She goes off like a tiny little firework, spilling slick arousal all over my lips and onto my tongue. Christ, she tastes incredible. I watch as her eyes clamp shut and her body quivers, knowing she’s going to want this more and more and more.
And I’m going to give it to her.
My cock is in agony, straining against my pants, leaking pre-cum, desperate for what my finger is feeling. The way she’s looking at me now—dazed, glowing, eyes beaming with desire.
No one has ever looked at me like that. And I’m not about to deny myself any longer. Something Ineverthought I would feel enters my mind.
I want to breed this woman.
It’s what she deserves. What she’s built for. What she’saskingfor.
I rise to my knees and tug my belt free. She watches my hands as I undo my pants and push them down, along with my briefs. My cock springs free, thick and flushed, the tip dripping, and her lips part with a soft breath.
She stares at me. At it. My size registers with awe in her expression, followed by a flicker of trepidation.
“Chris,” she says, her voice tinged with concern. “I-I have to tell you something.”
Her eyes are worried as she looks up at me, like whatever she’s about to say might have me running for the hills. If she was anyone else, I’d think she was about to confess that she was an undercover agent.
“It’s okay. You can say it,” I tell her.
Her neck moves as she swallows hard, glistening with a thin layer of perspiration. “I-I’ve never had a boyfriend before…I’m a virgin.”
The words come out like a statement of guilt. Like she’s a sinner and I’m a pastor taking her confession. What she doesn’t realize, is she’s blessing me with her admission.
She’s even more innocent than I thought. “Don’t worry about that, Avery. I’ll take it nice and slow.”
Her lips part, as though she can’t believe what I’m saying. “Wait, that—that doesn’t bother you?”
I stroke my shaft once, coating it with my pre-cum, then settle in between her hot thighs. “Does being the one and only man to sample your untouched pussy bother me? No, baby. It does not.”
Her breath shakes as I press my cock against her soaked pussy. The contact, hot and slippery, makes us both groan. I roll my hips, spreading her folds, causing her to reach out and grasp me by the waist. She cups my face with both hands, staring into my eyes with such trust. Such desire.
I push and feel the confirmation of her innocence. Her tiny hole is like a vault door, doing everything it can to keep me out. But my swollen crown is pulsing with desire, and I will not be denied.
She stirs underneath me as the pain hits her, but I cover her with kisses, whispering, “It will be okay. Just breathe and give me that pussy.”
Her chest heaves, and her eyes close as she takes a deep breath, surrendering herself to me. I feel her final, ultimate barrier give way and push deeper into her tight little cunt.
She’s tight—impossibly tight. Her wet walls grip my cock so hard I bite down on my teeth as a shake runs through my body. She gasps, digging her nails deeper into my shoulders.
I don’t mind. Pain doesn’t bother me. In fact,this painis a fucking turn-on.
Her head falls back into the pillow. I slow down and let her breathe. Let her get used to the feeling of me filling her up.
“Just breathe,” I tell her. “I’m right here.”
She nods, inhaling and exhaling. I push deeper. One more inch. And then another. She makes a noise—not quite a moanand not quite a gasp of pain but the sound of being overwhelmed as her body struggles to accommodate something bigger and more intense than it had expected.
I reach down between us and thumb her clit gently, watching as her expression softens. The tension releases, and her lips part. Her hips angle up, pulling me deeper, and I sink in. Balls deep. Buried up to the hilt in her cunt, which grips me from root to crown like a soaked fist of white heat.
My vision blurs. I’ve never felt anything like this. Not in thirty-four years.
I hold still. If I move now, I will come. I’ll pour my load into this woman in less than thirty seconds, and that’s not what she deserves. Especially not for her first time.
She deserves it nice and slow, thorough. A man who can hold it together long enough that it’s good for her. And I will be that man, even if it kills me.
Beneath me, her body shifts. Her legs spread wider, and her walls soften then tighten in alternating pulses, like she’s learning the shape of me. Then, after a moment, she moves. First, a test roll of her hips, followed by a sound of pure, surprised pleasure.
