But I hold strong. In and out and in and out of the hottest, tiniest, drenched teenage pussy I’ve ever been inside. It’s like a lubed-up clenched fist gripping me and desperately trying to hold me every time I pull back for another thrust. I lean down against her, wrap my arms around her. Her heart is thumping so hard I can feel it through her perfect tits. My emotions are opening just the way she’s opening to me. I had no idea this was even possible to feel this way for a woman.
I grind against her, spreading her moisture all over the hilt of my cock and my thighs. I feel her breath against my ear and her moans, in sync with my every thrust. I feel her tits bouncing against my chest, but it’s not enough.
I’m possessed. I want to see everything.
I slow my strokes and sit up. Billie looks at me. “Did…did you come?”
“Oh, no,” I chuckle. “Trust me, sweet thing. You’ll know when that happens. I want you to do something for me.”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“I want you to turn around and get on your knees for me.” Billie’s eyes flare. This may be her first time, but she’s not backing down. She likes me telling her what to do, and the thought of this new position excites her. I lean back, tugging my cock from her tight pocket, and she instantly begins to obey my command.
“Like this, Daddy?”
I feel a twinge in my balls. Jesus, I don’t know how I’m going to get through this. And when I see her rock into place, and her ass, even more perfect than I imagined, shake and jiggle as she settles into position, I have to give my cock a hard slap to keep from spraying my seed all over her lower back.
“Yes, little girl,” I growl, getting behind her. “You’re a horny little vixen, aren’t you?”
Billie doesn’t answer. She just spreads her legs even wider, inviting me in. My cock is throbbing, and I waste no time sliding it back where it’s supposed to go.
We both gasp as I enter her balls deep. I’m sweating as I begin to pound her from behind, my balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. Her back is arched so perfectly and her ass shakes with each stroke. I can barely take it.
Billie moans, her pussy tightening on my cock. Her juices are dripping down my hilt and onto the couch cushions below. I’m snarling like a beast as I snatch her hair and tug, arching her back to the limit as I unleash my power, driving my thick rod home with all the power I have. Her moans turn to cries of passion that tug me closer and closer to the limit, but I feel her clamping down on me. She’s on the verge of her climax, and I will not reach mine until she’s had hers.
“Come for me, sweet thing. Come on Daddy’s dick.”
“Yes!” she cries out, my words sending her over the edge.
Her sweet hole becomes a vise, swallowing my inches, tugging me down inside her to the very hilt of my cock. I groan as her walls throb, her body shaking as her orgasm takes hold. I spank her hard as my own seed sprays out, splashing against her cervix, filling her tight little pocket.
She’s a virgin. I’m fucking her raw. There’s no way she’s on birth control. There’s a good chance this will get her pregnant.
And I’m okay with that.
In fact, I’m more than okay with that.
Our bodies quiver in perfect unison, and I slump down on top of her. We’re both sweating, I realize, but neither of us care. We lie there breathing hard, our hearts beating in perfect sync as we come down.
“Wow,” Billie finally says. “You’re enormous.”
“How would you know?” I tease.
“I don’t have to have had sex to know that,” she giggles, sending pulses through my still-hard shaft.
Christ, as I lie with her, I feel as though I’m a new man. Before I met Billie, I was lost, a wandering man simply following orders, never questioning what those orders might be, carrying a crushing weight on my back that was slowly killing me. But now that weight is gone, and with her in my arms, I am free. What did I do to deserve this second chance at life? That’s a question I don’t even want an answer to. All I know is that I have been granted one, and I will make sure I do everything I can not to screw it up.
“Gage,” Billie whispers. “I have to close up the gallery.”
“What? I thought you already did.”
“No,” she replies. “I just locked up. There are things I need to do to close it for the day.”
I sit up and look down at her to see if she’s just kidding around. But she looks back up at me, and I can see by her expression that she’s serious. “Billie. After what I told you before, do you really think there’s any chance that I’m letting you go back to the gallery?”