“You need this, don’t you, you bad girl?”
“Yes, yes,” I moaned, admitting it. How could I not? He was everything I wanted, everything I needed. The man consumed me, body and soul. I couldn’t fight this anymore. A human needed to breathe, and Tuck had become my oxygen.
“Tell me what you want, Jewel.” He gave me another series of loud, hot smacks, along my sore ass cheeks and directly onto my dripping pussy. Writhing on his lap, I could feel his huge cock pressing into my thigh, so hard and urgent, so delicious.
“Fuck me,” I begged, beyond reason, almost beyond words. “Fuck me, please.” I needed him inside of me, his huge shaft deep inside my drenched heat. I’d never needed anything as much as I needed this.
With a growl, he dove his face into my pussy, sinking his teeth lightly into my soaking, sensitive flesh, then licking long and strong with his tongue. Deep into my hole, he began fucking me with his tongue, his hands gripping either side of my thighs, prying me open so he could get in as deep as possible.
“Ugh! Ah!” I grunted and shuddered as he feasted on me, the tension building and building until l couldn’t take it anymore. I had to come. Whimpering, whining, I waited for him to tell me I could.
As if he knew exactly what I needed, he growled into my sex, “Come.”
Quivering, I erupted, screaming as I convulsed, wave after wave of orgasm engulfing me as he licked and lapped and tongue-fucked me, prolonging my pleasure, drawing it out until I thought I might lose consciousness.
Lying there, covered in a warm haze, only partially aware of my surroundings or even who I was, he brought his large, heavy, hot body over mine. Leaning down he whispered in my ear, “Now I’m going to fuck you, Jewel.”
CHAPTER 22
Tuck
Seeing her lying there on the couch, quivering and shuddering from her orgasm, I nearly lost my mind. This girl had been driving me crazy for weeks now, months if I admitted it. Since the moment I’d seen her at the party over the holidays, all innocence and sex bundled together. I’d needed to sink all the way into her from that very moment. Now was the time.
Standing up, I scooped her in my arms. She snuggled against me, her eyes fluttering closed in pure pleasure as she rested against my chest. Looping her hands around the back of my neck, she nuzzled her face into my shoulder. I could feel her soft, warm breasts pressed against me. It wouldn’t be long, now. Just up to my bedroom and I’d peel everything off, finally see those tits naked and jiggling from the thrusts of my cock deep up inside of her pussy. I couldn’t wait to hear her scream.
“Tuck,” she murmured, starting to kiss me at the base of my throat. I growled. We wouldn’t make it to my room if she started now on the stairs. The need in me was like nothing I’d ever experienced, so fiery hot I didn’t know if I could take another step without sinking balls-deep into her. But I needed to go slow. This was her first time. I needed to call on every ounce of discipline I had in me and make this good for her.
Finally at my bedroom, I kicked open the door, then locked it behind us. I didn’t care when our parents came home, frankly didn’t give a shit anymore if they found out about us or what they thought. I just didn’t want them interrupting us. Nothing was getting between us this time around. I’d been wanting this for too long, leading up to it for way too long to have any more delays.
I set her down softly on the bed. She looked like a fucking dream, one of the hot fantasies I’d been having every night with her two doors down in her bedroom. Her flaming red hair spread out around her, her face flushed with arousal, her lips parted as she looked up at me, shy and hot all at once. Her soft, creamy thighs parted and stretched out, her pussy lay bare and glistening, everything exposed in the moonlight flooding in from my window. I wanted to part her legs, plunge in deep now, hard, right where I knew she was so wet for me, where she needed it so bad. But I had to go slow.
“Take off your shirt,” I commanded, my voice coiled tight.
She looked up at me, all wide eyes and trust. Bringing her hands to the base of her shirt, she peeled it up and over her head.
With a groan, I sank down onto her, taking her tits in my mouth, in my hands, reaching, grasping, sucking, pulling. I’d never get tired of those breasts, so large on her petite frame, the nipples so sexy, dark pink against her pale, creamy skin. She’d come only minutes before, but before long she was writhing beneath me, moaning and calling out my name. Her hands up in my hair, pulling at me, pushing me down, going wild with need. I sucked, then bit down on her sensitive, swollen tips.
