“Sweetheart, this is not how I wanted your first time to be, but—”
She quiets me with a quick kiss before saying, “You don’t have to be sweet to me. Do what you need to do. Wreck me.”
A noise escapes me that’s part joy and part mad beast.
I hike up her robe and her dress.
Adelaide puts her arms around my neck, one hand still gripping her diploma while I hoist her legs to wrap around me.
I back her up against the chipping ivory paint on the cinder block wall. This isn’t good enough for my sweet girl but my blue balls are beyond caring.
To hell with it. Not even the Four Seasons is good enough for my princess.
When I’ve got her firm ass cheeks in my hands, she grinds against me, and I respond with an angry roar and rip away her flimsy panties. My hand finds her warm, wet pussy and the touch makes her moan into my mouth.
“Hold on tight, baby.”
She grips me with her thighs like she’s climbing a tree. I use my free hand to spring my cock from my boxer briefs, and it can’t find her core fast enough.
“I need you now,” I rasp into her mouth.
She whimpers. “Yes please, god. Oh god, yes please.”
I don’t wait another second. My cock swells as the tip finds her entrance, and I dive in.
She urges me on with a squeeze of her thighs, a thrust of her hips.
“I’m gonna break you and it’s gonna hurt.”
“Fuck you. Nothing can hurt me more than spending months heartbroken over you.”
Fuck. I cram into her all the way and feel her barrier break. She cries out, but squeezes me, urging me to keep pushing. I kiss her mouth. She’s so unbelievably tight it almost hurts.
I slide out all the way and push back into her with so much force that her mortar board is flat against the wall.
“Yes! Weston!”
Her words ramp me up and soon I’m flat out fucking her at a frenzied pace.
Her pussy is soaked, and the harder I fuck her, the louder she moans. Her pussy sucks me in and it feels so damn good to claim her. Finally.
“Fucking torture. Fucking prom dress. Fucking flirty purple dress. Fucking masturbating in the pool right goddamn in front of me. Why the fuck did you think I was so damn mad all year…”
Her body writhes against me. She kisses me so hard her tongue nearly goes down my throat.
She’s breathless when she speaks. “I love it when you’re mad. Show me how mad you are at me.”
Her words send me over the edge and I fucking nail her. Her hips roll into me like a champ. Is there anything this woman cannot do right when she puts her mind to it?
“Hold on tight, sweetheart, it’s gonna get rough.”
“Oh god, please.”
The pace of my thrusts ramps up until her words all bleed together. Her moans are drowned out by the animalistic grunts spilling out of me. I have no idea where these sounds are coming from. She has unleashed the beast and the beast is going berserk on her sweet virgin pussy.
It’s so wet, so tight, so sweet, her mouth so soft and tender, there’s no other one for me.
My balls tighten. I’m going over the cliff.