Page 18 of Paid With Innocence

He kisses me, and my nipples turn hard.

“But having everything you could ever want doesn’t hurt, does it?” His lips twist into a rakish smile, and I blossom inside. Before I can reply, his lips crush against mine, devouring my mouth with a hunger I echo.

His stiff arousal presses against my slit, and his words from the dressing room replay in my mind.

“You’ll lie back, spread your legs for me, relax, and I’ll slide inside…”

He was right.

My arousal cascades down through me, and my legs fall apart in submission. My desire for him overtakes me. I need him inside me, and I need it now. I don’t care if it hurts at first.

“Take me, Orson,” I whimper, grabbing his strong waist and pulling him close. “I’m yours.”

He groans strong and deep and presses the tip of his cock against my hole. I draw a deep breath, preparing myself for what comes next.

“You’re so wet, princess,” he growls.

“And you’re so hard.”

His green eyes pierce through me, as if to touch my soul. “All for you, angel. All for you. Now take this cock.”

A whirlwind of sensations tears through me as he penetrates me.

His massive girth spreads me, and a sting of pain causes me to cry out. But he pushes farther, deeper, taking what he wants. Me.

And it’s just like he said: An overwhelming wave of pleasure takes over.

My jaw drops, but my voice catches in my throat. His lips grace my neck as he showers me with kisses. My walls stretch around every one of his inches as he gives them to me. It’s like I’m a piece of clay and he’s molding me to his fit.

“Christ, angel, you’re even tighter than I’d imagined.” He thrusts, and I cry out, but he’s moving slower and gentler than it was at the store. And that’s when he was just fucking my thighs. “You feel so good I can hardly take it. I already want to come and we’ve barely gotten started.”

His words electrify me, sending shivers through my body and causing my thighs to tremble.

He’s inside me. I’m not a virgin anymore.

“It’s okay, Orson,” I whisper. “It feels so good…”

My pussy stretches again as his cock flexes inside me. He growls deep, and the muscles in his jaw clench down. He shakes his head.

“I can’t hold out, angel. I’m gonna come!”

The shock of him pulling out is a massive loss. But I don’t even have time to process it.

I look down as he strokes himself, balls to tip, and sprays rope after rope of cum all over my tummy and tits. It’s like thick white paint fountaining out of his swollen tip, landing everywhere.

“Oh my God…”

“You sexy little brat,” he grunts, every muscle in his body twitching as he unloads. I watch in awe as I swell with pride.

That’s for me. I made him do that.

I may not know much about sex, but Trish is always talking about how guys basically just pass out after coming. So I reach out to cradle Orson as he lies down on top of me.

But to my surprise, he draws a deep breath, grabs his cock by the hilt, and drives it roughly back inside.

“Orson!”

My whole body jerks as he bottoms out inside me. The force of his first thrust drives me back across the floor. The unmistakable roughness of canvas scrapes against my neck, and I look up just in time to see a tube of Lascaux cadmium red fall off the table.