by Wyatt, Dani
I bring my thumb to her open lips, and she sucks it inside without hesitation.
“Soon it will be my cock here. I want you to feel me from your mouth to your ass. I will take you everywhere, my sprite.”
My balls draw up as her tongue swirls around my thumb and her pussy leaks all over my dick. Her hips arch up and off the bed, meeting my thrusts, and it’s all I can do to not explode all over her belly.
I pop my thumb from her lips and come down, my lips taking hers as I once again line myself up with her tight entrance. Warm juice spreads over the head as I do, and I press forward before I realize how impossibly tight she is.
I hold the base of my cock, feeling the pulse throbbing and my balls ready to heave and empty themselves, but I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back.
“Please, just do it. I can’t stand it...” Astrid’s face is pained as I shudder at the wild pleasure of just this minor contact, the anticipation of the moment.
“This is us, my love.” The words come easily now, the feeling that I’m giving her my soul, my love, overcoming me. I wince as I press forward, her resistance stopping me dead as her eyes widen, and she shifts her hips in an effort to take me. “Hold on.”
Her hot opening drips as I shove my hips forward, taking her lips in mine and swallowing her scream, my entire body on fire. I want this moment to last, but I need more, I need inside that tight cherry cunt, so she knows there is no turning back for either of us.
My tongue tangles with hers as I give her another inch, feeling her body tighten. I slip my hands under her back, looping over her tiny shoulders, and I’m covering her entirely, holding her in place as I gather my resolve and take the last of what’s left of her innocence.
She shivers as I grunt, driving forward, and her scream is muffled in my mouth as she scratches and tears at the flesh on my back, her hips bucking as her opening strangles my cock until I can barely take my next breath.
We’re holding each other tight. She’s gasping, and I’m barely able to breathe at the perfection of her.
Our kiss intensifies as I struggle to move an inch in and out. I’m through her cherry. It’s mine now.
And mine is hers.
With another hard thrust, another yelp into my kiss, I’m halfway inside and the warmth and tightness have my head spinning as thoughts of our future invade my mind, making me feel drunk, like I’m dreaming of our own sort of Oz.
I shift my hips, back then forward again, taking her a bit at a time as I give her what I have in the same way. When I feel her foot come up and rest on the back of my leg, urging me forward, I know I’ve found my home.
She’s dripping, her slick honey running down my shaft onto my balls as I rock slowly, then increase my speed as her tightness lessens and her body begins to melt beneath me.
I lock my jaw to keep from exploding inside of her. It works, but I still feel my seed leaking out.
“It hurts...” Her pale blue, trusting eyes are on mine as our lips separate. “It’s so not fair.” She whimpers as I move in and out, listening to her hiss and wince.
“What’s not fair?” I manage through the haze of lust and adoration for this precious creature that’s taking me inside her body.
“That it hurts the girl so much the first time, and you guys...” She grits her teeth as I move forward, her opening barely allowing entry to the remaining few inches. “Get away with just saying ‘I’m sorry’.”
She’s serious, but there’s a hint of a smile on her swollen lips and I nod.
“You’re right,” I agree. “It’s not fucking fair. But think of this...you’re going to have two, three, ten orgasms to my one. I promise you that, for the rest of our lives, okay? Will that make up for this...one painful moment?”
Her eyes light up, and she rocks her hips upward into my thrusts on a tiny nod.
“After a few times, you’ll forget all about how much it hurts. I’m going to fuck your sweet cherry gone, and then it will be all wet dreams and cotton candy for you...I’ll eat your pussy every day, I’ll make a chart and tick off every orgasm you have, and I’ll make sure you are ten to my one. Your pleasure is my muse, my precious sprite.”
She gushes around my cock and I begin to move more easily in and out, her body finally giving me access to her deepest recesses, my balls resting on her ass as I hold myself steady, memorizing this moment.
“Even though it hurts, I want more. I want you to move.” She wiggles under me.
“Everyone will know you belong to me. My scent will be on you. With every step from today forward, you’ll remember what it felt like to take my cock.”
I shift and move with her, letting her guide what she wants, and in a moment her body starts to tense, her eyes half lidded as her hands come to my cheeks, gripping my beard, her mouth parting as I feel her pussy start to pulse.
“Oh God...” She arches her neck, her hips driving up, taking me all the way until I feel her cervix block my path.
“You’re mine now. Cum on my cock. God, baby, give that to me. Give me everything—”
My name mixes with a scream as she goes off, showering my dick and balls with her sweet, warm juice. I raise my body just enough to reach down between us and strum her clit, dragging another writhing orgasm from her.
Curse words burst from both of our lips and my balls seize up.
“You want all of me, too?” I seethe through gritted teeth, every muscle so tight I think they are all going to snap. “You want me. My cum. Everything. Don’t you? Tell me you want it all. I’ve given you all that you’ve given me, but I want your soul. And I’ll give you mine...”
She nods, her legs flinging up and around my ass, pulling me deeper as her pussy clutches.
“You’re milking that cum from my balls. You’re mine. All mine.”
I let go. Blinding light flashes in my eyes. Her name is on my lips as I empty into her, cumming so hard it hurts. I belong to her now.
