by Vanna King
His finger enters me. I gasp, unused to the intrusion.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs in a guttural voice, his face etched in utter concentration. “You’re going to feel so good around my cock, baby. I can’t wait to fuck this sweet little pussy with my big, fucking cock.”
I moan and moan with every swipe and flick of his tongue on my clit as he eases his finger inside me.
“But first I want this sweet, tight cunt to come for Daddy. I want you to squirt your juices on my tongue, baby.”
He opens me wider and sucks on my clit harder, flicking it with his tongue relentlessly until the exquisite pressure in my core hits the breaking point.
I scream, mind-rending pleasure engulfing me whole. I moan his name over and over, as my first orgasm wracks my entire body from inside out.
Oh God, the romance novels were not lying after all.
BRON
My balls are on fire, my cock about to burst.
I grip the base hard to calm it the fuck down before I shoot my cum all over the sheets. I don’t want that. I want to release inside her.
Fuck yeah, it’s insane, but I want to come inside her. No other place but inside her sweet pussy.
You fucking idiot! Rubber!
Maybe I’ll pull out at the last moment. Yeah, I will. Whatfuckingever!
My rampaging lust drowns out my common sense.
I crawl between her legs now lying limply from her orgasm, spreading them wider, my cock unwilling to be denied any second longer.
Her wet, wet pussy is waiting for me. So fucking beautiful I want to weep. I haven’t licked it enough, but I will later. Oh fuck, I definitely will. But right now, cock is the fucking boss.
I rub the big purplish head between her sopping slit. I groan at the feel of her hot flesh making contact with my now hyper-sensitive dick.
Jesus, she’s got the most beautiful cunt. Almost bare except for a little triangular patch on top of her mound. Lush and velvety soft lips. Her clit is fat and pink. I want to suck it some more, but I badly want to come.
I rub my cock head faster over her clit, creating a wet friction.
She pants and sobs, thrashing her head from side to side on the pillow, her eyes closed tightly, mouth open as she chases her breath, still in the grip of her orgasm. Her boobs are twin little mountains of perfection, her pink nipples begging to be sucked. I want to suck all parts of her at the same time.
But fuck, I need to…
I kiss her lips as I guide my cock to her small opening, rubbing, finding her entrance. With her abundant wetness, she’s all ready for me.
I push.
Hard.
“Ow…!” she gasps.
I groan harshly as her hole expands to accommodate the broad head of my cock. Fuck, she’s small. Too small. I haven’t stretched her enough. I’m huge, but my past sexual partners had no difficulty taking me after the initial entry, but Leigh…fuck, I’m so happy I found her before she could explore her sexuality to the fullest. She’s still new to sex, I could tell by her tightness, and whatever she’s experienced in the past will be obliterated. From now on, I’ll be her mentor. Her only lover.
My cock is all she’ll ever get from here on.
Her palms roam my chest restlessly, her entire body tense.
I push harder and she squeaks as the head fully slips in, stretching her. Christ! Her tightness is fucking incredible!
“Oh God, Bron, you’re too big for me. I can’t…”
“Yes, you can, baby. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight I can’t believe it.” Her pussy is clamping hard around me, and I’m not even halfway in. It feels so fucking good I want to ram all the way to the hilt and start humping away like a bull in a rut.
But I don’t want to hurt her. She was telling the truth. She clearly hadn’t been sexually active or she would have taken me just fine.
I make a few shallow thrusts, pushing deeper with each downward glide of my hips. Her nails are digging into my shoulders now, making pained noises. Damn, I’m going to wear her marks come morning, and I grow harder thinking about, loving her nails biting into my skin.
I can’t take the torture anymore. I ram into her.
Her scream fills my ears.
I’m balls deep inside the snuggest pussy I’ve ever had.
Christ! If I move, I swear, I’m going to come. But if I don’t move, I think I’m going to explode. Fuck, I can’t stop now. I pull out and slowly push back in, grunting in pleasure.
She’s crying out and it sounds different. She’s so wet but she seems to be not enjoying it anymore, and it can’t happen. Not now!
I lift my chest off of her to look in her face. Her eyes are shut tightly, and she’s wincing.
Comprehension enters my lust-drenched brain. “Leigh…?”
She moans weakly. I lift myself higher to look between us, where we are joined.
Blood coats the thick base of my cock.
Shocked, my eyes fly to her face again, afraid that I have hurt her with my size. This never happened before, and I could swear she was more than ready for it.
Then realization hits me. Oh, Jesus…!
“Leigh, open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”
She slowly opens them. Despite the tension gripping my entire body as I delay my orgasm, I feel weak looking into the liquid depths of her beautiful eyes, now awash with tears.
“Is this your first time, baby?” I ask her gently, afraid of the answer and yet hoping it is so.
She nods, tears flowing down the sides of her face.
I think I just lost a huge part of me to her right this minute, not just my cock deeply lodged within her virgin pussy, but a part of me that has remained untouched all my life, until this very moment.
“Leigh…my God.” I moan in both joy and pain. It almost kills me to say it, but I do. “Do you want me to stop, baby?”
