My virginity is history, and I amstuffedfull of cock.
So full.
Bates isn’t moving, and I’m not sure he even can. We might be locked together, and I can’t think of a better guy to be trapped with like this.
I wet my lips as I gaze up at the man who will henceforth be referred to in mylife goalsjournal as a fucking hero. I didn’t know that men like him even existed. They must live under rocks or something.
We are pretty close to Boulder, Colorado.
I snort softly, and Bates arches his eyebrow at me. “Something funny?”
“I wouldn’t be able to share it in a way that anyone else would find humorous,” I say with a shrug. “It’d be like a lame dad joke told by a wet fish, but can I just say — while I have you delightfully balls-deep inside me — that I think you’re really great, and that I feel very lucky to have you as my first.”
Bates’s eyes soften. “You can say whatever you want, beautiful girl,” he says in a strained voice before he presses a quick kiss to my lips.
He shifts his weight above me as if he’s pulling away. His cock is dragged backwards with his bulk, but before he leaves me completely, he surges forward to fill me to my limits again, where he pauses to search my face with his tender gaze.
“Again,” I whisper, loving the way it feels when he makes room for himself inside me despite the restrictive environment. It’s like an internal massage, and the more I relax, the better it gets. It’s exactly what I needed, and I barely have to do or think anything beyond enjoying myself. With each thrust, Bates makes himself more and more at home, and my body welcomes him in, as if it’s been missing him far too long.
I shiver beneath him, feeling wanted and appreciated, andwonderful. It’s like being gifted everything I’ve dreamed of. It’s finally mine — the intangible, ever-elusive sense of unconditional acceptance I’ve been searching for. Idobelongsomewhere.
Is this what it feels like to benormal?To finally be permitted to join the herd and be part of something larger than myself? My heart beats stronger than ever, making me feel wild and alive.
I should have done this years ago. I should have set everything else aside and put all my efforts into trying to have sex.
I meet Bates at the apex of every thrust. Each one comes harder and faster than the one before, and I can’t get enough. When he tries to ease back, I kick my heels at his ass to egg him on and keep him going.
“Fuck, Lana. You’re…fuck.”
He slows to a tortoise’s pace.
I shake my head and plead with him. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not,” he growls. He slides his hand beneath my ass and keeps himself pinned inside me as he crawls backward off the bed to stand with me. “But if we keep going like that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind and forget to do the other stuff you wanted.”
My back slams against a wall, making the ugly hotel picture frame next to me rattle. Bates mumbles an apology for getting carried away, but I’m too excited by the new spectrum of sensations this vertical position is giving me.
All the pressures are in different places, but I soon find the optimal angles to get what I want. I dig my heels into his ass again, encouraging him to fuck me harder. He obliges with a noise that’s a little like a roar, and everything inside me starts to pull tight.
“Fucking, fuck.Lana.”
The wall disappears from my back, and Bate’s magic cock disappears from my pussy as he heaves me onto the bed again. Desperate for that stretched-full feeling to return, I scramble to my knees to beg. “Bates?—”
“I’ve got you.”
His big hands grip my hips, and he pulls me backward so hard and fast that I fall forward onto my hands. It’s then that his huge cock pushes back inside me from behind, stretching me tighter and sinking deeper than ever. His cock strikes my cervix, and I hiss.
Bates slams on his brakes and pulls out. “Fuck. Too much. Sorry. You okay?”
“Yeah,” I reply, short of breath and already missing the sensation he left behind. “I want more, but less.”
“How’s this?” He eases backwards, adjusts his angle of entry, and massages the front wall of my pussy with the head of his cock. It sparks something new that feels so fucking good, and I relax back into an easy rhythm with him again.
“Better,” I moan as my arms begin to shake. I lower onto my elbows, so I don’t have to worry about falling on my face. “Bates.”
“Mm. That’s the fucking spot, isn’t it, baby?”
One of his hands slides around to brush at my clit, and he swears loudly when my pussy cinches tight with his cock inside.
