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“Please,” she begs. “I’m eighteen. I can’t end this birthday without feeling like an adult. And this is pretty perfect.”
I want to say no. Well, that’s a lie. I want to stick my cock inside her right now. But I don’t want to hurt her, which means this is going to be a slow, time-consuming process and I’m already ready to blow.
But I take a deep breath and think about how satisfying it will be if I can make her come again. And how I really want to come on her face or her tits, but can’t find a way to do that gracefully without putting in some effort.
“OK,” I say, kicking off my shoes and pulling my pants down so I can kick them away. I take a seat on the couch next her and say, “Climb in my lap.”
She swings her leg over, grinning and biting her lip. Her face goes all red with embarrassment when her wet pussy touches the shaft of my cock. And then she straightens out the skirt of her dress so she looks pretty.
I am going to die. She’s killing me slowly.
“Do you want to take off your dress?” I ask. “So we can both be naked?”
She thinks about this for a moment, then nods. “Can you help me?”
Can you help me? Dead.
I ease her little pink cardigan down her arms and toss it aside. Then reach around her back and unzip her dress. She lifts her arms and I drag it over her head as her hair spills out and lands over her breasts so perfectly, it feels planned.
She’s wearing a pink bra. No cups, just a very thin satin. But her breasts are round, and firm, and her nipples are poking up against the tight fabric.
I squeeze them with both hands and she moans.
“Want my bra off too?” she asks.
“If you want,” I say. “It’s up to you.”
“Do you like fucking girls in their bras?”
Oh, you dirty, little, sweet thing. “Yes,” I say. “I kinda do.”
“Then I’ll leave it on. But now what do I do, Ryker?”
She said my name. God, I don’t know why I love that so much, I just do. “Sit up a little,” I say. She does. “Now reach down, grab my cock, and point it at your pussy.”
She does just that. Then looks at me for what to do next.
“Now, put it up against your pussy and slowly sink down.”
She does it too fast and gasps.
“Go slow, I said. Go very slow until you get the head inside, and then just… make yourself sit down, OK?”
“How will I know when the head is inside?”
“You’ll know,” I say, then reach up to pull her long, burgundy hair away from her face. “But I’ll tell you too.”
She nods, then begins to slowly try again. I reach between her legs and hold my cock straight and she places both her hands on my shoulders, balancing on her knees before easing down, gasping, and coming up again.
“It’s OK,” I say. “Just take your time. I’m not in a rush. We’ve got all night.”
She smiles and then a chill runs up her body and comes out as a shudder. Making her bunch her shoulders up and squeeze her tits together.
How did I get this girl in my lap, doing all this with me?
Have no clue.
And this might be her birthday, but this gift is all mine.
“Try again,” I say. And to my surprise, I’m patient. I’m totally OK with waiting for her.
She nods her head and presses her lips together. Easing down until she winces and gasps. “Keep going,” I say. “Just a little more and my head will be all the way inside you.”
She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out, like she’s preparing herself for something horrible. Then she sits down a little more, burying her head into my neck as her fingernails claw at my shoulders and back.
“You’re doing real well, Aria. I’m inside you now. But there’s more of me if you want it. And if you don’t, we can stop now.”
“No, I want it,” she says. Her voice small, and soft, and right up next to my ear.
“OK,” I say, petting her hair. “OK. Then just… force yourself to sit. And no matter what, don’t stop. If you just do it real fast it’ll be over. The pain will go away, I promise. And then you’ll know what it feels like to have a man fully inside you. I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
She swallows so hard I can hear it. Almost a gulp. She begins shaking a little, like she’s cold, or maybe nervous. So I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me, trying to make her warm and feel secure.
“Count to three,” she says.
Oh, I’m so dead.
“One,” I say. “Two. Three.”
