by Ember Flint
Immediately her walls clench around my tip resisting my penetration and I nearly blackout at her molten snugness.
I don’t think I’ve ever had something that felt this perfect and put so much pressure and heat on my cock in my entire life.
“Fuck, Alexa, you’re so damn tight! How are you so tight?” I hiss, my hands gripping her hips to keep me from fucking into her all the way like my hard dick wants me to.
I barely have half of my tip inside her sweet pussy and I’m already about to cum.
Fuck me.
I grit my teeth.
Not yet. Not. Fucking. Yet.
I huff out a breath and stop my progress inside of her until I’ve gained some of my frazzled control back and then I start to give her more.
I feel her walls stretch out for me and the head of my cock slips in.
I sigh in relief, but it’s short-lived, because that’s when I feel something blocking my way, something that shouldn’t be there, because there’s no way I’m that fucking lucky, the thought of being her one and only feeling me with a dark, possessive pride.
“Baby?” I ask, my eyes searching her.
“Zander…”
Fuck, no wonder she wanted me to go slow and be gentle, she’s cherry-tight!
“Did I just feel what I think I felt?” I ask.
She nods, her blush turning duskier.
“Do you want me to stop, baby?” I ask. “We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to.”
I swear my cock rears up meanly at my words as if to say: ‘Try and stop me, pal.’
But I will stop if she wants me to. She’s too important for me to screw this up.
She shakes her head. “No, Zander. I… I want this. I want this with you. Now.”
Thank Fuck!
My hard dick jerks forward in relief and I push another inch inside of her, my crown splitting her entrance open now and bouncing off her barrier as I take my first small stroke inside of her, without breaking through it.
She gasps in pain and my heart clenches at her discomfort.
I push her down onto the mattress when she starts to buckle against me.
“I need you to stay put for this, baby. I don’t want to hurt you, okay?”
“Okay” Alexa murmurs, her blunt fingernails clawing at the small of my back.
I try to inch further inside of her and grunt in frustration when her virginity blocks my path yet again and she hisses my name.
I huff out a breath, dropping completely over her and pushing her thighs higher, over my sides.
“Alexa, look at me.” I order and her eyes immediately lock with mine. “Slow and gentle isn’t going to do this, love.”
She sighs. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s better if you just do it all at once.”
“I’ll make it quick, baby. I need you to be brave for just a moment, okay?”
Alexa nods, puffing out her cheeks as she smile up at me.
“Good, girl,” I murmur on her lips, taking them in a sweet kiss as I pull the head of my dick from her warmth.
I lead my now desperate cock back to her slit and, keeping her legs spread wide with both of my hands, I thrust swiftly into her, breaking through her virginity in one go and not stopping until the base of my erection is pressing between her wet lips.
“Fuck!” I roar in pleasure, the feeling of her snug center milking the full length of my cock almost making me swallow my heart.
She inhales and exhales sharply, her hands clutching at me.
I kiss her temple and then her lips, trying to get her mind off of her ache as she adjusts around me.
“It’s done, baby. You are really mine now.”
She smiles up at me. “Zander…”
Waiting for her to get used to my size it’s torture, but there’s nothing I won’t do for her, so I clench my teeth and lock my body up not moving an inch.
“Now we can go back to slow and gentle, my love, but I need you to relax for me, okay? Breathe with me, Alexa…”
She does as I say, her breathing syncing with mine as I rub my hands up and down her curvy hips and lush thighs.
It feels like a century goes by and my cock is weeping pre-cum at an alarming rate inside of her, my length swelling further against her tight walls as my orgasm starts to boil in my balls, almost ready to shoot up my spine.
Alexa finally starts to relax under me, her hips starting to rock in place.
I gingerly pull out of her freshly broken-in cunt, trying to be as gentle as I can and then I slowly push back in, filling her up to the hilt.
I thrust in and out of her deep, but I keep my tempo slow until Alexa starts to move under me even more, my hard cock in her tiny pussy starting to feel good for her as well by now.
Her hips arch up into mine and we move together as I pick up speed, starting to fuck her harder.
“Zander, yes! Oh God!”
“Feel good, baby?” I mumble, unable to offer more in the way of conversation while I attempt to stave off my climax so she can catch up to me.
She nods, moaning, her head thrown back against my pillow. “Yesss!”
“That’s good, love.”
I gather her even closer to me, bending my neck and moving lower on the bed to reach one of her breasts with my mouth, my cock still steadily thrusting her into the mattress.
My lips close around her left nipple and I suck it past them, working it with my tongue and she goes off around me, her body fucking back up to me and driving me insane with need as my balls tighten all over and I start to cum in her tight, unprotected cunt, harder than I have ever cum in my life, both of us reaching our climax at the same time.
I draw her pleasure out, reaching between us to tickle her clit and she screams my name, bathing my convulsing cock in her sweet juices again as I empty everything I have inside of her, giving her my seed and my soul all at once.
I drop all my weight on her for a moment, but then I move off of her, so I don’t crush her tiny womanly frame.
