“Oh God, oh God yes, more,” she moans, bucking her hips slightly and testing out how we fit together.
It’s too damn good. I snap my hips a little more forcefully than I intended and worry for a second that I hurt her sensitive, swollen, freshly broken in pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out, putting all of my worries at ease and making me growl at her eager, desperate tone.
There’s a quiet, reverent rhythm to the way I move inside her body and the way she receives me. She strokes my back and kisses my neck.
And then something switches. Her fingernails drag down my back and she bites my shoulder, marking me and making me snarl into her mouth as I take her lips in a punishing kiss. I respond with a rough thrust that makes her breasts bounce.
“Don’t stop,” she cries out, louder, more forceful this time.
I don’t. I lose myself in her, fucking her hard and dirty, our skin slapping together, her wet cunt making deliciously sloppy sounds as I pull out and slam back into her again and again.
“Fuck, Melodie, this pussy is heaven. So tight and perfect for me,” I grunt out.
Melodie gasps as her pussy starts to choke my dick. She’s about to come, I can feel it. I pick up my speed and lean down to suck on her gorgeous tits. She lets out a jagged moan and tangles her fingers in my hair, holding me to her breasts as I feast on them.
“Rogue, oh God, I’m… I think… Oh fuck, I’m gonna…”
“Come for me right the fuck now,” I growl, looking at her beautiful face as she races towards her climax.
Melodie sucks in a sharp breath and holds it, her body going still, her muscles straining and tensing as I pound into her again and again.
All at once, she lets go of all the tension coiling in her body. Melodie spasms around me, her cunt squeezing the life out of my cock while she writhes beneath me and arches her back. I fuck her through it, sucking on her nipples and grabbing her juicy ass, holding her in place so I can drill her into the mattress.
My angel keeps coming and coming, releasing her sweet honey all over my dick. Her tight little channel is still throbbing when I pull out of her. She whimpers at the loss, but I flip her over on her stomach and position her on all fours.
“Jesus, fuck, so beautiful like this,” I praise her. My dirty angel wiggles her voluptuous ass and I smack it, growling as her cheeks jiggle. Melodie moans and bucks her hips back.
I spank her one more time and then grip her cheeks in my hands, prying her open so I can see her dripping wet opening. Without warning, I plunge back into her, hitting home in one rough thrust.
“Oh fuck, Rogue you’re so, so deep,” she cries out.
I grip her hips and bounce her luscious body off my cock while she moans and grips the sheets. My sweet, filthy girl screams and comes again, her orgasm rippling through her body and pulsing around my dick. I can’t hold on much longer, but I want to feel this, feel her wrapped around me as long as I can.
“One more, Melodie, give me one more,” I demand, my voice low and urgent as I snap my hips.
“It’s not p-p-possible,” she whimpers, her arms and legs shaking with the effort of holding herself up.
“You can do this,” I encourage, though my voice sounds feral at the moment. “Let go, angel. Let everything go and trust me to catch you.”
One arm loops under her hips, holding her up as I fuck into her pliant body. Melodie sobs her release, gushing all over me, jerking in my arms as I hold her up. I grind my cock so deep inside of her, feeling her pussy massage me.
Finally, I give myself permission to let go. With a roar, I empty rope after rope of sticky, hot cum inside of her. My dick hurts so good with the force of each new wave. I fill her up to the brim and then keep going, my orgasm stretching out longer, harder than I’ve ever experienced. My seed dribbles out of her, coating her thighs, my balls, and the bed below.
With one last thrust and a primal grunt, I empty the last of my cum deep inside of her. She collapses on the bed, effectively dislodging my shaft from her warmth.
I look down and see the evidence of her virginity smeared over my softening cock. Only then do I come back into my body and realize I just tore her apart during her first time. Panic lances my heart and I find it hard to breathe.
I lay down next to her and cup her face so gently, the way I should have treated her all along.
“Melodie, God, are you okay?”
She opens her eyes and smiles at me, half dazed. “So, so good,” she mumbles, turning her head to kiss my palm.
“Thank fuck,” I breathe out before wrapping her up in my arms and holding her close. “I was rough with you. You’re still healing,” I say, angry with myself.
“I’m not a fragile little thing,” she tells me with more confidence than I’ve ever seen in her eyes. “I wanted every ounce of passion. I still do. I don’t regret anything, and I hope you don’t either.