I’m releasing my soul into her. And I know why I waited. Everything is clear now.
9
Astrid
“DON’T GO.” I WRAP myself around Mathias, clinging to his massive body as the early morning sun begins to intrude on our night of moans and discoveries, of things neither of us understood before last night.
My body aches. I’m sore between my legs sure, but nearly everywhere else as well from the constant movement. Who knew sex could be such a good workout?
Besides the sore muscles, there’s the tender spots where his fingers dug in, his teeth left their mark...
My near white skin is littered with light red and deepening purple reminders which fill me with an surprising sense of pride.
I rub against him, his cock still half hard, which I would think impossible because he’s released probably ten rounds of his sticky ammo into me—and onto me—during the night.
“You’re so warm,” I whine, as his hands grip my ass and work my body upward until I’m sitting on him, looking down.
“So are you. You’d rather stay here, no coffee, no food...”
I pout, feeling his dick twitch under my sore sex as I glide my hips back and forth over the thickening shaft.
“Yes. I don’t want to ever leave here. It’s scary out there.” I say in a babyish voice. “We can live off the land.”
He inhales through his nose, his hands coming to my chest and cupping my breasts, twisting my nipples and sending a zing of pleasure from my chest to my toes.
“If we keep this up, we will be found shriveled up from starvation. We’ve burned off more calories in one night than most people do in a month.”
I know he’s right, but I feel safe here. Happy. A kind of joyful happiness, and it’s something I can’t remember feeling in so long. All the uncertainty, the sadness—the fear of the last few years, especially—that’s been my constant companion, seems to wash away with the sound of the water flowing beneath us.
“Well, probably could use a shower.” I screw up my lips in admission.
Mathias grunts under me. “I like having you smell like sex. Our sex. Like me.”
His fingers continue to work my nipples, making my thoughts hazy. He releases one of my breasts, brings his hand to my face and grips, pulling me down so that his mouth takes mine.
His tongue sweeps between my lips, and for a split-second I realize I haven’t brushed my teeth since yesterday, but as the kiss deepens any pragmatic thoughts drift away and I lose myself in this mountain man that has stolen my heart in record time.
His cock has grown rock hard between my legs as I slip back and forth, my sex slick again, wanting him. He deposited enough cum inside me last night to breed an army, and maybe it’s the wildness of it all, but I accepted the fact that I wanted him bare, raw. That I could actually picture myself full with him. Belly round, tits ripe...for a man I know almost nothing about.
“You know...” I start. “I gotta say, for two virgins, I think we knocked it out of the park.”
His low chuckle rumbles under me as his hand moves from my chin to my throat, and a shiver of excitement quivers down low at the possessiveness. I’m addicted to him already. I’m not sure if it’s the orgasms—too many to count—or the way I feel like I belong to him in this otherworldly way. All I know is I never want these feelings to end.
“Well, I knocked it out of the park.” His sexy lips curve up on one side. “You...” He tips his head back and forth. “Were adequate.”
I smack his arm on a gasp. “Adequate?” I repeat, yelping as I smack him again, reminding me again of just how hard his entire body is. “Adequate!”
He’s mocking me, which is fair since I said the same thing about his cabin. House. Cabin mansion... Whatever it is.
His low chuckle is met with strong hands on my waist, pulling me up as he stands from the bed and sets me down on my feet in front of him. I give his arm another smack as he reaches down and takes a handful of my ass.
“More than adequate.” He adds as his cock stands up, falling forward to bump me just above my belly button, creamy liquid leaving a wet spot where it’s connected and my mouth waters.
“I’ll show you adequate.” I hiss, and I know what I want to do.
He looks down at me and my belly flips. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.
I want him to feel like a king.
I slip my hands down over the indentations of his six-pack, which, in truth, is more like eight or ten depending on his movements. I pause at his hips, my eyes on his, and he takes a quick breath, his lips opening with unspoken words.
I drop to my knees, my teeth nipping into my bottom lip. I’m unsure, and yet strangely confident.
“You’re going to give me that mouth cherry of yours aren’t you, little one?”
I nod, my face now in line with his erection, and up close it’s even more magnificent. But a flash of fear courses through me, wondering what to do.
And how that thing is ever going to fit in my mouth. It will be halfway to my heart if I take it down to those ridiculously huge balls.
His eyes flash with darkness as his hand comes to rest, heavy on the top of my head.
“You want to serve me like a good girl should. You want to give me all of you.”
“Yes.” I manage, as I slip my fingers around the center of the steel rod, the skin as soft as silk, and the feel of him in my grip makes my pussy tingle and my belly flutter.
“Lick the tip.” He orders. “Just the tip. I want to watch that sweet tongue of yours lap at that drop of cum, waiting just for your sweet little mouth.”
I do as he instructs, poking my tongue out and letting the liquid on the tip drift over my taste buds.
Mathias groans as I lick, letting his flavor brand itself into me, the softness of the swollen tip a contrast to the hardness of the rest of him.
I run my tongue up and around the head, listening to his breathing grow rapid as his hand on my head starts to guide me.