Her arms and legs wrap around my body tightly. “No. No! I don’t want you to stop. Please, don’t stop, Bron.”
Relief floods me but still…“But I’m hurting you.”
“No, I’m fine now. Please, I want you to feel what you’ve given me. I want you to finish this. Take me.”
“I’m going to come inside you,” I say, warning her of the possible consequences because there’s no way I’m going to pull out when I come. Not after knowing she’s pure and untouched by any other man.
I’m her first lover. And I vow to be her last.
“Yes. Oh yes, please!”
At that moment, nothing could have stopped me from filling her with my seed. I’m ready for it. Finally ready for it. I want to fill her belly with my first baby. And second. And third. I want to watch her tummy grow big with my child, see her tits bursting with milk.
The very thought is my undoing.
I moan like an animal and take what’s mine.
Holding her hips firmly, I align our bodies and start thrusting in and out of her. I shut my eyes tightly, gritting my teeth as her tightness and wetness enslave my cock. Fuck, I can’t believe such pussy exists. It’s holding on to me like it won’t ever let go. And it’s pure, untouched by any other dick but mine. I’ll never get over that fact.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck and take her harder, marking my territory in and out of her body, so that her pussy won’t respond to any other cock but mine.
In out, in out.
Faster and deeper.
I rub her clit, forcing her to join me in this sweet, wild ride all the way to the summit.
She moves with me and I know I’ve rekindled her fire. I suck her nipples, holding off my cum, stroking her clit until she’s sobbing, nearing her peak again.
“Do you know how good you feel around my cock, baby? Your tightness…my sweet little virgin….so wet for Daddy…so fucking delicious. I’m going to come inside you, fill you with my cum, fill you with everything I’ve got. It’s all yours, sweetness. Do you want my cum, baby?”
She cries out and goes rigid under
me, her limbs locking tightly around my body. Her pussy spasms around my cock as she comes again, drawing out my seed.
“Fuck, yes! Here, baby, take my cum. Take all of it!”
I come like I never did before, shuddering, muttering praises and expletives as I surrender my babies into her waiting depths. All of it. Burst after fucking burst. It seems to go on and on, this incredible little death. I shudder helplessly as it takes me to a new level of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve come a million times, but never like this.
It’s a rite of passage. I’ve crossed a bridge to the other side, and I don’t care if the bridge collapses and I can no longer go back. The other side feels so damn good I could stay here forever.
I slump onto her, my entire weight covering her, sapped of all strength. I feel like I’ve been knocked out cold in the octagon, but in the most sublime way.
I sigh in the crook of her neck, satiated beyond my experience. This must be heaven. I fucking died and gone to heaven.
“Leigh…My sweet, sweet Leigh.” I kiss her cheek gently, reveling in her warm softness and now familiar scent.
She moans, her little cunt rippling around my semi-hard cock, making it fill with blood all over again. Fuck, help me, I’m a grown, very experienced man, not a trigger-happy teenager, but every little quiver of her pussy around my cock is bringing it quickly back to life.
I can’t fucking believe this.
I just know my life would take a different course from here on.
Chapter Six
BRON
After coming inside her last night, I slept like a baby. I’ve never spent all night with a woman in this bed, or any bed for that matter, so that was a first for me.
Leigh. My virgin goddess.
I smile, still feeling smug. Virgin no more. I took care of that last night. The memory of her incredible tightness would probably be stamped on my cock forever if it had a brain. I’ve never given virginity much importance. I’ve had some in my younger days, especially during my heydays in the octagon, where women, fresh out of high school would offer themselves to me for their first time. They were brazen young girls who asked for it like, “I want Badass Bronc to draw my first blood.” It was merely bragging rights for them.
I’ve obliged some and walked away right after, never giving it much thought. I’m not proud of those days, but that was what I was.
Now, however, I feel like a new man. This angel’s virginity, I value. I don’t know why. The feeling is just there. The pride. The sense of ownership. I’ve never been possessive of a woman, not when they come up to me eager to get a piece of me almost every fucking day. But the thought of Leigh not belonging to me brings out some violent thoughts.
She belongs to me. Yes, she does.
I watch her as she sleeps. I don’t dare touch her yet. I don’t want to wake her up before she’s ready. I want her fully rested for all the things we’re going to do the rest of the day.
She looks like an angel with her golden hair spread out on the pillow. I’m very hard, and I want her again, but I curb my sexual appetite, which level, I’ve noticed, has reverted to my teenage days. She must still be sore from last night.
I order breakfast instead.
Now, my little goddess needs to rise and shine. Breakfast arrived minutes ago, and I don’t want it to cool down.
I wake her up by tickling her ear with the petals of a carnation the hotel chef has sent with the food.
She opens her baby blues and blinks at me, then smiles. I swear my heart stops beating every time she smiles at me. And I’m waxing stupid poetic so early in the morning.
“Hi,” she greets me, her voice still sleepy.
“Hey.” I kiss her cheek gently.
We stare at each other. My heart resumes beating, but blood seems to be pumping straight to my cock now.
She sits up, holding the comforter to her chest. I want to rip it away so I can look at her pink nakedness in broad daylight. She looks fresh and so young, so beautiful in the morning light. But I don’t like the awkward way she’s looking at me. “Sleep well?” I ask.
