Cherry Popper

by Victoria Quinn

  I paid her student loans, so now she owed me—whenever she decided to pay was up to her. I knew my reward was coming, and that made me patient. It also drastically improved her quality of life, putting that cash back in her pocket where it belonged. She had an even bigger loan looming over her shoulder, but that was much more bearable than having all of them combined.

  My phone lit up with her name on the screen. I watched it ring for several seconds before I finally grabbed it and answered. “Hey, sweetheart.” I leaned back against the couch and put my feet on the coffee table.

  “I wish I had a nickname for you.”

  “You could always call me sir.” I grinned because I knew she wouldn’t like that one bit.

  “How about pig?” she countered. “That’s a lot more suitable.”

  I chuckled. “It is, but it’s not very affectionate.”

  “Why would I want to be affectionate with a pig anyway?”

  I grabbed my glass and took a drink. “What are you doing right now?”

  “Sitting on my couch.”

  “You want to sit on my couch?”

  “Are you inviting me over?”

  “Sweetheart, you’re always invited to come over.”

  “Really?” she asked. “Be careful…I might take you up on that offer. You always have food in the fridge, a bottle of wine, and your couch is comfy.”

  “What about me? Aren’t I a perk?”

  “When you aren’t being grouchy,” she teased. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

  “You want my driver to pick you up?”

  She chuckled then hung up.

  Twenty minutes later, the elevator doors opened, and she stepped into my apartment. She wore cutoff jean shorts and a pink t-shirt, her brown hair straight. She set her purse on the table in the entryway then approached the couch. “Sweatpants and booze…had a long day?”

  “Would you prefer me naked?”

  “Actually, I would.” She grabbed my glass from the table and took a drink before she scrunched her nose. “I don’t know how you drink this stuff all the time. It’s like liquid smoke.” She took another drink then shook her head abruptly in disgust.

  I took the glass back. “It tastes better on a woman’s skin.”

  “I figured a woman would taste good on her own.” She settled into the couch beside me, her hand immediately moving to my stomach as she came closer to me. Whenever we were alone together, she always showered me with this kind of affection, her fingers lightly clawing at my skin.

  “She does. But sometimes she needs a little kick.” My hand moved into the back of her hair, and I fingered the soft strands. I pictured myself yanking her head back while I rode her from behind. I’d popped a few cherries that way, and while I enjoyed it, I usually preferred to look into a woman’s face as I watched her struggle to fuck a man for the first time.

  She moved closer and placed her lips gently against mine, her perfume entering my nostrils at the same time. She kept her eyes open as she kissed me so softly, her lips like two pillows. Her hand pressed against my chest before she dragged her fingers down my sternum to my stomach. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”

  She felt the grooves of muscle in my abs, her fingers catching the band of my sweatpants. She stared at my hard chest for a moment, like she was fantasizing about it being on top of her. “Have you been with anyone else since me…?” She didn’t look me in the eye. As if she was trying to protect herself from my answer, she avoided the intimate gaze.

  “No.”

  She lifted her chin and met my look, the surprise in her eyes. “Really?”

  “Really.” I was free to do whatever I wanted, but since I’d been obsessed with Monroe, other women became irrelevant.

  “Why is that?” Her hand slid down to my thigh where she let it rest.

  “I guess I prefer to conquer one woman at a time.”

  “But it’s been almost a month.”

  “I guess you’ve hogged all of my attention.” There was only one cherry I wanted to pop at the moment, and until I did that, I wouldn’t be able to fantasize about anyone else. She was the only goal I had in mind.

  Her fingers tightened on my thigh, and she took a deep breath, as if deep thoughts were passing through her mind. “So it’s just you and me. It’s been you and me all this time…” She didn’t show happiness or disappointment. She seemed calm, at peace.

  “I suppose.”

  “And you still think we’ll go our separate ways once you get what you want?”