I turn over and settle with my back onto the mattress, dragging her over my chest as I go, her plump curves blanketing me as my arms go around her, my cock still twitching and jerking small spurts of cum into her tight channel.
“I’m never going to let you go, Alexa,” I vow, kissing her all over as I breathe into the hot scent of our love.
She gives me a brilliant smile while her small hand caresses up and down my chest, playing with the smatter of hair on my pecs. “Promise?”
I nod and lower my lips to hers. “Promise…”
Chapter 6
ALEXA
July 4th
I yawn, blinking awake, and I smile at the feel of Zander’s big, warm body spooned firmly up against my own.
His hot breath fans the place where my shoulder meets my neck and I feel the tickle of his beard on my skin. There’s not an inch between us and I can feel the steady beat of his heart against my back.
One of his large hands is between my legs, cupping my pussy, not teasing me or anything, but simply possessively holding onto it, the other is splayed over one of my breasts.
I smile happily. I love this so much.
This feels so right. I sigh, my hand sneaking up to caress over the arm he has over my chest.
This is the third day in a row that I wake up with him wrapped up tight around me in some fashion or another, his larger frame draped protectively over mine and his rich scent of man surrounding me.
I feel his hard erection digging between the cheeks of my butt and I grin to myself, my face pinking up when his grip on my breast becomes tighter.
I swear that thing never goes down.
I try to squirm away from him to see if I can reach my phone on the nightstand, but with the way he’s locked around me I know I won’t be able to go anywhere.
I giggle when I hear him growl softly between sleep and wake.
My man is a barbaric caveman throu
gh and through and even in his sleep he can’t help but being possessive; a mere six days in his company have been enough to teach me this much and to come to the realization that I really, really like how crazy protective he is with me.
I guess, one thing is for one of your interfering brothers to be all up in your business, and quite another is when the ‘concerned prying’ happens to come from the man who holds your heart into his own.
I wiggle again, I need to see what time is it.
There’s still so much to do for the party tonight!
“No, stay,” Zander mumbles into another soft manly growl; his arms clutching me harder.
Aww, damn. Could he be any cuter?
After a while he starts to wake up.
“Hello, baby,” he murmurs at my ear, his sleepy gruff voice starting a maddening pulse in my core.
I feel the hand he has between my legs tighten over my center as he trails kisses over my neck and shoulder.
“Morning, Zan.”
“Fuck, your pussy is still so wet and warm from last night, Alexa. I can feel my cum dripping out of you, I’m gonna need to fill you up again.”
I feel a full body blush spread over my skin at his filthy words and I shiver.
“Oh, God!” I gasp, my thighs clenching around his hand and trapping one of his fingers between my swollen folds.
He tickles my clit while he nibbles on my shoulder and I arch into his touch, whimpering his name.
“Damn, I love your curvy little body, baby, I can’t wait to sink myself inside of you,” he groans on my neck, taking my skin between his lips and suckling me there.
I feel more wetness pool between my thighs and slick his fingers.
“Fuck, my little firecracker, you’re spilling your juices all over my hand. You really want my hard cock inside of you, don’t you?”
My needy core clenches on nothingness at his dirty words and I rock my hips against his hand, desperate to feel any part of him inside me.
“Zander…”
He slips a finger past my slit and strokes in and out of my tight channel for a while, driving me insane with lust; my body easily climbing over the edge of pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, I love how easily that pretty little cunt of yours comes for me,” he mumbles against my neck, his hot breath sending an electric current up and down my spine.
I moan and push back against him; Zander grunts softly, and I feel his big, hard cock jolt and weep against my lower back.
He pulls his hand away from my center and I hear him suck his fingers into his mouth from behind me.
He hisses in ecstasy at my taste, the sound almost enough to make me go over again and I have to rub my legs closed to get some kind of relief.
“Fuck, I still can’t believe your pussy is so sweet, love, but I shouldn’t be surprised really: you’re sweet all over,” he mutters, his fingers starting to pluck at one of my nipples.
My face goes up in flames, I can’t believe some of the things he says or how much I love it when he says them.
“Damn, I need to be inside your sweet cunt so badly. You sore, baby, or can you take me?”
I am sore, yes. My body is still getting used to the whole sex thing and Zander is so big, it’s gonna take my poor pink bit a little time to grow accustomed to his size, but no way I’m telling him to stop.
I want him too much right now to do that.
“Please, Zan, yes. Come inside of me…”
“You’re such a good girl, baby. At least when you’re under me,” he says chuckling as he leans his forehead over my shoulder.
I turn around to glare at him. “You are so gonna pay for saying that, Mr. Bossy-Pants, but not right now.”
He laughs and I giggle, but it turns into a moan when he starts to pinch my nipple again.
“Open up for me, baby. I can’t wait anymore. I need you right the fuck now.”
Zander pushes my thighs apart and then moves one of them forward while one of his arms comes down around my stomach to hold me in place and his whole body wraps around mine again.
