And I don’t want to, I affirm loudly in my mind. I want everything he can give me. Even if I’m not sure that massive cock of his is going to fit inside of my inexperienced pussy.
“Fucking hell,” he growls, climbing onto the bed, the mattress whining under his massive weight. “Your pussy is so fucking perfect. Are you ready, my sweet Rosie? Are you ready to give yourself to your man?”
“Yes,” I whimper, reaching up and digging my fingernails into his shoulder.
“Good fucking girl,” he says growls.
Holding himself up with one hand, he reaches down and guides his massive length to my hole. It’s like there’s a sparkler being moved up and down my slit, embers spitting teasingly as he rubs his engorged helm around my pussy.
I focus on the good feelings, how wet I am, the way my belly tingles in anticipation, ignoring the little voice inside that tells me this isn’t going to work.
“I can’t hold myself back anymore,” he groans. “Your little pussy better be ready.”
“Hmm-mm.”
It’s all I can say, words lost to me as he arches his back and begins to slide inside of me, pushing past my tightness.
My hole gives a flutter as his helm pries me open, a stinging sensation generating from the end of his massive tip. His face twisted with primal pleasure, as he pushes slowly inside of me, carving a searing path and waking up parts of me I didn’t even know existed.
“That’s it,” he says, voice shivering. “Fucking. Take. My. Dick.”
I smooth my hands around to his back, clawing at his skin, feeling his muscles ripple.
His cock feels like a hot fire poker inside of me, burning so hot I’m sure my pussy is going to freaking catch on fire as he grinds higher, higher until suddenly he’s pushed all the way inside of me.
I gasp as my pussy clamps around his cock tightly, squeezing down on his shaft as though afraid he’s going to pull away.
He holds himself there, perhaps sensing I need some time to adjust. My pussy just feels so freaking tight around his massive dick, and I wonder if I’m going to be able to take him.
But then the stinging sensation begins to seep away, and something new takes its place, something warm and wet and downright perfect. His helm pulses against a spot deep inside of me, a fiery place of pleasure, a place I’ve never felt before.
He smirks and leans down, kissing the corner of my lips.
“Your horny fucking girl,” he growls. “I can feel how badly your body wants this. Fuck. Your pussy is so tight, so perfect.”
“What do I do?” I whisper.
“Pump those hips for me as I fuck you. Your body will show you the way. We’re made for each other.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, flooding with heat as I agree with his words.
He slides out of me slowly, stroking the walls of my pussy with each movement, and then he pushes back in.
I whimper and do as he says, moving my hips in time with his, meeting him in the middle of every feral movement.
“Fuck, fuck,” he snarls.
“It’s so good,” I gasp as I buck my hips.
“You. Are. Perfect. Grab those tits for me. Play with them while I fuck you.”
He rears up and starts thrusting in and out of me faster, his cock slick and my pussy soaked, the heat almost unbearable.
I grab my breasts and do as he says, feeling so wanted when his gaze moves to my hands, to the way I softly massage my nipples as he thrusts faster.
“Tell me you can take it hard,” he growls. “Tell me you can take it like the horny girl you are.”
“Fuck me,” I moan, stunned by my words.
But it’s my body in control now, my womb screaming at me to give myself to him, to thrust down against him as he drives up inside of me.
“Fuck.”
His voice reverberates in the air as he moves even faster and harder, as time loses all meaning and we slip into a separate reality, a reality where nervousness and self-doubt and none of that crap exists.
All I care about is the feeling between my legs, the fireworks hissing and spitting inside of me, the helm of his massive dick prompting shivering tendrils of euphoria to spread through me each time he collides with that sweet spot inside of me.
He snarls and leans down, bringing his lips to my ear, his breath so hot it causes goosebumps to pebble across my skin.
“I need to see that ass as I fuck you,” he snaps. “Bend over for me, Rosie. Now.”
Before I have a chance to respond, he slips out of me and grabs my hips. I gasp and giggle as he flips me over onto my stomach. It feels so freaking good to be manhandled like this, like his personal plaything, like I weigh nothing at all.