She squeals in delight, wrapping her legs around me.
I bend to kiss her full on the lips, letting her taste herself on me. She moans urgently.
I press my cock against her wet cunt.
“Can I fuck you, baby?” I rasp in her ear.
Her arms circle me, and she whispers, “Please.”
I push into her, staring into her eyes as her expression changes from lust, to fear, to pain.
She cries out, her fingers digging into my shoulder.
Oh, fuck!
I stop, unsure if I should pull out or not.
“Are you okay, baby?” I ask gently.
“Y-y-yes,” she stutters out.
I kiss her gently on her cheek. “Were you saving yourself for marriage.”
She responds with silence.
“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just felt so foolish.”
I kiss her again. “It’s not foolish. It’s you, and everything about you is wonderful.”
It’s hard to remain still when her hot pussy is wrapped around my cock. I want to fuck her so badly, but I could never hurt her.
“Can I pull out?” I ask. “Are you okay with that?”
“No.”
“I can do it quickly. It will be like ripping a bandaid off.”
She responds by wrapping her legs around me again, pulling me deeper into her.
“Are you sure?” I ask.
She nods, and I gently push into her tight, hot core. She unleashes a guttural groan, shuddering beneath me.
“Are you okay?” I ask, worried.
“Please, more,” she moans. “It hurts so good.”
The only thing stopping me from coming is the worry that I’m going to hurt her, but the more I push into her, the more she opens for me, the more she moans, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Rod-rick,” she says in a daze.
“Yes?”
“I’m close.”
Shit…