  “Yes…that’s how it works.” I hoped she didn’t misinterpret my monogamy. My celibacy had nothing to do with her. “I’m a goal-oriented person. I like to finish one task before I move on to the next. This project is incomplete, and until it is, I won’t be moving on.”

  “But maybe it won’t be complete after we’re together.”

  That’s what completed all of my arrangements. “I think so, sweetheart. Don’t mistake my monogamy for anything more than it really is.” I found Monroe alluring in special ways, because she had so many unique qualities. She was a woman who treasured her values. She was a woman so beautiful it hurt to look at her sometimes. And she didn’t put up with shit—not even from me. Of course, I was obsessed with her. Any other man would be. But like all men, once I got what I wanted, my obsession died.

  She pushed me back against the couch then straddled my hips, her jean shorts riding up until they hugged her ass cheeks. She pressed her hands against my chest and held her face close to mine, her light breaths falling on my lips. She used to be shy and reserved, but now she took the lead when she wanted me. She helped herself to my lap like it was hers to enjoy. She loved feeling my hard cock underneath her, pressing through my sweatpants and her shorts. Her hands snaked up my chest to my shoulders before she leaned in and kissed me.

  Kissed me so softly.

  Her pillowy lips rested against mine as her nails gently clawed me. Her warm breath fell on my face, heated my soft lips. Her eyes were closed as she held her mouth against mine, her kiss so soft, it felt like a rose petal. Then she kissed me harder, pulled my bottom lip into hers. She commandeered the kiss and gripped my shoulders for balance. Soon enough, our tongues swirled together, and our breathing became in sync. My hands moved to her hips, and I pressed my thumbs into her soft skin as her mouth continued to wreck mine. She slightly rocked against my length, applying pressure against her clit. Subtle moans escaped her mouth as she undulated over me. Her right hand moved into the back of my hair, and she ground a little harder, kissed me a little deeper.

  She was one hell of a kisser.

  It was my favorite thing about her, the way she kissed. She kissed like a real woman, a woman who wanted to please her man. Her fingers moved into my hair, and she brought our bodies closer together, until her tits were pressed right against my chest.

  My hands gripped her ass through her shorts and squeezed the muscle. Her body was perfect, from her nectarine ass to her insanely tiny waist. With pale skin and slight freckles, she was a natural beauty.

  And I was about to have her.

  I knew she was ready. I knew these past four weeks had lowered her defenses and prepared her for what was to come. Now she didn’t see me as some stranger, some random man who would haunt her nightmares. Now she saw me as her lover, as her friend. She was giving up her virtue to a man who’d earned it fairly.

  Now I just had to take it.

  I didn’t want the kiss to end because it was so good, but I forced it to stop. I pulled my mouth away and stared at her hungry lips, seeing the desire still poised on her features. I maneuvered her to the couch then moved into the hallway, my fat dick so big, it stretched out the front of my sweatpants. I went into my bedroom and pulled out all the white candles I’d told my maid to buy for me. I set them up everywhere and lit each one until the bedroom glowed with flickering white light. Then I opened a bag of rose petals and spread them on my bed. I’d never done anything like this
in my entire life, but I wanted Monroe to have what she deserved. She wanted something meaningful and romantic—and I could give it to her.

  When I turned around, she was standing in the doorway, her eyes reflecting the lights from all the candles. She looked at the rose petals on the bed before she turned those big eyes on me, surprise and joy bright in her look.

  I’d never been romantic, but I could make an exception—for her.

  I pulled off my sweatpants and boxers and stood in nothing but my skin. My dick was harder than it’d ever been, anxious to be inside that tight pussy I’d become acquainted with. I had been frustrated when she wouldn’t open her legs in the beginning, but knowing I’d won her over made me enjoy it even more. I actually felt worthy of her—and not because I paid her.

  I stopped in front of her then fingered the bottom of her cotton shirt. My eyes stayed on hers as I slowly pulled it over her head, catching a few strands of hair before they fell back down again.

