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HE LAYS ME ON THE MIDDLE of the bed and then switches on a small lamp. “Spread your legs. Show me that sweet little cunt,” he says.
I don’t know why that turns me on so much. It’s just words. It’s not logical. But I like it. I like it a lot. So much that I bend my knees and spread my legs wide and let him look his fill. I want him to tell me what to do.
I’ve always been a good girl. A smart girl. And a feminist. Maybe I shouldn’t like it, the way he talks.
But I do.
Lying in his massive bed that smells like him, I want to feel like his plaything. His fuck toy. I want him to make me do things. I need him to.
Maybe it’s because he makes me feel so safe, so protected, so free. I trust him. I can just let go. He’s got everything under control. I can’t mess up. I can’t be awkward. I just need to listen to him.
He strips while he stares at my pussy. “You’re going to give me that virgin pussy tonight. Show me how you touched yourself.”
Well, okay, I’m still a little shy. I feel the heat climb my cheeks.
“I don’t mind if you blush, baby. It’s just making me harder.” He growls a little. “Just do what I tell you.”
I bring my hand down. I’m sopping wet. It’s almost embarrassing, but he’s into it, so I start touching my clit, my hips bouncing off the mattress already.
“That’s it. Show me what’s mine. Such a pretty pussy. You better stop or you’re gonna come all over yourself, aren’t you?”
I can only nod, stilling my hand.
“Such a dirty girl. But tonight you only come for me. On my hand. My tongue. My cock.”
I moan. His cock is currently all I can see. It’s massive. I think it’s even bigger than it was last night.
He gets on the bed and pulls my legs wider. “You look amazing all spread out on my bed.” He squeezes my breasts, pushing them together and pulling them apart. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever brought here, baby. You belong in this bed. In this house. You understand?”
Only me.
He pinches my nipple, and I arch nearly off the bed.
Every synapse in my brain is overloaded. All I know is sensation. What I feel. What I need. He leans back and strokes his cock. Once. Twice. Then he brings it to my virgin entrance and dips the head of it in my juices, running it up and down my slit. It makes me shiver in delight. “You better tell me what you want.”
“I want to touch you. Your cock,” I say. I’m not even embarrassed anymore. I’ll say whatever word he wants. I’ll do any depraved thing he wants.
“Not yet, baby. Later you can touch it all you want, but I don’t want to come too soon. I want this in you.”
I raise up on my elbows and watch him sliding his big cock around my pussy. “It’s so big. Are you sure...?”
“It’ll fit. It’ll be tight, but it’ll fit. I’m going to put all of it in you. You’ll feel me everywhere. You’ll definitely feel me tomorrow. Every time you sit down.” He’s oddly proud of this.
Brody pulls his cock away, and I cry out.
“Just a second, greedy girl. I need to taste you.” A long lick from him sends me into an unexpected orgasm. I cry out, clutching the bedding beneath me. He keeps his mouth on me as I sky back down. Not licking or sucking, just there. On my pussy. When my shivers slow, he tells me, “You’re so perfect, Megan. I don’t know how you got to me untouched. But I’m never giving you up.”
Brody crawls back up the bed, kissing my body, stopping on my breasts. He growls, and the low, gravelly sound causes my pussy to clench. He sucks each nipple hard, alternating between them. I’m strung like a bow; my toes are clenching to the pull of his mouth. I think maybe I might be dying.
“I need you, Brody. Inside me. Please.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
He presses the head of his cock to my opening, slipping just the tip inside. I like the weight of him on top of me. The way he surrounds me. He kisses me, long and hard, and I can’t stop moving my hips, trying to draw him in. “There’s condoms in the drawer, but I don’t want anything between us when I pop your cherry. Do you trust me? I haven’t been with anyone in two years. I can pull out.”
“I’m on the pill.” I don’t need to say I’m clean. We both know it. “You can come inside me.” His eyes narrow as they bore into me. “If you want to.”
“Fuck, Megan. That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” On an anguished groan, he plunges in hard, breaking the barrier between us. He stills as I gasp on a sharp pain-filled breath. And then he holds me closer. “Breathe, baby. Just relax. It will get better. I promise. I will always make it good for you.”
I take a few deep breaths, and the pain eases but the fullness does not. I’m not a virgin anymore. I’m a woman. I’m his woman.
He cups my face, forcing my unfocused gaze to his. I think he sees right into me, through me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so close to a person. So entwined. Not just our bodies. Our minds. Our souls.
I can’t support the way I feel with any logic. No books could ever explain this peace. This sense of rightness. My whole life, I’ve felt out of step with the world.
But I’m right where I need to be. Where I belong. I don’t know what made him want me or even look twice at me. I don’t know how he saw me when everyone else saw through me. Past me.
He takes my mouth viciously. “You’re mine now. I’m never letting you go.” He gently starts making shallow thrusts, rocking into me. His hand slides down, and he puts pressure on my clit. “Your pussy is so hot, so tight baby. It’s like you’re squeezing me. Fuck, I want to come right now.”
He buries his face in my neck, and I cling to him as each stroke goes faster, deeper. I need more. I’m suddenly restless. A primitive instinct brings my legs up higher around his waist, my feet digging into his ass, my nails scoring his shoulders. “Fuck me harder,” I demand.
The room fills with the sounds of us. Our groans and harsh breaths, our bodies slapping, the headboard banging against the wall. My pussy starts clenching, tightening. My skin is too tight. I can’t...I can’t...the orgasm hits me like the first deep breath after being underwater. I shatter into a million pieces of light.
“Fuck yeah. Beautiful when you come.” I hear.
But my peaks and valleys don’t stop. I just keep climbing. “Brody.”
“Give me another one, baby. And then I’m going to pump you full of my come.”
His words send me over again, and he cries out a curse or a prayer and surges into me. Filling me wherever I’m empty.