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“Then unzip me.”

My eyes dart to the tent between our bodies. This is it. It’s about to happen. Mickey’s about to take my virginity and make me a woman. I’ve craved it from the second I saw him, uninterested in anyone else before, and even less now that he’s in my life.

I fumble at first, struggling to find the zipper. It’s harder to get down with his throbbing meat straining the fabric of his pants. When it finally gives, Mickey’s cock shoots through the hole.

“Oh my God, it’s so fucking big.” But in my haphazard inspection of what Mickey’s going to plow inside me, my brow furrows. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”

Mickey smirks. “It wouldn’t have been fair of me to take yours if I was wearing any.”

I don’t buy it. Mickey isn’t wearing underwear because he wanted as few barriers between himself and me as possible.

“Can I touch it?” It feels silly to ask, but I don’t know the etiquette. It’s my first time in the hot seat, and I don’t want to do anything wrong.

He nods.

I wrap a hand around his girthy cock, and my fingers can’t touch on the other side. Jesus, he’s going to bust me in two with this thing.

“It’s so hard.”

“It’s what happens when a man gets aroused,” Mickey says as if this is a teaching experience.

“I know that much,” I slap his chest with my free hand. I’m not going to let go of his cock with the other. Not until he has it breaching my walls. “It’s just a lot more than I thought it would be.”

“Are you ready, Brianna?”

“I am. Do it. Fuck me.”

Mickey scoffs at my remark. “I’m going to be slow with you. At least as long as I can hold myself back.”

Mickey stands up with me still straddling his hips. I hook my legs around his waist and throw my arms around his shoulder for balance. Holy shit, he’s strong. He isn’t even flinching with me in his arms.

He spins around and sets me down on my back, settling his weight on top of me. The tip of his manhood slides between my legs, and parts the folds at my entrance. But Mickey doesn’t penetrate yet.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. So fucking ready.”

I nod. I couldn’t speak if I wanted to. No words spring to mind, consumed by my lustful desire to feel Mickey inside of me.

His meaty paws take my hips in a firm grip and he lifts my body until our hips are aligned. The hood of his arousal parts my lips and glides through my slick folds. He guides himself in slowly, as he promised, but it doesn’t stop his thick trunk from stretching me completely. Sharp pain settles in my belly with Mickey’s first thrust. It lingers there with the next one, but beneath the pain, pleasure fights to the surface.

I thought I was ready for this, but nothing I’ve seen could prepare me for Mickey’s onslaught. His thick slab of meat fills me to the brim and knocks the wind from my lungs with every thrust.

“Are you okay?” Mickey asks shakily. Every muscle in his body is straining against his skin. He’s keeping control because he’s scared of hurting me.

But I’d rather have him throw it away and dominate me.

“Yes,” I say, even though it hurts. “This is amazing, Mickey. It’s all I could think about from the second I saw you, and now it’s happening. You’re breaking me, branding me, making me yours. I’m not okay. I’m over the fucking moon.”

My speech sends Mickey into a wild spiral. He collapses on top of me and kisses me. The fierce embrace is followed by his hips gyrating and bucking harder and faster inside of me.

“There it is. Lose control. Don’t be slow, don’t be gentle. Use me, fuck me,” I moan into his mouth. I didn’t know I could say such filthy things, but while Mickey’s buried inside me they feel so right.

My hands find their way to my nipples while Mickey tears me apart. He presses a thumb against my clit and stimulates it.

“Cum on this cock,” Mickey orders. He doesn’t have to say it twice for my body to give him the response he’s after.

A guttural moan brings me to that heavenly place. My intimate muscles spasm and tense around Mickey’s expert tool between my legs. Moisture explodes from my center, and Mickey thrusts into it greedily.

“That’s right, baby. You feel that?” He asks, but the question falls on deaf ears while I wriggle and writhe in sheer bliss. “This is the only cock you’re going to cum on. You’re mine.”


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