As I move my hand around the shaft, up and down, the skin moves easily over the hardness underneath, while I give the engorged head kisses and flicks with my tongue, hoping what I’m doing makes him feel a fraction of the way he made me feel with his mouth.
His balls hang low, and I bring my other hand to touch the textured skin, feel the course hairs, caressing as I kiss and lick the bottom of his shaft and feel his hand tighten in my hair, a pained sound drifting down from above.
When I stop, looking up, I see a wildness in his eyes, but I’m unsure.
“Is it okay? Am I making you feel good?” The words tremble from my lips, and while I’m shocked at my own lack of inhibitions, I truly want to know the answers.
“It’s not okay. It’s not good.” His voice is low and thick, and for a moment my stomach drops. “It’s fucking incredible.”
“You can tell me what you want me to do.”
“Open your mouth. Lick your lips, get it slick with spit and take it inside.”
“I’ll try. It’s pretty frickin’ big.” I smile.
“I believe in you.” He growls as he drops his other hand to rest on my head, his fist holding me steady and guiding my mouth forward. “Your hand on my balls is perfect. Feels so fucking good. Now, suck, baby.”
His hands urge me forward and I open my lips, licking them and spitting on the tip before I take it into my mouth. I keep my lips curled around my teeth as I massage his balls from underneath, feeling the unusual sensation of the skin move in my hand.
I imagine his cum shooting out, down my throat, how it will feel being able to give him that sort of pleasure. The idea makes me dizzy.
We begin to move together, his hands on my head as each of his thrusts opens my mouth further, until my jaw pops.
“Jesus. You’re going to make me cum too fast.” He grunts. “I want to enjoy this. Stay still.”
I’m panting as he pulls away, leaving me shaking, saliva dripping down my chin as he turns to the pile of clothes on the floor and whips his belt from the loops on his jeans, stepping behind me and crouching down.
“Hands. Behind your back.” His breath is hot on my back as I comply. The leather loops around my wrists, tugging my shoulders tight as the sound of the buckle clicks and my hands are suddenly immobile, resting against my ass as he comes back around, his cock demanding as he presses it without another word to my mouth.
“Suck.” He barks, and instead of fear I’m more aroused than ever. “Get those lips open, do as you’re told, little one.”
I answer with action, opening my lips as he shoves half of his length deep in one thrust, choking me as tears spring to my eyes.
“You’re going to beg me to fuck that sweet mouth of yours from now on, aren’t you? You’ll beg to show me your purpose. To please me. Beg for my cum. Beg me to let you swallow what I give you.”
His movements turn more fevered as I choke, tears dripping down my cheeks and mixing with my own spit as it coats my chin. The softness is gone. He’s using me to jerk himself off in my mouth and the rational part of me says he’s being cruel, but other parts of me have never felt more alive.
His cock grows even more impossibly hard and full in my mouth, cutting off my air as I pull at the belt around my wrists, his hands clutching at my skull, fucking into my face with no conscience.
“Yes.” He hisses as gurgling, guttural sounds come from me. He looks down and I see him through hazy tears, imagining how horrible I must look. As that thought crosses through my mind, Mathias chases it away. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and sexy than you giving everything to please me. Relax, I want down your throat.”
He slows his movements, instead easing the head of his cock to my tonsils as my throat squeezes around the unfamiliar intrusion.
“Shhhh, look at me and swallow.” His voice is deep, soothing, and with more gentle pressure I follow his commands, swallowing around the enormous swollen helmet blocking my airway. “Fuck, Jesus, that’s fucking amazing.” He gr
its out, his eyes closing as his head drops back and his pleasure only makes me want to give him more.
I swallow again, and again, feeling my throat massage his cock and then it seems to pass this invisible point and ease another inch forward, and the gagging eases.
He drops his gaze back to mine and there is pride in his eyes.
“You are fucking perfect. Perfect for me. Perfect.”
He rocks deeper as I bob my head forward, controlling the rhythm and learning to gasp a furious gurgling breath around him when I’m able. He has utter control over my life at this moment, but I have no fear.
Instead, as he grunts, his body hardening, I’m close to my own orgasm. When the curse words begin to flow from Mathias and the first salty jets of his release fill my throat, I feel myself near the edge.
“God, I fucking love you...”
Those are the last words I hear before my own orgasm blinds me, and no other thoughts exist except for his pleasure which seems to only feed my own.
Spurts of hot cream fill my throat, over and over, as I desperately try to swallow. He draws back, allowing my first full breath in minutes as I drink him down, feeling the twitching of his climax along his shaft, cum and spit running from my mouth down my chest as my own orgasm heats me from inside and I moan around his cock, struggling to keep every drop he’s given me inside my mouth.
“That cock is yours now. It will be your job to take care of it from now on. Just like I’m going to take care of you.” He grunts as he relieves my mouth of every inch, leaving me gasping and panting as he takes a knee in front of me. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I meant what I said a minute ago, Astrid.”
I clear my throat as he reaches around and releases my hands, taking them in his and guiding them to his chest, where I feel the thumping of his heart.
He pinches my chin, centering his eyes on me. “I fucking love you.”
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