“Ah!” she cried out, arching her tits up into the pain, wanting more from me. I laved her, circling her nipple with my large tongue, watching her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open. I wondered if I could make her come just from playing with her tits? I’d love to try. Some other day. Tonight, I was going to fuck her.
Bringing a finger down between her legs, I found her sticky sweetness and stroked, making her purr.
“Oh, Jewel.” I worshipped her, stroking, licking, stoking her desire. My cock strained at my jeans, pulsing, throbbing, ready to pound. Soon, I told myself. Soon. I’d never had a virgin before, never had a girl even remotely as inexperienced as Jewel. I needed to make this good for her, wanted it to be so good for her she begged me for more.
“Tuck.” She brought her hands up to my shoulders, my biceps, pulling at me, clutching, needy. “Tuck.”
I knew what she wanted. I loved seeing her like this. After all these weeks, all this build up, she was finally naked, writing beneath me, begging for it. I almost wanted to drag it out, savor it, prolong it and take full advantage of her final surrender. Almost. But I needed her too much.
“Are you ready for me, Jewel?” I whispered, hot down at her throat, kissing her there where I could feel her pulse pounding.
“Yes,” she panted, eager, overcome with need. “Yes, please.”
Unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled them off. My dick sprang free, rock hard, a drop of pre-come pearled at the tip. She looked down at it, transfixed.
“You’re so huge.” She brought her hand over to my cock, tentative, wondering. I closed my eyes and let her explore me, let her run her soft fingers over the crown. I steeled myself, reminding myself to hold back, let her be curious, even if it killed me. Finding my pre-come, she ran her thumb over it, then brought it to her mouth. Looking at me, half-lidded, she touched her pink tongue out to it, then licked it up.
“Mmm,” she moaned, closing her eyes.
That did it. I cupped my hand under her ass and brought my knees down between her legs, spreading her thighs. She opened right up for me, her pink glistening petals spread out in the moonlight. I brought a finger to her, so smooth and slick. I knew I’d stretch her and it would hurt, but she was so wet I should slide right in.
“I’m going to go slow,” I reassured her as I leaned down, trailing kisses along her collarbone and her heaving, shivering breasts.
“Tuck!” she moaned. “I need you.”
Quick, I reached over into the bedside table and pulled out a condom. I rolled it on me in a heartbeat, barely taking my eyes off of her. When my cock pressed against her slick entrance, it felt like paradise, all molten heat, fitting me like a glove.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I hissed as I began pushing into her, the walls of her pussy squeezing around my dick, milking it. I closed my eyes and marshaled my strength. I couldn’t let go and pound her. I couldn’t come right then like a teenager. Shit, I’d never even lost control like that when I had been a teenager. Jewel made me crazier than anyone ever had.
“Does it hurt?” I asked as I slowly eased in. She was so drenched, so slippery and hot, it was hard to go slow. She wanted this so much.
“Just… full…” She panted, her eyes closed, her hands up around my shoulders. “So full.”
“I’m going to stretch you, Jewel.” I pushed in, still only about a third inside of her when I felt her barrier, her virgin resistance. She tensed under me. “Are you sur
e?” I whispered, giving her one last chance to back out. I didn’t even know if I’d have the strength to quit, but I wanted to hear it from her, needed to hear her say it.
“Yes, please, Tuck. Please,” she begged me.
I thrust, hard, up and into her. She gasped and clung to me. Her sex closed around my cock, hot, wet and tight. I closed my eyes and hissed, easing my way in further, pushing, filling, stretching her to the limit. Sinking my head down, I stayed motionless, willing myself to calm the fuck down. She felt so good, so fucking good. I’d never felt anything like this soft, hot velvet taking me in.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, my shaft throbbing inside of her.
“Not anymore,” she whispered, tilting her hips to take in more of me.
With a groan, slowly, so slowly, I began sliding out, then in again, plunging into her heat. I kissed her lips, her throat, listening to her cries and moans, her heat surrounding me.
“Uh!” she cried out, working to accommodate me, her legs spread open so wide.
