“Please…” I whispered.
The anticipation was too much. My pussy was covered in his cum and his cock was still hard, sliding against my hole. It was as close as you could get to the real thing without it actually being the real thing.
He kissed me again and repositioned himself, moved his legs between mine and spread them. I opened up for him as wide as I could go, eager to give myself to him. His mouth moved lower, kissed my neck and moved down to my breast. My chest heaved, my heart rate skyrocketed as I felt my lips begin to part as he pressed the tip of his cock against my hole.
His strong arms wrapped around me and one of his hands took me by the back of the neck and tilted my head down so I was looking at the action.
“Watch, princess,” he said. “Watch as I make you mine.”
And then it happened.
My pussy spread for him and I watched as he slowly slid every inch of his massive dick inside of me.
I’d expected pain, but there wasn’t any. I just felt stretched, and to be honest, I loved it. A groan escaped my lips and I wrapped my arms around his strong waist and pulled his body tight against mine.
I crushed my lips against his and pressed my tongue hungrily into his mouth as he bottomed out inside my pussy, taking my virginity and claiming me as his. My entire body shuddered at the feeling of being so full. His fingers had been incredible, but they were nothing compared to his porn-star penis.
The pleasure was greater than anything I’d ever known or could have imagined. I threw my arms around him and held him close to me, pressed my breasts against his firm chest and felt his back muscles heave as he began to fuck me.
He growled and I felt the rumble in his chest, turning me on even more, and curled my legs around him, trying to get as close to him as possible.
A heat began bubbling up inside me.
Already!?
It was happening. My body was responding to his, crying out as an orgasm rose within me. I don’t know if it was the intense teasing or just how delicious and sexy Mr. Cox was—or maybe a combination of both—but I was already right there, and I wanted him to know.
I pulled my lips from his and pressed my forehead to his so our eyes were locked together. A feeling of empowerment flooded through me as my orgasm grew closer and closer. I wanted him to feel it, to know the kind of pleasure he was bringing me.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked.
“How—how did you know?”
“Your pussy is tightening up on me,” he said. “Grabbing onto me like it doesn’t want to let go.”
“I want you to feel it,” I whispered. “I want you to feel me come on you like you did on me.”
“Give it to me, princess,” he urged me as he slid in and out of me, stretching me with every one of his strokes. “Let me feel that pussy come!”
“Oh. My. God, Dylan!”
I cried out, my breath caught in my lungs as a mind-melting orgasm hit me and caused my entire body to go tense. Everything I knew about the world vanished from my mind, leaving me alone with my pleasure as Dylan impaled me on his massive cock.
My body shook and my pussy clenched down in perfect rhythm with my orgasm. Dylan held his cock all the way inside me and stared into my eyes as I came, burning like hot fire, entrenched in his manliness as he made me his.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he purred as he pressed his body against mine. “I can feel that tight little pussy coming on my cock.”
“Yeah?” I gasped, needing to hear more.
“You’re so tight, princess. You feel so fucking incredible.”
With a final gasp, my entire body relaxed and I slumped down on the bed, my chest heaving, panting from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, so I did sort of a combination of both as Dylan took me by the hips and twisted me into a spooning position. He cupped my face and pulled my lips to his and I snatched him by his incredible jaw and held him close as I sucked his tongue.
Fucking, WOW!
From this angle, his cock was hitting my G-spot, and the sensation was so intense that if he was fucking me any faster, I don’t think I would have been able to take it. But Dylan knew what he was doing and kept his strokes slow, long and deliberate, keeping me just on the edge of too much and just the right amount.