She looked up at me, lips shiny and full, and whispered, “I’m safe. I’m on the pill.”
That was all I needed. I pushed her down into the grass and spread her thighs wide, settling between them. My cock was throbbing, slick from her mouth, and I gripped the base, rubbing the thick head up and down her soaked pussy.
“Easy, baby,” I said, voice low and rough. “You’re a virgin. This tight little cunt has never taken a cock before, and I’m not small. It’s gonna hurt at first.”
I pressed forward slowly, watching her face as the head of my cock stretched her open. Fuck, she was incredibly tight. Her pussy resisted, gripping just the tip like a burning hot fist. I felt her walls fluttering around me, trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Shit…” I groaned, jaw tight. “You’re so fucking tight it almost hurts. Your virgin pussy is squeezing me so hard I can barely move.”
I pushed in another inch, slow and steady, feeling every ridge and ripple inside her as she stretched around my thickness. She gasped sharply, her body tensing beneath me.
“Breathe, baby. Relax for me,” I murmured, even as I fought the urge to slam deep. “That’s it…let me open you up. Fuck, I can feel you pulsing around my cock. So hot and wet, but so fucking tight, it’s like you’re trying to push me out.”
I rocked my hips in shallow thrusts, feeding her another inch, then another. The slow glide was torture.
Her pussy was scorching, silky, and gripping every single inch like velvet steel. I could feel the moment I pushed through her virginity—that last tight barrier giving way—and she whimpered, her nails digging into my arms.
“Fuck, I felt that,” I growled, staying buried halfway and holding still so she could adjust. “This pussy is mine.” I leaned down and bit her neck lightly. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Look how your tight cunt is stretching around my thick cock. Just a little more…”
I pressed forward again until I finally sank all the way in, balls-deep in her impossibly tight heat. The sensation was overwhelming—her walls clamped down around me in rhythmic pulses, burning hot and dripping wet. I stayed completely still inside her, letting her get used to being full.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned against her ear. “Your pussy feels unbelievable. So fucking tight it’s choking my cock. I can feel every twitch, every squeeze.”
After a long moment, I started moving—slow, deep rolls of my hips, dragging my cock almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each stroke got a little smoother as her wetness coated me, but she was still gripping me like a vise. The friction was insane.
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock,” I said, picking up the pace gradually. “Feel how deep I am? This tight little cunt was made to be fucked.”
Her moans rose, mixing pain and pleasure as I drove into her. I gripped her hips tighter and started thrusting harder, the wet slap of our bodies sharp in the clearing.
“Fuck, you’re getting wetter. Your pussy’s starting to cream all over me.” I looked down between us, watching my thick cock disappear into her stretched opening. “Such a good girl taking every inch. You like how it hurts a little, don’t you?”
When her second orgasm hit, her cunt clamped down on me, pulsing and fluttering wildly around my cock. The intense squeezing nearly made me lose control. I fucked her through it, harder now, chasing my own release.
With a deep, guttural growl, I slammed deep one final time and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum into her clenching pussy.
Afterward, she lay against my chest in the grass with her eyes closed and her breathing slow. The creek was still running below us. The sun had moved—it was lower now, coming through the hemlocks at a sharper angle, catching the tops of the trees on the far ridge. We’d been here a while.
Her hand was resting on my chest, right over my heart. Her fingers moved once, a small curl against my skin, and I covered her hand with mine.
“I don’t want to go back yet,” she said.
“Then we won’t.”
She pressed her face into my shoulder. I felt her smile against my skin.
I lay there with her weight against me and the grass under my back and the sound of the creek and the last of the afternoon sun, and I didn’t think about the tournament or the framing waiting on me at the Moriartys’ tomorrow or what time it was or what day it was. I thought about the fact that she’d picked her campsite because she could defend it from a chair, and she’d told me her numbers were stalling, and she hadn’t checked her phone since I’d arrived, and she was lying in the grass with me and she didn’t want to go back yet.
I held her hand against my chest.
I didn’t want to go back yet either.
5
JOY
The Soda Jerk was packed.
I hadn’t expected that. The first night I’d walked in here, the place had been half-full—a few locals, the low hum of conversation, a league night that felt like any other weeknight.
