A shudder runs through my body too as I drive the rest of my cock the full depth into her soaked hole, bottoming out completely inside her. A long moan of pleasure escapes Leia’s lips, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask. She nods.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “It feels really good…”
Just hearing her say that ignites something inside me. I immediately start thrusting—faster than I probably should this early on, but I just can’t control myself. I seize both of her thighs, spreading her wide open, and look down at my cock sliding in and out of her gorgeous pussy.
“Christ, look at that,” I whisper. “So fucking hot.”
This is what I’ve wanted since I saw her standing there in the living room at her father’s house. I can’t remember the last time a girl caused this kind of desire within me. My life has just been about my work, but right now, none of that matters. Right now, the rest of the world doesn’t even seem to exist; it’s just Leia and her perfect body beneath me, and all I can think about is what my life would be like if I had her with me like this every night.
Her moans are like music, the most incredible sounds I’ve ever heard.
I pick up the pace, slamming my body against hers faster and faster, my balls slapping against her firm little ass and making wet sounds upon impact.
I can’t keep this up much longer. The next time I fuck her, I’ll be able to hold out, but this first time is like the first time tasting ice cream—I just don’t know how to handle myself.
“Angel,” I growl. “You’re going to make me explode.”
“I’m close too, Sterling,” she replies, her voice quivering. “Don’t stop, please!”
“Oh, I’m not stopping,” I assure her, snatching a fistful of her hair and bringing her lips to mine. “In fact, I’m going to fuck you faster and fill your tight little cunt with my cum.”
With my other hand, I snatch her ass, giving me leverage to pound her with, holding her like my own personal fuck doll as I drill her with my cock, her legs spread and taking it like a good little girl. I don’t know how she’s taking it so well, this being her first time and all, but she is.
Christ, she’s perfect. Her back arched, her tits like perfect mountains aimed up at the ceiling, topped with two little pink gumdrops, and a face like a goddess with a mouth open, emitting the cutest little moans possible.
Her pussy grips my cock like a fist. The muscles of her ass are tense in my hand. I can feel her getting close, which is perfect because so am I. My cock is a molten rod of steel ready to bust.
“I’m going to fill you up, angel,” I growl, bringing my lips within millimeters of hers. “You’re going to take it all, okay?”
Leia nods, her eyes rolled back, mouth open, caught up in the rapture and the rhythm of our bodies.
I smash down on her, drive as deep as I can go, and explode inside her.
My hips jerk, and my entire body spasms as my orgasm tears through me. My seed sprays deep inside her, and at the exact same time, Leia cries out and grabs me hard with both arms.
“I’m coming!” she cries out, letting her teeth drag across my neck as though just a slight bit more pressure would cause her to bite down.
Her pussy snatches on to my shaft with such pressure that I can’t move as I continue to unload. My balls drain deep into her hole, and I come like I’ve been edging for weeks. We clutch each other like two lovers who have been together for years, shaking and quivering, moaning and gasping until finally we both come down together and I roll to one side as to not completely crush her.
“Wow…” Leia pants, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. I reach up and brush some sweaty hair from her face, now flushed and red.
“Not bad, eh?” I tease. “For a first time?”
She turns and smiles at me, then giggles. “Um, yeah. I’d say.”
6
Leia
I wake up to the smell of bacon cooking and the feel of warm sunlight on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see I’m alone in bed and quickly sit up. My mind quickly goes to the bad dream I had.
No, he wouldn’t have a sexy female chef down there, would he?
All the same, I quickly throw on some pajama bottoms and a T-shirt and head down to the kitchen to check.
The smell of bacon cooking grows stronger as I take the stairs. I can’t get the images of last night out of my mind either. And those are real images too—not just things I dreamt up.