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But I’m still shocked beyond measure when his cock suddenly slides into my virgin pussy.
My hands instantly come up and away from the comforter to clutch his muscular back as I cry, “Jesus! Jesus, Adrian! God!”
I’m not a virgin anymore.
That’s my first coherent thought. It comes on the second thrust. Then, my thoughts become incredibly muddled because the orgasm, which seemed to pause very briefly during the shock of that penetration, which didn’t hurt by the way, despite what all the blogs say, explodes over me again and it explodes more powerfully than before. That fact all by itself is impossible to wrap my head around. It doesn’t even seem possible to me that there is an orgasm more powerful that what I already experience from his mouth, but it gets stronger. I can feel my pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock. There’s a sense of completeness to it all, like this is how an orgasm is supposed to feel or something. I can’t explain it.
I hold tightly to his back as I try to figure it out in brief moments where I can think of anything, and my mind isn’t completely occupied just experiencing the sensations that rush over my body. There isn’t a whole hell of a lot of time where that’s the case, and my whole body seems like it’s involved. I mean, there’s the obvious work of my abdomen as my muscles clench up with the contractions but there’s more. My fingers and toes feel warm as hell. My nipples feel just as good as my clit. I can’t even understand it.
And I’m moving.
I really don’t get that because I don’t decide to move. It just happens. I mean, my body just acts. It doesn’t surprise me that I move in a competent way. This is the first cock inside of me but it’s not the first time I move my hips like I’m being fucked. Hell, that’s the key to getting the best tips when a girl is a stripper.
I hold tightly to him and lift my pussy to meet his thrusts. I sway my hips a little too and each time it slightly changes the angle of penetration and modifies the incredible sensations running through me. All the while, I keep saying his name and adding exclamations and profanity along with it. Adrian is busy enjoying a virgin, but he probably thinks I’m the most experienced slut on Earth.
He confirms that thought when he moans and says, “God, Sapphire! You feel so good!”
I feel a rush of pride when he says that, and my movements become more intentional. I decide I want him to cum inside me, and that decision shocks me. I’m on birth control because birth control stops your period, giving me an extra week of work every month, but it also means I don’t need to worry about getting pregnant.
Still, I’m shocked to know that I want him to cum inside me because that makes it clear to me that this is more than just physical pleasure for me. I want to feel him pulsing inside me because I want him to be as close to me as he possibly can be. I want to belong to him and having him fill me up makes me his in the most visceral way possible.
“Cum inside me, Daddy!” I try to say.
I don’t succeed because he slides his hand in between my legs and begins stroking my clit while he fucks me. My eyes close and my mouth opens wide, and I’m sure I scream, but the orgasm is so powerful that I can feel the blood rushing in my ears, and I don’t hear anything.
My body clamps shut around his and I scream and shake and shudder and throb underneath him. Once more, he doesn’t slow or stop, but continues to use his cock and his fingers to drive me to the limits of what I can handle and beyond.
“Oh God, Daddy!” I finally say, and when I can hear my own voice again, I shout, “Fill my pussy, Daddy! Cum inside me!”
He cries out, and I shout, “Yes!” when I feel his cock throbbing hard inside my pussy. That feeling drives my own orgasm right back to the stratosphere, and I spend several minutes gasping and throbbing and shuddering underneath him as my body roils with the force of the climax he gives me.
Finally, I just rest in his arms, feeling his weight atop me, breathing in his scent and reveling in his deep, satisfied breathing. We rest in each other’s arms for a long time. When we separate, our breakfast has cooled, but I don’t mind. It’s the best cold breakfast I’ve ever eaten.
We are quiet for a while we eat. I’m not sure if it’s just embarrassment that leaves us like this, or if we’re both processing how good this feels for both of us. If it feels as good for him as it does for me, then it has to be shocking to him too.
When breakfast is over, he says, “I have to go to work, but if you’re at the club tonight, I’ll see you there.”
I smile at him and say, “I’ll be there.”
He returns my smile. “Good.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Adrian
Four days.
Four nights.
Not a dollar left to wash.
Every night I watch her dance, and she comes back to the hotel room with me.
That makes this a delightful trip but I’m also setting myself up for a fall. I mean, this girl is everything I can imagine ever wanting but here I am in the city far, far away from home. Tomorrow, I’ll be leaving and heading back to Diablo Ridge. The rotation says I won’t be back for two months at least and maybe three.
I don’t want to go two or three months without her.
I don’t want anyone else to touch her when I’m gone.