I gasp when I feel the large head of his stiff cock pressing between my lips from behind and I take a deep breath, trying to prepare for his penetration.
He thrusts into me in one go, not stopping until his balls are slapping against my wetness and then holds himself deep inside of me and grunts my name.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so good, Alexa. Are you okay?”
I huff out a breath and nod.
He drops a kiss on my nape, and I feel his big body tense and struggle as he resists the urge to move inside of me.
I will my body to relax and welcome him as he stretches me; a delicious, sweet ache coursing through me.
“Just like that, love. You’re so perfect, so perfect… so fucking good around my cock…”
His arms tighten around my waist and my hands move onto them so I can hold onto him too.
Zander starts to thrust in and out, his hips picking up speed the deeper he drives himself within me, his face buried in the crook of my neck, my name on his lips and his on mine as he fucks me harder, his tall, muscular body blanketing mine as he pushes me face down onto the mattress, one of his hand spreading over the small curve of my belly as he gently bites down on my neck.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna,” he snarls, his grip on my hip becoming more intent as he drives himself even deeper in my core and I feel his cock jerk inside of me.
I feel a shot of white-hot pleasure rush through me.
“Zander! Oh God!”
“Yes, love! Cum with me! That’s it, clench that pretty pussy all over my cock and take my seed!” he grunts and my body shivers all over as we both reach our peak.
“Fuck, I love you, Alexa,” he grits out on my heated skin as he explodes inside of me, washing my walls with his warm semen.
“Love you too, Zan…”
I cry out, feeling myself convulse around his hardness as my body soars in pleasure, my toes curling at the sweetness running up and down my every nerve.
We lie just like that for a while, nothing but a big, sweaty sticky heap of happy, and I smile into the pillow when I feel his lips fervently kiss all over my back as he gently strokes my hips.
This is bliss.
—*—
I’m standing in the circle of Zander’s arms, his much larger body engulfing my smaller one while we both look up into the sky as a big white and purple peony flower goes off over our heads, the glittery lights reflecting off the dark surface of the lake and creating a double-firework in a perfect mirror effect on the final notes of ‘Radio Ga Ga’.
I hear gasps and another round of applause goes off.
A rapid chain of firecrackers explodes, immediately followed by round patterns of yellow rockets, blue fountains, white wheels and purple spiders.
Freddie Mercury’s voice starts to fade into the hissing sound and squeal of the progression of the crosettes as they whirl amongst the stars streaking the darkness with pale blue, white and golden ropes of sparks.
“Happy Fourth of July, my little firecracker,” Zander whisper-screams on the shell of my ear, giving me a small kiss there and I smile when I feel his chin coming to gently rest on top of my head again.
My hand strokes over his much bigger one. “Happy Fourth of July, love.”
The half an hour-long display is starting to wind down and thankfully everything was executed to perfection: every sequence of ‘dancing’ fireworks timed to a medley of songs, mostly by Queen —they’re Hector’s favorite band— has been detonating without a hitch.
Another loud bang goes off and the sky burns bright with red, blue and silvery white glittery brocades pyros; they dissipate, another crackle filling the air as hundreds of golden stars, spirals and comets go off in rapid succession in perfect sync with Louis Armstrong voice as he sings about thinking to himself about our wonderful world.
Violet told me this was Mrs. Markos’s favo
rite song.
We added it to the show in secret, just at the end and I can plainly see how touched Zander’s father is by this.
This is my favorite part of any pyro show I set up: seeing the awe, the surprise and the happiness on people’s faces when I do my job right, and this time it means even more to me. So much more.
Zander turns me around until I’m facing him and then hugs me to him.
“Thank you, baby, I have no words,” he says, his voice shaking slightly with emotion as we both look up into the sky were the last pyro of the display, a tall wall of blue and orange jumping sparks dances in the air.
I stand on my toes to throw my arms around his neck and I pull him down to me. “No thanks needed.”
We nuzzle against each other and then his lips fall onto mine in a sweet, soft kiss that makes me sparkle inside, brighter than any firework I could ever devise.
We kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and the entire world just slips into the background.
When we pull slightly away from each other, turning our lip-lock into a series of tiny sweet kisses, the display is completely over, the last of the glittery dust is twinkling against the inky blackness of the sky and people have started to walk offshore in the direction of the lawn where a sweet and savory buffet is ready to be served.
A couple of minutes later, we are the only ones left on the beach.
Zander looks down at me. “We better get going, love.”
I smile up at me. “Why? Are you so eager to eat something sweet?”
“Damn straight,” he says, pulling me into his chest again as he squeezes my butt, making me gasp. “Only the particular sweet I want to eat is not part of the buffet and it’s better served hot and on top of my bed.”
I feel a telltale pulse between my legs and I sigh, trying to compose myself: can’t turn all hot for my man right now.
“You’re impossible!” I tell him, tugging at his beard.
He shakes his head, chuckling, his hands playfully messing up my ponytail and making me giggle.