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“I like the way you worship me, sweetness, but this isn’t about me.”
“Why not? I thought sex was supposed to be about both people.”
He chuckled lightly in response, making me feel stupid. “I rarely even have sex when it’s just two people.” His shoulders shook as if there was some private joke in there that had gone over my head.
I backed up a step, or attempted to, before he caught me around the waist and yanked me back even closer to his body than I’d been before. The moisture from his tip smeared across my belly as he brought his lips down to mine for a quick kiss before explaining.
“I’m not laughing at you,” he insisted. “I’m laughing at myself, because I keep forgetting that there’s so much you are unfamiliar with when it comes to all this. It’s your first time. That needs to be about making you comfortable, me cherishing you, being sweet.” It was as though he was reminding himself of those things, rather than explaining them to me. I think if he could have choked on the words he would have, but his fingers caressed over my skin so gently that it almost felt believable.
“Can you just be yourself and treat me the way you would anyone else?” I asked because what I really craved from this man, was for him to show me who he was. The genuine article and not some fake show he was putting on for the inexperienced girl.
He smirked. “Sure, sweetness.” Breakneck picked me up and ran his cock against my body, between my legs, where he split my labia and rubbed the head of his prick right up against my clit. That felt heavenly and finally, I thought I might be able to let go of my own nerves and get into doing this with him.
“You like that?” He asked as he thrust himself forward again. I nodded my head in response before rolling my hips forward to increase the pressure. It was his turn to break as he groaned against my neck and then nipped there with his teeth before soothing away the slight sting with the flat of his warm tongue.
“Yeah, you like this,” he agreed with himself as he used his hands on my hips to encourage me to slide my sensitive slick center up and down his hard length. There was still no penetration, but if that was supposed to hurt me, I could be content doing this all night until we both reached a climax.
Breakneck obviously didn’t agree with that as he took me over to the bed, threw the covers off and laid me down on the clean, crisp sheets. The coolness against my back was in direct contrast to the heat rolling off the man who took up so much space as he slid above me.
“I’m going to make your first time so sweet, Nova.”
I barely had time to process his words before his mouth was on my right nipple, suckling there while his giant hands molded themselves around my breasts, squeezing and teasing. He shifted to the other breast before long and the chill left behind in his absence pulled that nipple even tighter, almost painfully so.
One of his hands dropped down to my sex where Breakneck rubbed my clit in gentle circles with his fingers before dipping one into the opening of my pussy to gather up the wetness that accumulated there. When his fingers went back to work on my clit, it was with a slickness that aided in his quest to get me off. No one else had ever touched me there, and the sensation was nothing like doing it myself. My nerve endings seemed amplified and somehow far more receptive to his touch than my own.
The moan I unleashed was heavier, a lower register noise than had ever come from me before. The man was somehow changing me from just plain Nova into something else. At least, I thought that was happening until he eased back on his ministrations and suddenly the blunt head of his thick cock was there at my entrance.
Breakneck’s lips met mine in a torturously languid kiss. He pulled back just enough to nip at my lower lip as he surged forward, breaking through any evidence that was left of my virginity with a pinch of pain and a burning fullness that was difficult to adjust to.
“It was better that way,” he rasped into my ear. “Taking you by surprise,” he added the last bit on a harsh breath while remaining still inside me.
“I already knew it would hurt,” I explained, not wanting him to treat me like some fragile thing as we explored one another. I moved my hips, trying to accommodate his large girth inside my narrow channel. There was no escaping the way he filled and stretched me though. No relief from the way it felt too much and all at once not enough as I wiggled my hips once more.
“I’ll work that out for you in just a minute,” he assured before dipping his face back down to mine so he could steal another kiss. Then he slid down and kissed my jaw and up to the tip of my ear and in such a way that my face was basically forced to slip into the crook of his neck for moment. When he moaned as he pulled all the way out, so that the tip of his cock was all that was left inside me, I could feel the vibrations of the sound he made on my cheek and nose.
I wish I could say it was a pleasant experience, but slight claustrophobia set in as I feared I wouldn’t be able to breathe. When Breakneck slid slowly back inside me to the hilt, he lifted his body from mine, so that he was propped up on his elbows while his arms cradle my own to the side of my body.
I laid there, knowing that I should be doing something, but feeling too trapped by the man to do so. While his ministrations didn’t hurt, the sexiness from earlier, when he’d been manipulating my clit had fled. I was left in awkward wonder that this was the sex everyone went on-and-on about as if the world would end if they stopped getting it.
I wanted to feel whatever the women in porn did, that made them moan and groan, and call out directions to their lovers so loudly it almost felt as though they were compelled by some sex-mad spirit to do so. Eventually, he slid his arms far enough away that I could move my own, so I wrapped them up around his sides and scored my nails gently down his body. He seemed to like when I’d done that to his chest and abdomen earlier.
He groaned and increased his thrusts as I did so. When I pulled my legs up to wrap around his waist, it changed the angle of his thrusts just enough that I could feel him diving deeper into my core somehow. That probably would have been wonderful if the same wetness still existed there as when he’d been playing with my clit. Unfortunately, I had dried up after the initial pain and being lost to my thoughts, rather than feeling some exquisite pleasure that I thought was supposed to happen.
Maybe foreplay was the only time that women really experienced sexual gratification. If that was the case, I could understand why women would just seek out other women for sex rather than men. Truthfully, I wanted to cry. Not because of the pain, because there really wasn’t any left beyond a bit of discomfort with him pumping in and out of my drying canal. I wanted to cry for the loss of something I thought would be the experience of a lifetime. Apparently, the blissful sex I’d seen so often on the screen was just a big lie told to women to get them to have sex with men.
Sex was not good. Then again, I’d seen Breakneck having sex with other women and it had been far different from this. Those women weren’t faking their enjoyment and neither had he. It must have been me and my inexperience making everything so awful, which made me more nervous about what he might be thinking.
I allowed my fingernails to travel further down and dug them in a little harder when I reached the globes of Breakneck’s ass, in the hopes that he would hurry and finish. He seemed to like that, so I did it again while also nipping my teeth against his chest. His nipples, I realized, were not that far from my mouth so I dipped my head and caught one between my lips.
I sucked at first and then bit down as I raked my nails roughly across his ass once more and that was apparently a trigger for the big man, because he roared out his satisfaction as a warm wetness started to coat my insides.
It was only then that I realized we hadn’t been using protection. “Oh God!” I cried out, but the idiot who was still wildly thrusting into me took it to mean something vastly different.
“Yeah baby,” he responded in a gruff tone, not realizing my words were spoken in horror, not sexual gratification. After a minute, he rolled off me and threw his arm over his face to keep the light out of his eyes, or maybe to keep from having to look at me. Who knew? I certainly didn’t. None of what just happened between us had even come close to what I thought my first time would be like.
I was lost in thought, wishing we could go back to our date where I at least felt cherished and seen. Retreating to memories of our wonderful dates seemed far better than having to wonder what to do about the fact that he had just released inside me considering I wasn’t protected. Those thoughts were put on hold as Breakneck reached over with his free hand, awkwardly slapped my hip, and then stood up and started getting dressed.
“What are you doing?”