  Her eyes were fearless, like she wanted this as much as I did. She wasn’t breathing hard with trepidation or stepping away with uncertainty. She held her stance in front of me, prepared for what would happen next. She had no idea how much it would hurt—or how good it would eventually feel. My hands reached behind her and quickly unclasped her bra so it would fall to the floor.

  I stepped closer to her and found her lips with mine as my fingers worked the top of her shorts. I kissed her with the same slowness she showed me, popping the button at the top and unzipping the crotch. They were already loose on her, so they slipped to the floor and landed with a dull thud.

  I ended our kiss so I could take a peek at her panties. White and lacy, they were just as innocent as she was. They were the perfect choice for the night, and that told me she came over hoping that this would happen.

  That I would take her virginity.

  My fingers hooked into the straps along her hips, and I played with the material, wondering how wet her pussy had made the fabric. I pulled them down slowly, getting them over her curvy ass and down to her thighs. I lowered myself to my knees as I moved, and when I spotted them between her ankles, I saw the gleam from her arousal.

  Her panties were soaked.

  That should make fucking her a little easier.

  I rose to my feet and gripped her hips, my thumbs slowly rising and outlining her rib cage. When I reached the bottom of her tits, I touched the firm curve of each one, feeling the warmth and softness. She had incredible tits, busty boobs that would be perfect for tit-fucking.

  My hand moved into her hair again, and I kissed her as I guided her to the bed, my cock twitching in happiness now that I would come inside her, that I would pop her cherry and then fill her with my seed. I would mark my territory so every man who came after me would know the land had been conquered before.

  I got her on her back with her head on the pillow. Her legs immediately separated and locked around my waist, her enthusiasm the same as it was nights ago. Her hands moved up my chest, and she gave me a gentle squeeze with her legs, her lips slightly parted like she wanted to kiss me again.

  She was the only woman I’d had in this bed, and staring down at her only made me realize how beautiful she was. From the slight freckles on her cheeks, to her full lips, to those big eyes…she was perfect. Her nipples were hard and pointed straight up, and her hair was in a sexy arrangement across the pillow.

  Fuck, I couldn’t wait to have her.

  I opened my nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lube.

  “What’s that?” she asked, her hands still stroking my chest.

  “Lube.”

  “You didn’t use it last time.”

  “Because I didn’t care about hurting you. Now I do.” I poured it over my dick then smeared it everywhere with my hand. There was no doubt that she was slick everywhere, but getting my big dick inside would still be a challenge. When she fucked other men, she would realize just how extraordinary my size was. She would miss it and fantasize about it every time she fucked someone else.

  When I was lubed up and ready to go, I anchored my arms behind her knees and got her into position, forcing her legs wide apart so she would be able to take me as comfortably as possible. I held myself over her with my lips just inches away. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” I wasn’t even sure why I asked that question. If she said no, I would be devastated. I’d been wanting to fuck her for a month, so it was stupid to even put the idea in her head.

  “Yes.” She brought my lips to hers and kissed me, her knees close to her tits because she was folded into a half dome. Her fingers slid into my hair, and she kissed me hard, eager to feel that big dick move inside her.

  She had no idea how much this was going to hurt. I pointed my head at her entrance and slowly slid inside, pushing past her lips and into the pool of moisture waiting for me. But that was as far as I got before her body tightened and resisted. My girth was too wide for her narrow opening, so I had to wait for her to relax, wait for her cunt to open like a flower.

  Her lips faltered in their embrace before she kissed me again, her nails slightly clawing at me. The longer she kissed me, the more relaxed she became.

  I took advantage of that and moved just a little farther. Now I only had an inch inside her—and I had a long way to go.

  “You do have a big dick…” She spoke against my mouth as she breathed through the stretch.

  “I know.” I sank a little deeper, the lube my saving grace. My mouth was close to hers, but the more my crown felt the warm tightness between her legs, the less I could concentrate on two things at once. I could tell this was going to be amazing, the best I’d ever had. Her virgin pussy was crack, the most addictive drug in the world.

