A wave of pleasure washes over me as I take in the sight of him claiming me, only for my head to fall back onto the mattress as I feel my strength leaving me. He’s in charge now, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Nor would I want to.
Sliding in and out of me I feel my entire world tilt on end, inhibitions leave me.
“Fuck me, Soren. Fuck my wet pussy.”
“Oh, you’re so fucking wet for me. So fucking ready for my big cock.” He thrusts more, his speed increasing. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You?”
“Who?”
“You, Soren. My pussy belongs to you.”
“Damn right it does, Sadie.”
Hearing him say my name makes me realize what he’s feeling when he hears the inverse.
“I…I’m going to…,” I utter, but the sentence doesn’t complete itself. My stomach tightens and my eyes open wide as I prepare for lift off.
“You first. I’m right behind you.”
“I’m…I’m…I’m coming, Soren. I’m coming.” I keep my voice down as best as I can, but it’s probably not enough.
His big body hits overdrive, thrusting into me wildly as my head flops from one side to the other as a wall of water washes through me, unleashing on his thrusting cock.
“Oh fuck yeah. I did that to you. Me. Mine,” he growls proudly.
As I cover his cock in cream he thrust forward once more, his body movements disjointed as his facial expressions screw tight. He pushes his hips forward even farther than before and explodes, a hot geyser spraying my womb with his hot gift.
“Ehhhh,” he moans. “Fuck,” he continues, scooping up my head and tucking it into the crook of his neck as he fills me with his warmth.
His body kicks and jerks and suddenly we’re falling in the middle, my tiny bed not able to withstand what it’s been put through. It cracks as all of his weight falls on top of me and we go stone silent as our bodies sputter and kick for a few more seconds, the taking of my virginity complete in one hell of a grand finale.
“Honey? Sadie? Are you okay?” my mom’s voice calls out before she rattles the handle, then shakes it violently.
“We heard screaming and then something broke. Sadie,” Dad adds. “Say something.”
“I’m okay. Just a nightmare. One second,” I respond, trying not to sound winded.
I motion with my head toward the closet, but Soren shakes his head no. Instead, he moves to the window sill, wedges his big body out it, and holds onto the ledge.
“Shut it and pull the drapes,” he says in a very lowered voice.
“What? Are you crazy?” I mouth.
“Do it.”
I do as I’m told, Soren hanging naked out my bedroom window like Spiderman.
Quickly I grab a new t-shirt and panties, stuffing the other ones in my closet for a forever keepsake.
“Open up, Sadie. It doesn’t take that long to get ready.”
“I don’t want to hurt myself,” I reply, just as I open the door.
My parents step inside, suspiciously eyeing my place in every which way.