Fist closing over his cock, I revel in how his bicep flexes with his grip. My mouth waters and I’m just in awe of this massive man. Gian’s whole body is powerful. In the moment, I feel helpless. Eager, but unable to do anything but tremble when I think about his strength. The enormity of not just his body, but his presence. And it isn’t out of fear that I ponder this. My fear is so far behind me that perhaps that should frighten me. But how strong and sexy Gian is, I can’t help but enjoy how I feel like … his. His to fuck. His to have. I like that he’s so much larger and stronger than me. It makes me feel small and feminine and wanted. I want him to overtake me and fuck me, make me succumb to every wicked thing he wants to do to my body.
I’m a virgin. I don’t know what I want. But Gian knows what he wants to do to my body and I want him to do it.
Before I realize it, my mouth is open and I’m speaking in a breathy tone of voice. “I need you.” The words escape my lips in a quiet whisper.
I’m not sure that he heard my silly words until I see the embers of my innocence flitting through his eyes.
I’m Gian’s prey, and he’s predatory in how he eliminates the heated air crackling between us by launching himself toward me. His arms wrap around me, and my legs wrap around him in response. I pull him in my with ankles, desperate to have him near me. Desperate to feel that enormous cock. I’m shaking just thinking about what he’s going to do me. Lining my pussy up with his cock, I breathe raggedly. I’ve never done this before. There’s no going back. I’m going to do this. Everything seems incredibly real now and I start to panic internally. All I know is that I want it, I want it so badly and I need him to destroy my virginity the way that he destroyed my fear.
“You’re so wet, Lucy,” Gian says with a low voice. I almost don’t hear him but I do because of how closely I’m paying attention to him. “I’m being as gentle as I can. But I fucking need you.” I know enough to know what those words mean. He’s about to fuck me. Oh God, yes, he’s about to fuck me and I don’t care if it hurts. I need to feel Gian’s whole cock inside of me.
Gian doesn’t want to wait any longer. His eyes claim mine, and it’s so intimate for a second my eyes almost shut. But I can’t look away from him. I have to watch his face, watching mine, when he takes my virginity.
Gian slams his cock into my pussy with a wet sound as I sheath him to the hilt. His balls smack against my ass. I cry out. It doesn’t hurt, but my inner walls are stretching for him. The air is knocked out of my body, and I’m gasping for air. There was no more preamble to be had, and he just bottomed his cock all the way into me and I’m so glad. I’m ecstatic and overwhelmed, the sensation urging on even more new pleasures that I didn’t know were possible. My hands are wildly squeezing him and my legs, wrapped around him, are clinging for dear life. I lock my ankles tighter together and when he starts to move back, I use them to slam him back inside me. The intensity of that sensation makes my head fall back. I feel wild, like I might shiver, shake, float away from Gian.
But Gian has me. Not just impaled with his cock, but his hands capture me, claim me, and keep me in his hold. One hand cups the nape of my neck, the fingers gripping me tightly. The other hand’s fingers trail softly down my back. I’ve never been held so intimately before, and, despite the fact that I’m getting fucked so deep by a no-doubt enormous cock, I think this is the most intimate thing. His hands say more than lips can now; his eyes say more than either of them knows how to. There’s something raw, visceral between us, something real. I know it now, and maybe I’m being silly, but Gian’s face says the same thing. How he holds me makes it real.
Slowly, he strokes in me and out, in and out, again and again with a relentless but slow movement. He is never too far out of me, keeping me so full of him no matter what. Gian’s cock stays deep in me, despite the slow strokes, and I can’t bear the idea of him doing any differently. I need his cock inside me. I crave this new sensation, the way that he is claiming me; I need it more than I think I even need to breathe. Fireworks ignite under my skin in a map of the wildfire in my soul. I burn with intensity, with desire, with need. In every sensation I’m a phoenix in these ashes, reborn with lust and seemingly I’m created for just this moment. Then the next moment is just as thrilling, just as enticing, and I need him more than anything. I crave him more than anything. I don’t ever want him to stop. My lips are moving and I’m breathing but I don’t know how. “Gian, Gian,” I moan out. It takes me a second to even realize that I’m saying the words. My eyes start to roll back in their orbits, the sensation all so intense.