  She started to breathe hard when she felt me stretch her apart. Her hand slid to my arms, and she held on as the pain began to bother her. She couldn’t kiss me because all she could focus on was the big dick trying to get inside her.

  I sank a few more inches, tearing through her previously intact hymen. My dick got really hard every time I knew it was about to happen. It was just like cutting the ribbon outside a new building. It was a moment of finality, of accomplishment. I was making this innocent woman mine, so I could have a piece of her forever. “This is gonna hurt, sweetheart.” I locked my eyes on hers and gave a slight thrust, finally claiming what I paid for.

  She moaned loudly, her nails digging into my skin at the surprising level of pain. Her hips bucked as she breathed through the discomfort, her eyes slightly watery.

  I imagined the drops of blood that surrounded my dick now, the blood of a virgin. Moments like this always made me want to come instantly, to explode on impact. But I kept sinking, slowly getting most of my dick inside her.

  Now she was really uncomfortable. She gripped my arms with her legs spread wide open, breathing through the pain like she was giving birth.

  She had an exceptionally small cunt. I’d fucked a lot of pussy, but never pussy like this. My cock throbbed inside her because everything was so good, especially the insane tightness. She wasn’t just tight for a virgin. She was so tight that I didn’t think it was possible for a woman to be any tighter.

  “Fuck…this pussy.” I had her pinned underneath me, contorted into an open position so I could take her. I would start off slow and give her time to adjust to me, time for her pussy to finally relax and enjoy me. And then I would fuck her hard like I wanted, driving both of us into an orgasm that made our toes curl.

  I slowly started to move, to glide past the slickness and the blood and move in and out. I pulled back until my crown almost left her perfect cunt, and then I slid back deep inside, hitting her as far as her body would allow me.

  Her hands pressed against my chest as she lay there and took it, took a dick much too big for her small pussy. She rocked with me slightly, her tits shaking back and forth, and she kept her lips slightly parted as she breathed deeply.

  My entire body tightened in pleasure as my cock slid in and out. The lube ke
pt me slick, but her pussy was wet enough that I didn’t need it anymore. My biceps tightened as I moved my body forward and backward, sinking deep into her and pulling out. Out of my control, the moans started, beginning deep in my throat. Sex had never felt this good, had never felt more satisfying. Was it because of the woman? Or was it because of the wait?

  The film of moisture in her eyes slowly grew into tears. A drop trickled down her left cheek, shining bright from the glow of the candles as it slid down her face toward her lips.

  Fuck. My cock thickened even more inside her as the chills moved down my spine. Watching Monroe cry because of the size of my dick was so sexy. I was too big, and she was too small. “Sweetheart…”

  More tears fell as her breathing became deeper and louder. Her nails dug into me every time my cock slid far inside her. She released a whimper of pain when I hit her good and deep, like my head was tapping against her cervix.

  I didn’t want to come because I wanted to do this for the rest of my life.

  I wanted this to last as long as possible.

  Because she was definitely the best I’d ever had.

  “Do you want me to stop?” My hips kept thrusting because I couldn’t stop. Monroe felt so incredible, better than any other woman. Her cherry was so sweet. I wanted to stay buried in her sweetness forever. I asked the question with sincerity, but my body couldn’t stop until she actually asked me to.

  More tears emerged from the corners of her eyes. “No…”

  Thank god.

  I widened her legs and moved deeper inside her, getting as close to my hilt as possible. I could feel the pressure from her walls, feel the tightness everywhere. She was squeezing me in every direction, like a boa that kept constricting. My hips wanted to move quicker, but I forced myself to stop, to give her more time to adjust to me. Not only was she a small woman, but her first time was with a big man. The least I could do was take it slow. “It’ll start to feel good…eventually.”

  My hips moved a little quicker as my dick slid deep inside her. I felt her so intimately, felt the moisture flood across the surface of my crown. My ass tightened and my back muscles stiffened as I began to thrust more forcefully. I wanted to bridle my enthusiasm and keep it slow, but I couldn’t help it.