I let myself start moving, thrusting my hips, drawing my steel length in then out of her. She moved beneath me, taking me in, meeting my thrusts, wanting everything I could give her.
Firmly, I cupped both of her breasts in my hands. She had large tits and they filled my palms perfectly, as if she were made for me. I looked down at her two perfect globes and ground into her deeper. She screamed, throwing her head back in abandon. Keeping my hands there, I flicked my thumbs over her aroused nipples while I slowly slid into her pussy, then out, then in again, claiming her. My cock pulsed fiercely against her tight walls but I held myself back, watching her tremble beneath me. As I thrust, I licked her, trailing down her neck, down to suck her nipple hard into my hot mouth.
“Tuck,” she begged me, her arms tightening around my shoulders. I could feel her orgasm building, her hips thrusting with abandon against my own. Her thighs clenched, her hips tilted up, grinding into me.
She wasn’t going to last much longer. I wasn’t either with her pussy so tight and perfect, made for me, her moans and noises, seeing the desire in her. But I had to hold out until she came. I wanted her shattered, shuddering against me as I pumped deep inside of her.
Small movements, slow thrusts, I held back, held back, until I could feel her shuddering around me, quivering and starting to come on my cock.
With a long, strong, full thrust, I dug in deep, pounding her once, hard like I wanted to, pushing my length fully into her wet heat. I came instantly, my thick come exploding out, my cock jerking up inside of her. She opened more for me, took me all in as she came, clenching her body against mine, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she twisted and bucked underneath me. Straining, pulsing against each other, we called out until we both shuddered in final release.
Holding her there in my arms in the dark, I panted and dropped my head down by her side. Still inside of her, pulsing in her heat, I never wanted to pull out, never wanted anything but this.
Up on her face, I felt wetness and looked up, concerned. “Are you crying?”
“No.” She shook her head and gave a light, shaking laugh as she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “Not like that.”
“Are you OK?”
“Not at all,” she confirmed. Shit. It hadn’t been good for her. I pulled out and propped myself up on my elbow, my hand out to cup her face.
“Jewel, I’m so sorry, I tried not to hurt you.”
“No, it’s not that—” she started to say.
“Let me help you.” I ducked out of the room and brought back a warm washcloth. She had to be hurting. I didn’t know much about virgins, but I did know I had a monster cock and what she’d felt had to be intense. By her side again, I brought the cloth to her sex, her inner thighs. I could see a bit of blood, not too much, as I tended to her.
“Tuck.” She brought her hand to my forearm. Looking up at me, her eyes shining, a gorgeous smile radiating over her perfect face, she gushed, “That was amazing. That felt so good.”
What? She’d liked it?
“I mean,” she continued, glowing, “I figured it would be good, but I had no idea!”
Dipping my head down, I took her lips with my own, licking, sucking her lower lip, tasting her. “Jewel,” I growled into her. Mine. All mine.
“Oh, Tuck.” She shuddered and sighed, all soft and pliant warmth by my side, all woman. Her mouth, soft and sweet, kissing behind my ear, down my throat, up again, flicking her tongue at my lobe. Then she whispered, shyly, “Can you do it again?”
CHAPTER 23
Jewel
“What?” I could tell Tuck’s brain failed to completely process my words, but I could feel his cock understood what I’d said. It sprang to attention, hard and ready against my soft thigh.
“I want you again,” I purred against his chest. His smell, his heat, all male, all raw power, I hadn’t had nearly enough of it. I didn’t know if I ever would. With a groan, he brought his huge hands over to my ass and ground my pelvis against him. Opening my mouth, I licked his chest, tracing my tongue all over the tattoos I’d admired so many times, finally able to touch and taste the way I’d always wanted.
“Are you sure?” he asked, strained, breathing heavy. Look at that, underneath all the tough guy bravado, he was so concerned about me. He didn’t want to hurt me. And I was sore, I had to admit. I was sure I’d have trouble walking tomorrow. But what a way to suffer. That feeling, when he’d been deep inside of me, stretching me so far and wide I thought I couldn’t possibly take him all in. I’d think for sure I had all of him inside me, and then he’d ease in further. It took my breath away. That last thrust, when he’d let loose and pounded his full nine inches deep into me, I wanted that again. It was like a preview, a coming attraction, and I couldn’t wait for the official release.
