”
Of course I know. “No. Tell me.”
“The opposite of taking it easy.”
“Before our time together ends, you want to experience what it’s like to be fucked hard? Because I’m dying to bend you over, Madeline. I want to spank that ass and pull your hair, making you take me all the way.”
Her hand returns to my abdomen, and she squeezes my flesh. She looks at me, challenging me to withdraw it again. Her face is a mask of lust. And then, surprising me, she pulls back the sheet and straddles my body, one leg on each side of me.
I reach for the bedside table. I need to see this. I provoked her, and sweet Madeline is reacting, showing me her claws.
When the light floods the room, I growl as I see her pussy lips rubbing against my cock in a pleasurable back and forth motion.
“There’s something you need to know about me, Madeline,” I warn, lifting her and making her sit on my erection in one swift move. “It’s dangerous to provoke me.”
She moans loudly, throwing her head back.
I make her descend and rise on my cock, initially to punish her for playing a game she knows nothing about, but instead of asking me to stop, she places both hands on my chest and starts to grind, letting me enter deeper and deeper.
“So good. I was afraid of losing my virginity, but sex is delicious,” she moans, and I sit up because I want that mouth.
“You naughty girl.” Her lack of inhibition is driving me insane.
“Just for you. It only took one day, and I’m already addicted.”
I don’t think she knows she said that out loud, but I’m recording every word. “Ride my cock.” My voice, which is usually husky, says it like a brutal command. I grip her ass, making her take me all in, preventing her from rising. “Ride,” I whisper in her ear. “Move that pussy. I’m going to make you come like this, without touching your clit.”
She sighs, her hips moving in circles, and I forget about my own pleasure just to watch her.
The dirtier I talk, the wilder she gets. In no time, with a moan of pure pleasure, she climaxes.
I follow seconds later, filling her with my seed.
Madeline puts her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss, and in that moment, it doesn’t matter how much we both know it’s just sex—I’ve never felt so connected to someone.
The warmth of her body embracing me is something I could easily get used to. I could live inside her pussy.
And it’s precisely this feeling that makes me realize what just happened: we fucked without a condom.
Trying not to be an asshole, but damn worried, I lift her off my body and sit her on the bed.
Confusion shows on her face first, then hurt.
I watch, unable to speak, as she gets up, grabs the sheet, and wraps it around herself as if she wants to hide from me.
Without looking at me, she heads to the bathroom.
I remain in the same spot, trying to understand how I could be so irresponsible. I have never had unprotected sex before.
What are the chances that she’s on the pill?
A virgin? Almost zero.
