“That’s right, Jane. It’s nice and ready for you. But the question is, are you ready?”
“I—I think so,” I admitted. Truthfully, as much as I was turned on by him, I was terrified by that thing! And who wouldn’t be? If he’d wanted to hurt me, he could probably have clubbed me with it and knocked me out.
“It will only hurt for a second,” he whispered, reaching behind and cupping my ass with both hands. “And then it’s going to be un-fucking-believable.”
“Shane…”
“I knew the moment you walked into my studio,” he growled. “I had to have you, and now I’m going to.”
Before I knew it, Shane had me in his thick, strong arms. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on the floor beneath the soft glow of the modeling lamp, the light which he’d used to shoot countless nude women. But none of them had gotten this kind of attention.
His lips closed around mine and I moaned into them. My oiled body writhed beneath him and I felt the weight of his strong cock against my eager slit.
I was ready to be taken. Ready to be his.
He kissed my cheek, my jaw, my neck, moving down, lighting my body on fire with his every touch. My body lurched forward, again pressing against his incredible dick, begging for him to end this torturous tease that had been going on for so long.
I needed it now. I felt like I might die if I didn’t get it.
His strong hands moved across my body, caressing every inch of me before reaching between our legs. I looked down and saw he hand ahold of his dick, and as he pressed it against my dripping, eager hole, I cried out.
“Oh my God!”
“Are you ready, princess?” he growled. “Because I’m about to change you forever.”
I tried to cry out, yes but I didn’t even have a chance. I watched with absolute amazement as Shane slid every single inch of his throbbing, thick cock into my pussy.
He was right—it did hurt—but only for a second as I stretched around his incredible thickness. Then, the pain was gone and replaced by complete euphoria.
I moaned as he hollowed me out, expelling every bit of air I had from my lungs as my head fall back and I surrendered to him. He growled as he started moving inside of me. I felt like he was going to poke right out of my stomach, or out of my mouth. He was stretching me to my absolute limit, and I loved every second of it.
His perfect, washboard abs rippled as he fucked me. His biceps looked ready to bulge out of his skin as he held himself over me. His cock was a hard fist inside me, and his fierce eyes were possessive and intent as he stared at me like I was his.
…and I was.
“You feel so fucking good, princess,” he groaned. “You like my cock inside of you, don’t you?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t answer. The feelings were too overwhelming. My absolute dream man was taking my virginity.
Shane Mason, one of New York City’s best photographers was claiming me on the floor of his studio where countless models had come through. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined something like this happening.
I groaned and wrapped my arms around his strong, muscled back. How was it possible that he was an artist and ripped like a bodybuilder? His cock was thick inside of me, and I gasped with pleasure as he kept moving, touching every inch of me.
It was beyond anything I’d ever felt before with my “alone time.” I felt my pussy clench down on him every time he pulled back as he thrust, as though my body didn’t want to let him go. His lips pressed against my neck. I felt the warmth of his breath and the strength of his body as he took me to places I’d never known existed.
My pussy was still throbbing from the oral orgasm he’d given me moments before, but the feelings coursing through me now were something different. As he fucked me, I felt like a woman. A gorgeous man was using my pussy for what it was meant for, and that realization had me dripping wet.
“Good girl,” Shane growled, wrapping one hand around the back of my head and curling my face to his. “You take it li
ke a champ already. You want it harder, don’t you? I can feel your pussy tight on my dick. You want it harder, don’t you?”
“Yes!” The word escaped my lips before I even realized what I was saying. It was as though the reply was automatic—like my body knew better then I did what I wanted. And as Shane grinned and picked up the pace, I realized just how badly I did want it.
He thrust forward so hard our bodies smacked together like two hands clapping. My clit bloomed with a hot pleasure each time his body slapped against mine. My legs shook and my heart pounded in my chest. I could feel his too, heavy beneath the taught muscles he held my body with. He was ferocious, primal like an animal. I inhaled his manly musk, feeling more alive than I’d ever felt.
“I showed you how to come one way,” he whispered. “Now I’m going to show you the other.”
His words sparked inside me, flooding me with excitement. My legs began to quiver, and I threw them around his strong waist and held on for dear life as he really started to give it to me.