His lips are on mine and his hands are tearing my clothes off before I even register what’s happening. When I do register what’s happening, I realize that my own hands are quickly undoing his belt and yanking his pants and underwear down. I start to unbutton his shirt and he pushes me back, just holding onto my shoulders and driving me backward until I fall down onto a bed.
I guess it makes me pretty damned stupid that I only realize then that we’re in his bedroom. I don’t dwell on that because he finishes the job I start and gets his clothes off. It only takes a minute or two, but I swear to God it seems like time stops just so I can watch.
I stare in awe at his naked body and wonder how on Earth the man can actually be more attractive than I imagine him to be in all the fantasies. He looks like Adonis come to life, His muscles are powerful and clearly defined as though chiseled from marble and the expression on his face is as godly as his body.
He looks at me possessively, like I belong to him, and he finally gets to claim what’s his. I shiver and open my legs automatically, as though he were controlling my body and not me. “Grant,” I whisper, “I… Grant, that stuff wasn’t mine. It’s my friend Shelly’s booze for her party and—”
“Hush!” he commands sharply, and I feel like my whole body will explode.
I open my mouth to beg him to screw me, but the only sound that comes out is a sharp intake of breath as Grant drops to his knees and buries his face in my pussy. I stare open-mouthed and wide-eyed at him as his lips and tongue travel expertly over me, sliding through my folds, delving deeply into me, and flicking lightly over my clit. He awakens sensations in me that until now, I don’t even know I can experience. I wonder how on Earth in all of my many fantasies of Grant, I never fantasize about him going down on me.
His hands come around my thighs and grip my hips to steady me, which is a good thing because every movement he makes sends a lightning bolt of energy through me and my body jerks and shivers as he gives me more pleasure than any of fantasies dare to suggest.
“Oh Grant,” I finally say when I can draw in enough breath to speak, “Oh God, yes… Oh, Grant.” I’m about to repeat myself so I clamp my lips together to keep from speaking.
The anger and humiliation are gone from my voice and my thoughts. All I can feel is his mouth on me, driving me closer and closer to an orgasm that I can already tell will be more powerful than anything I ever give myself.
My body no longer belongs to me. It belongs utterly and completely to Grant. I can’t escape him even if I want to. He stimulates the most sensitive parts of me in ways that make it impossible for my body to move of its own accord. He takes me with confidence and assurance, as though there’s no question in his mind that I am his and he is only taking what already belongs to him.
The shock fades from my mind and as it disappears, I focus entirely on the pleasure he gives me. “Oh Grant!” I shout, “Oh God, Yes!” So much for not repeating myself.
My voice is ragged and hoarse and my body begins to flail uncontrollably as he licks and sucks in a way that seems like it ought to consume me.
And then I feel my climax hit and I am consumed. It starts by curling my toes and sending tingles up my thighs that merge right in between my legs, consolidating on the little magic button that Grant takes for his own. The energy builds there for a fraction of the second before traveling rapidly up my spine until it erupts from my mouth in a scream, “Grant! Oh fuck. Yes!”
Then it all bursts and I explode.
“Grant!” I scream once more before all speech is robbed from me and I flail and jerk under him as pleasure pulses through me like a series of tidal waves, rolling up from my toes to the crown of my head and back down to burst inside my pussy and over my clit.
He keeps it up while I cum, not pulling off even when my hands instinctively try to push him away, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations he gives me. I feel sudden panic when I realize he will stop when he’s damned good and ready to stop and I don’t even have the voice to beg for it.
He stands and I cry out once more when the connection between my pussy and Grant’s mouth is suddenly, violently severed. I stare up at him and for the first time, I notice his thick, powerful cock, throbbing in front of me as it waits for its turn to claim what it already owns.
He’s so big. That doesn’t really come as a surprise but what is surprising is how much bigger he is even than my fantasies. I may not have the qualities of the girls in those videos I watch but Grant most certainly has the primary quality of the guys.
He steps closer and positions his cock to enter me and I remember to tell him what I dream of telling him in this moment just before the opportunity passes. I have to fight myself to be able to speak. The head of that monster between his legs presses up against me before I finally manage.
“I’m a virgin, Grant.” The words come out far quieter than I expect given how hard I work to find my voice.
He doesn’t thrust in but instead stares down at me in shock. I’m confused by his reaction at first, but after a moment, it occurs to me that he might interpret my words as meaning that I’m not ready for sex. I breathe out, “I’ve been waiting, waiting until you could be my first.”
His expression changes into a knowing smirk, the shocked, hesitant look replaced once more by a possessive snarl that sends another shiver of pleasure through me. He still hesitates and I say, “I want this. I really want this.” Now, his look says that I’m his, completely and utterly his and when he takes me, he will be taking what already belongs to him.
And I can’t wait for him to take it. When he thrusts into me, it feels like fireworks go off in my body and the climax he gives me with his mouth rockets right back to peak, filling me with pleasure that can only be described as indescribable. I think there was pain, too, just a brief flash. It’s sure as hell not as bad as my friends say the first time will be.
“Oh Grant,” I cry, “Oh God, yes!” Is that the sum total of my vocabulary during sex? I mean, at least not that announcing my virginity is no longer relevant. “Oh God, yes!”
My words are a cry pf appreciation and not permission. He already thrusts into me fast and hard, using me the way I want to be used, making me his in the most visceral way possible.
“Oh Grant!” I cry out, “I’m yours! God, I’m yours!” Okay, so I know a few more words.
He shifts positions and puts his hand around my throat, squeezing tightly enough that the sensations I feel instantly intensify but loosely enough that I can still draw breath to say, “Oh yes, Grant. Oh God, yes!” At the same time, he thrusts deeper and faster into me, and I am overwhelmed by the sheer power of the man. I seem to weigh nothing compared to him and if his hand around my neck weren’t holding me still, I would fly across the room from the force of his thrusts.
And I feel so… so… good. I know I keep saying that, but I just don’t have words to describe the pleasure that he gives me. It’s transcendent, it’s celestial. It’s—
“God!” I cry as a second climax, more powerful than the first orgasm is compared to all my previous ones, strikes me like a lightning bolt. My body stiffens and my legs stick straight up into the air, shaking for a few seconds before slamming back down onto his ass. He keeps thrusting forcefully, not slowing or stopping at all, and his hand remains clasped firmly around my neck.
After a few seconds, he growls, “Tell me you want this again.”