"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice strained from the effort of not moving. She's so tight around me, so perfect, it takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust up into her welcoming heat.
She nods, her breathing shallow. "Just... give me a minute."
I stroke her sides soothingly, up to her breasts and back down to her thighs. "We've got all night," I assure her, though my cock throbs insistently inside her, desperate for friction.
Gradually, her expression shifts from discomfort to curiosity, and finally to pleasure as she rocks her hips. The movement causes her to take the final inch of me, and we both groan as I bottom out inside her.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I tell her, my hands moving to cup her perfect ass. "So tight, so wet for me."
Her confidence grows with my praise. She hastens her pace, lifting herself slightly before sinking back down. Each movement becomes more fluid, more assured, as she discovers what feels good.
"That's it," I encourage, guiding her with my hands. "Find your rhythm."
She does, establishing a slow, steady pace that has us both breathing hard. Her inexperience is evident in her movements, but her enthusiasm and responsiveness more than make up for it. The sight of her above me, taking her pleasure from my body, her breasts bouncing with each movement, is the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed.
"Jacob," she moans, her internal muscles clenching around me. "It feels so good. So full."
"You're perfect," I tell her, meaning it with every fiber of my being. "Taking my cock so well. Like you were made for me."
Her rhythm falters as my words affect her, her cheeks flushing with arousal and shyness. I take the opportunity to change our position, wrapping an arm around her waist and flipping us without pulling out of her. She gasps in surprise as she finds herself on her back with me above her.
"Wrap your legs around me," I instruct, settling between her thighs. When she complies, I begin to thrust. Slowly at first, then with increasing force as I feel her body opening for me, accepting me deeper.
"Oh God," she cries, her head pressing back into the pillow as I hit spots inside her she didn't know existed. "Jacob, please!"
"Please what?" I growl, maintaining my steady pace. "Tell me what you want."
"Harder," she begs, her nails raking down my back in a way that makes my cock throb inside her. "Fuck me harder."
Her crude language inflames me. I hook my arms under her knees, pushing them back and opening her completely to my thrusts. In this position, I can drive even deeper, hitting her G-spot with each stroke.
"Like this?" I ask, slamming into her. "This what you need?"
"Yes!" she screams, past caring if anyone in the clubhouse can hear her. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"
I pound into her relentlessly, her tight pussy gripping me like a vise with each thrust. She's so responsive, so uninhibited now that she's given herself over to pleasure. Her inner walls flutter around me, signaling her approaching orgasm.
"Touch yourself," I command, shifting my weight to one arm so I can demonstrate with my free hand. I press my thumb against her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. "Like this. Make yourself come on my cock."
She replaces my hand with her own, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing with inexpert but enthusiastic motions. The sight of her touching herself while I fuck her is almost enough to send me over the edge, but I grit my teeth, determined to make her come again before I find my release.
"That's it, beautiful," I praise as her movements become more frantic. "Let me feel you come. Squeeze this cock with your tight little pussy."
Her eyes widen, her back arches, and she shatters around me, her inner walls clenching as she cries out my name. I fuck her through her orgasm, prolonging it with deep, precise thrusts, watching in awe as pleasure transforms her features.
Before she fully comes down, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach. She makes a small sound of protest at the emptiness, but it turns into a moan of approval as I lift her hips, positioning her on her hands and knees.
"One more position," I tell her, running my hand down the smooth curve of her spine to her perfect ass. "I want to take you like this. Want to feel how deep I can get."
She looks back at me over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction but still burning with desire. "Yes," she whispers. "I want that too."
I position myself behind her, the head of my cock teasing her entrance. She's soaking wet from her multiple orgasms, her body ready and eager despite its newness to sex.
"Fuck, Holly," I groan. In this position, I can go deeper than before, reaching parts of her no one has ever touched. "You feel so fucking good."
I start to move, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I establish a punishing rhythm. I reach around to play with her clit again, determined to wring one more orgasm from her before I let myself go.
"I can't," she whimpers, shaking her head. "Too much, I can't come again."