She nods. There’s a look in her eyes. Uncertainly? Fear? Regret? I don’t want to see any of that. “Breakfast’s ready in the balcony.”
“Uhm, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom…”
I touch her cheek. “Alright, but don’t leave me too long, baby. I’ll be waiting at the balcony, okay?”
“Okay.”
I reluctantly leave her to give her some privacy. I can tell she’s feeling anxious. She’s young, and maybe she’s confused. She gave her virginity to me last night, and I can only guess of her thoughts. I don’t want her to dwell on those thoughts too long. She shouldn’t fear any consequences of last night. I’m going to take care of her.
I go out to the balcony. Vegas sunshine welcomes me. I had this area landscaped like an oasis in the clouds. I do most of my thinking here.
The hotel staff laid out a little feast on the table. I pour myself a cup of coffee and take a sip.
Then I go to the jacuzzi and run the water. My little goddess is going to love a bubble bath.
LEIGH
Why am I still here?
I should have left at dawn, while he was still asleep. But I overslept.
Dammit. Now, how am I going to leave without having an awkward episode? He didn’t look like he wanted to say goodbye yet.
He isn’t in a hurry to get rid of me which is kind of flattering. He did turn away five women last night for me. FIVE women. I still can’t comprehend what kind of a man has five women at his disposal like he’s some sultan with a harem.
But that’s beside the point. The point is, why am I still here? I didn’t plan to stay the morning after. I really should be going.
Like now!
Can I possibly sneak out without him noticing? He’s on the balcony, and this place is so huge he won’t notice if I’m careful.
“Leigh?”
I jump at the sound of his voice. My body reacts, too. My nipples unfurl, and my tummy flutters. I groan inwardly.
“You okay, baby?”
“Uhm…I’ll be out in a minute!”
“I’ll be here waiting. I poured your coffee already.”
I wince, looking around. The bathroom is huge and luxurious. This guy must be so loaded to afford a place like this. Is this the presidential suite or something? It looks grander than that.
I open a cabinet beside the vanity. I see some disposable toothbrush amid male cosmetics. I quickly brush my teeth and rinse with a mouthwash. I wash my face, too.
I stare at myself in the mirror.
I’m no longer a virgin. I still look the same and yet I feel different. I feel him everywhere on my body. Especially down there.
Oh, hush! I grab a white robe and put it on. I smell him. I’m going to miss this scent. My chest constricts at the thought.
“Baby?”
I sigh and open the door. I guess I can’t sneak out. Might as well say a proper goodbye. Maybe after breakfast.
He stands up from a chair when I get out of the bathroom.
He’s still not wearing any top, just a pair of black track pants. Looks like he’s been working out. He’s even more gorgeous in broad daylight. Big, hard and ripped. Whew!
He walks up to me, a smile on his face.
I look at my toes. How can I keep my eyes on his face when his fabulous abs are so visually arresting? I itch to touch him. He has the V, the pair of defined muscles bracketing a man’s lower belly that can only be achieved through disciplined, rigorous workout.
He puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face. “My goddess is feeling shy this morning,” he says, amusement in his voice.
Yeah, this is me minus the effects of Margarita.
I boldly meet his eyes. God, I’m going to miss looking in his eyes.
He bends his head and kisses me. My toes curl. He tastes of coffee. Delicious.
I’m going to miss his kisses, to
o.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue slithering in.
I cling to his massive arms, kissing him back.
He pulls away, groaning. “Breakfast first. We need to feed you for later.”
Later. There is no later.
Holding my hand, he leads me out of the master’s bedroom.
This place is really huge. The opulence of it speaks of vast wealth. But I’m not interested in that.
I don’t want to know who he is but a part of me is mightily curious, too. But what is the point? I’m leaving Vegas the next day to face my own life back home. What happens in Vegas will really have to stay in Vegas.
We step out into the sunshine. The balcony is not the typical one in hotels. It’s wide and designed like a garden. No, a little park! With little palm trees and shrubbery and flowers! My eyes lap it all up in wonder. “Wow, this is beautiful!”
“This is my favorite place.”
He leads me to a table under a cabana where breakfast is waiting for us. A small feast. My stomach actually growls.
He chuckles when he hears it.
“Sorry,” I say, embarrassed.
He pulls out a chair for me.
“Now, dig in, goddess. It’s all yours.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Minutes later, I’ve demolished two pieces of the most sumptuous pancakes ever made. Crispy bacon and creamy omelet have disappeared from my plate, too, along with an array of tasty bits of cheese and meat from only-God-knows-what animals. They would appear somewhere in my body later, most likely in my butt and thighs, but I don’t care. Perfect breakfast!
He watches me with amusement dancing in his eyes as he sips his coffee. His muscles gleam, even under the shade of the cabana. It’s his skin, so smooth and tanned, leaning on the brown side. I wonder about his ancestry.
He doesn’t have a lot of body hair, except for the fine ones under his navel that arrow down to his…I take a gulp from my glass of water.
We don’t talk much as we eat. How could I when my mouth has been full in the last twenty minutes?