Reaching my hand down, I circled it around his huge, thick cock. He sucked in his breath, still under my touch. He felt so hot, so hard and so smooth, the tip so fat. I could still feel the way it had spread me inside as I’d taken him in. Pulling on him gently, working his length in my hand, I whispered, “I’m on the pill.”
“What?” His voice came out raspy, forced, as if breathing and talking were a challenge.
“I’m on the pill,” I said more loudly, my fingers on his tip, circling, stroking, then down along his length to hold him again. I explained how I’d gone on it a couple years ago because my cycles were painful and irregular, but I didn’t go into much detail. I could tell he wasn’t listening, couldn’t hear anything past the point when he’d processed what I was saying. I was protected.
“I’m clean,” he whispered, his voice strained as he lay there, his shaft in my hands. “Coach tests us like lab rats. Now I’m glad.” He laughed briefly before pulling me down onto his chest, his hand at the back of my neck. He crushed my breasts to his chest. The feel of our bodies together, my softness mashed against his hardness, it absolutely melted me.
A hand down to my pussy, he began stroking me first with one tentative, gentle finger, then with two as I parted my thighs. I was done pretending, through fighting this off. Now, I was all in.
“You’re not sore?” he asked as he dipped a finger up inside of me.
“I’m sore, Tuck, but I love it.” My voice came out guttural, urgent, and he groaned at my words. “I want to be sore from your cock.” I trailed kisses down his chest, to the V of his abdomen, licking the ridges of his muscles, the ones I’d had to look at but not touch for so many weeks. Gazing up at him, I brought my nipples down to his chest, grazing them against him as I begged, “Please fuck me.”
With a roar, he flipped me on my back again. “You want to get fucked?” He held his huge prick in his hands, the look on his face predatory and hungry.
“Yes,” I moaned, parting my legs for him.
“I’m going to fuck you hard this time, Jewel,” he warned me. “I’m not going to hold back.”
“Yes!” I screamed, impatient, dying for him again. “Fuck m
e hard!”
True to his word, he impaled me in one long, forceful, earthshattering thrust. I screamed loud and long, shocked and filled and stretched so full my eyes practically bugged out of my head.
“Ah, fuck!” he cried out, sinking his mouth down to my shoulder to bite me, suck me. “You feel so good!”
“Yes!” I ground my pelvis into his, his steel velvet heat pressing down into me. Then he threw one of my legs over his shoulder and started in, pressing down into me, hard, grinding and pumping his full, thick nine inches into my pussy.
I mewed and clawed him, so far gone I couldn’t think to form words. All my objections, all my morality, all my worries gone, I took him in completely, gazing at his huge chest, his thick throat as he fucked me like an animal. My nipples ached and throbbed as he claimed me, fucking me so good, holding me right where he wanted me to get deep. His finger flicked my swollen, throbbing clit, pinched my aching, tight nipples.
“Yes, you like getting fucked, don’t you?” he asked, sinking his cock into me all the way to the hilt. He watched my tits jiggle as he pounded me.
“Yes,” I moaned for him.
“You like it hard, like this.” He thrust into me, so huge, I couldn’t even answer him, I just whimpered and cried out. I did like it hard. I liked it so much all I could do was scream, hearing the wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting my ass in his relentless rhythm. His hot, dark eyes watched me, taking in all of my responses as he commanded, “Come for me.”
I came and came, shuddering and screaming, and he kept right on fucking me all the way through it, not stopping even for a second, thrusting long and hard and strong right on through that orgasm and working me up to another. Wild sounds tore out of my throat, sounds I didn’t even recognize as my own, raw and lustful. He matched me, making lower, deeper, grunts and groans of pleasure that made me crazy.
Beyond thought, I clawed at his ass, grabbing his buttocks, trying desperately to draw him in even deeper. I needed more. I needed to come again. Insatiable, I bucked against him, wild. He dipped his mouth down to mine, growled and sucked my bottom lip with his teeth. He owned me.
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