A shaky, relieved laugh escapes me, half-sob, and then he’s kissing me. Hard, deep, no hesitation left between us. His mouth claims mine, tongue sliding hot and demanding against mine.
I moan into the kiss, fingers threading into his damp hair as I pull him closer. All the fear, relief, and love crash together, turning into pure, desperate heat.
He walks me backward into the cabin, kicking the door shut behind us. His hands roam greedily over my body. They slide down my waist before they cup my ass and lift me so my legs can wrap around his hips. The hard, thick ridge of his cock presses against my pussy through our clothes, and a flutter of nerves mixes with the heavy ache building low in my belly.
He’s all hard muscle under his clothes, every ridge and swell pressing into my soft curves. One of his hands slides under my tank top to palm my breast, his thumb flicking the stiff nipple until I gasp.
“Been hard for you since that first moment. I’ve been aching to stretch that tight little pussy. You have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about filling you up?”
I moan, arching into his touch.
“Carter. I want it. I want you.”
He growls, before setting me on the edge of the sturdy oak kitchen table, the wood cool against the backs of my thighs. My shorts don’t survive long. He peels them down my legs in one smooth motion and I’m left in just my tank top and panties.
“Fuck, look at you. Sitting on my table with your legs spread like a greedy little slut, already dripping for me. And you love me? Goddamn, this tight pussy is gonna look so fucking good stretched around my cock.”
Heat floods my face. I’m nervous, so very fucking nervous, but the love in his eyes and the filthy way he talks to me makes the hunger burn even hotter than the nerves.
“I’ve never done this before,” I confess, just in case the dirty talk is all show.
“I know, Angel.”
He strips off his shirt, revealing hard muscles and tanned skin, then steps between my spread thighs. His big hands slide slowly up my legs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
“I’ll take care of you. Gonna go slow at first and stretch you nice and easy. You trust me?”
I nod, biting my lip, heart pounding.
“I trust you. It’s just, you’re really big.”
A dark, satisfied smile curves his mouth. He hooks his fingers in my panties and tugs them down, leaving me completely bare on the table. One thick finger drags through my slick folds, circling my clit before pushing inside me. First one, then two, scissoring gently while his mouth finds mine again.
“Yeah, I’m big. But feel how soaked this greedy little pussy is for me already? It’s gonna swallow every inch. Gonna look so fucking pretty when it’s stretched wide around my cock, creaming all over me while you moan my name.”
I whimper at his dirty words, hips rocking toward his hand. The stretch burns sweetly, but his thumb on my clit and thesteady stream of filth mixed with “I love you” whispered between kisses make everything feel safe and overwhelming at once.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, I whine softly at the loss. He frees himself from his jeans, and my eyes widen at the sight of him. Thicker than my wrist, longer than the bottom of my palm to the tip of my middle finger, with the mushroom shaped head already glistening, he’s definitely bigger than I thought.
“Easy,” he murmurs, gripping my thighs and pulling me right to the very edge of the table. The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, hot and heavy. “Breathe for me. Let me in. I’ve got you, and I love you. Gonna fill this tight virgin pussy so full you’ll feel me for days.”
He pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch. The stretch is intense, a deep burning fullness that makes me gasp and clutch at his shoulders.
“It’s too much.”
“That’s it,” he sighs as he sinks impossibly deeper. “Take it. Look down. Watch how your innocent little pussy stretches open for my cock.”
Another wicked inch.
“Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight, like you never want to let go. Such a good girl, taking every fat inch on your first time. This pussy was made for me.”
He bottoms out, hips flush against mine, buried completely inside me. The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much, but the way he holds still, forehead pressed to mine, while his cock throbs inside me, turns the burn into deep, aching pleasure.
When I nod and wrap my legs tighter around him, he starts to move, slow, deep rolls of his hips that drag against every sensitive spot. The table creaks beneath us with each powerful thrust. His dirty talk pours out low and filthy in my ear. Utterly and devastatingly relentless.
“Fuck, this pussy is so tight and hot. Sucking me in like it’s starving for my cock.”
His pace picks up as my nails bite into the warm tan skin of his shoulders.
