But I control it.
I don’t wanna cry when all my dreams have come true.
When he’s inside of me. When he’s at the center of my being.
“You did,” he replies in a sex-drenched voice.
I touch his beard, burying my fingers in it. “You’re all the way inside of me now.”
It’s true. He is.
Somewhere in his rocking and gentle movements, he’s gotten all the way in.
He turns his head to press a kiss on my palm. “Does it hurt?”
“No. It feels… full.”
I try to wiggle around his length that seems to be breathing inside of me in little pulses and he grabs my hip, stopping me. He checks my face to make sure I’m okay. “You sure it doesn’t hurt?”
I nod, smiling. “Yeah. It feels awesome.”
He exhales a sharp breath and I feel his stomach and chest moving with it. “Good.”
“Do you think I’m bleeding?”
He jerks slightly, his fingers digging into my flesh. Not a lot but enough that I feel the movement ricocheting in my swollen cunt.
“Jesus Christ, virgins,” he mutters to himself like he forgot about the bleeding part, panic laced in those words. To me, he grits out, his eyes concerned, “I hope to fuck that you’re not.”
I wind my arms around his neck and shake my head. “No, no. Don’t hope that.”
“What?”
“I like that. I wanna bleed.” He shudders over me; I feel the muscles of his shoulders quaking. “Because I’m… I’m a woman now. You made me one. I’m all grown up.”
His cock lurches inside me as he curses, and comes down on his elbows, as if he doesn’t wanna be away from me. As if he wants our skin to touch and slip against each other.
I sigh when the coarse hair on his chest rubs against my swollen nipples.
He presses his sweaty forehead over mine, rolling his hips a little and shifting his cock inside of me. “Stop talking.”
I kiss his jaw for that. “You know what else?”
“Stop talking, Violet.”
I lick the sweat up from his stubbled throat. “I’ve got another secret.”
He gives me a look that can only mean that I’m torturing him. That I’m inflicting pain on him with my whispered words.
“What?” he clips.
And I smile. I flick my tongue over his beard and rock against him. Slowly, lazily, like we’re boats in that lake behind the cabin, bobbing, swaying on the water.
“I thought you wouldn’t fit because I can’t even fit a tampon in me without hurting.”
His lust-slitted eyes widen slightly in alarm and I have to bite my lip to stop from chuckling.
Then, he gives me almost his entire weight. His abdomen rests on my fluttering tummy and his chest is set against my breasts. He frames my face with his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you wouldn’t put your big, bad cock in me and I wanted you to. You needed a little pushing being bad, Mr. Edwards.”
I feel his breath rushing out and he can’t help but rock against me, as well. Tiny, short pushes of his cock inside me. Sensations explode all over my body, making everything misty and slippery, and I smile, humming.
He chuckles darkly then, taking his first long stroke. He almost completely goes out before pushing back in.
“You should’ve told me, Violet. You know why?”
“Why?”
I watch him push himself up and over my body. He plants his hands on either side of my head again and I think I have another mini-orgasm just by looking at all the rounded and curved shapes of his muscles covered in sweat.
“Because I’ve got a secret too.”
Then, he curls his abs and rolls his hips in a way that it feels like his cock is lurching up and caressing the upper wall of my pussy. It’s hitting something that’s only found in the secret recess of my sloppy channel and he’s going right after it.
“Graham,” I gasp, my eyes wide and my nails clawing at his chest.
“You wanna know my secret?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m an asshole for you, Jailbait. In fact, I’m the biggest asshole on this planet for my baby. For her slutty cunt and I would’ve fucked her with my big, bad cock, anyway.”
Then, he goes for it.
He fucks me with his big, bad cock and all I can do is revel in it.
Revel in his dirty, perfect words.
All I can do is juice up even more, become even messier and sloppier as he strokes in and out of my slutty cunt.
Cunt that’s gripping him so tightly that his stabs are short and stubby. They have to be. My pussy won’t let him go. She won’t let him out so he makes do with short, hard pumps.
And fast. Oh my God, they’re fast.
They’re jiggling me up and down, shaking my tits, producing sounds that I never even dreamed of. Wet and smacking sounds. Sounds of my pussy sloshing and running over and his cock shoving into it, pushing into it again and again.