“I want to drive you crazy with lust,” I laughed and slipped down along his cock, my pussy juices mixing with his precum to form a slick, natural lube. “I want to drive you crazy with need.”
I threw back my head and let him kiss my throat, but he finally gripped my waist with his hands and said, “You’re doing it, Ev. I’m fucking out of my mind for your cunt.”
And with that, he finally thrust upwards and slipped inside.
I gasped and called out as if in surprised pleasure.
I’d only had sex with Kingston at that point, so I was essentially brand new to it, and the fire that shot through my tight, semi-virginal pussy was intense.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, and his concern was so sweet it brought the pinpricks of tears to the edges of my eyes.
“A little,” I said, being honest. “But I want more. You’re the second guy I’ve been with, but I want so much more.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to cause you any pain,” he said and slid deeper inside of me. I tensed up, and he stopped. He was bottomed out against the end of my tunnel anyway, and I could feel his throbbing dick swelled inside of me.
It was so perfect, an intense connection to another human being, and exactly what I needed.
I exhaled, relaxed, and started to move my hips. I drew him inside, swirled us around, and lifted myself until he almost popped out of me.
And then I repeated it, moving my hips until he joined in and began to fuck me again. This time it was slower, with more precision, so he didn’t destroy my aching core, but it felt so good.
So fucking good.
“Oh my god,” I gasped when he thrust up, a sharp, intentioned movement that knocked me upwards. “Oh fuck,” I moaned when he continued.
A few more movements like this, and I was bouncing on his dick. His hands stayed on my upper hips to steady me and I kept mine on his shoulders to keep from falling off with every hard thrust into me.
The ache in my pussy was gone, replaced by a liquid fire that snaked through my body and pooled beneath my belly. It turned my body into a sensual maelstrom of lustful pleasure.
Archer suddenly came to a halt and pressed deep inside, looked into my eyes and said, “You feel so fucking good, Ev. So fucking good.”
His cock twitched his excitement, and I began to rock my pelvis again, slowly and deliberately this time. It was a slow buildup to the swelling peak of my orgasm, a force that overwhelmed me and pulled me down into a deep well of desire.
“This feels so good,” I exhaled and felt him twitch again. “Fuck me, Archer. Make me come.”
He growled and nuzzled my neck, nipped my flesh and thrust up again, pitching me over the edge into ecstasy.
I cried out, and he continued even as my pussy fluttered against his shaft and milked his balls. I wanted all of him, every drop he could fill me with.
Fuck, it felt so good. So fucking good. I was addicted to this feeling, I would never stop wanting to feel this good again, sex brought me back into myself and made me whole.
Archer pushed up again and stopped. His cock swelled and pulsed and I felt the hot liquid of his seed flooding my pussy and making me his.
For a brief moment, I escaped the reality of my situation.
And for a brief moment, I felt normal again.
Too bad it didn’t last.