about startling the hell out of a guy.
He didn’t laugh, didn’t smile—didn’t so much as move a muscle except for the ticking in his clenched jaw. “Oh, I can tell, sweetheart. Believe me. You actually thought I wouldn’t know once I was buried up your cunt? Hell, you can’t be that fucking naïve! I’ve had virgins who weren’t this friggin’ tight!”
She blinked at the accusation in his words, as if he were expecting some outraged father with a shotgun at his back any second now. Her gaze darted away, focusing on a point past his right shoulder. “Of course I didn’t think you’d be able to tell. Think about it, Ryan. I’m twenty-seven, not sixteen! I didn’t think this would be an issue,” she told him in a low voice, wishing like hell he’d just get on with it already. Just the feel of that beautiful cock buried deep inside of her, stretching her so wonderfully wide, filling her to the absolute limit, was better than anything she’d ever experienced.
Her eyes found his again, and Ryan felt himself falling into their bewitching swirls of color. “Don’t let this matter, Ryan. Please. Don’t stop, not now.”
“It does matter, damn it. Don’t think you can act like it doesn’t.” He wanted to yell at her some more, anything to keep from thinking about the fact that he’d just all but busted through her cunt, but his mouth brushed hers, his chest aching with unsettling emotion while his body throbbed painfully. The feel of her gripping him so tightly, her drenched pussy gloving him perfectly, was driving him straight to that place that he feared.
It was dark and dangerous; something that went far beyond mere physical need. He didn’t trust himself, and he didn’t know what in the hell to do about it. All he wanted was to go wild on her and screw her brains out, right through the plaster at her back. “Damn it,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust and despair. “I’m the last person in the world you should be wasting yourself on, Shea.”
She leaned toward him and her lips touched his in the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever had. Ryan felt the shocking sensation shoot straight down to the root of his dick, then thicken and surge its way up toward the broad tip. Oh shit. He was gonna come and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. In a panic, he ripped his lips away from hers, barely holding himself together.
She touched his mouth with wonder, and her own curled in a fey smile that made him wonder how he’d ever survived this long without her. “I don’t consider it a waste, Ry. You’re exactly what I want, what I’ve been waiting for. Believe me—I’m right where I want to be. Yeah, I could have a lot more experience than I do—but it was my choice, just like this is my choice. I’m a grown woman and I know what I want—and what I want is you.”
His forehead dropped to hers. Shit, he couldn’t get his head around it. How had he gotten to this point, with his cock crammed up inside of Shea so deep she could probably feel it at the back of her throat? Where was his control? He should pull out and get his filthy hands off of her, but he knew it’d kill him if he did.
Then Shea ran her fingers through his hair again, shifting slightly, and her cream-soaked pussy sucked him deeper, pulling a strange, sob-like sound from his throat.
“Hey,” she teased, the innocent trying to soothe the slut, “it’s okay. Trust me, Ry, if you’d been dating the same geeks I have, you’d have been holding out some too.”
How she managed to make him laugh at the most emotionally intense moment of his life, he’d never know. But he was suddenly filled with a warm, piercing relief and profound gratitude that he was the one inside of her, and not one of those measly, limp-dicked little bastards she’d dated before.
Trying not to hurt her, Ryan slowly withdrew from her body until only the head of his cock remained within the swollen, stretched rim of her vulva, and then he worked himself
He didn’t laugh, didn’t smile—didn’t so much as move a muscle except for the ticking in his clenched jaw. “Oh, I can tell, sweetheart. Believe me. You actually thought I wouldn’t know once I was buried up your cunt? Hell, you can’t be that fucking naïve! I’ve had virgins who weren’t this friggin’ tight!”
She blinked at the accusation in his words, as if he were expecting some outraged father with a shotgun at his back any second now. Her gaze darted away, focusing on a point past his right shoulder. “Of course I didn’t think you’d be able to tell. Think about it, Ryan. I’m twenty-seven, not sixteen! I didn’t think this would be an issue,” she told him in a low voice, wishing like hell he’d just get on with it already. Just the feel of that beautiful cock buried deep inside of her, stretching her so wonderfully wide, filling her to the absolute limit, was better than anything she’d ever experienced.
Her eyes found his again, and Ryan felt himself falling into their bewitching swirls of color. “Don’t let this matter, Ryan. Please. Don’t stop, not now.”
“It does matter, damn it. Don’t think you can act like it doesn’t.” He wanted to yell at her some more, anything to keep from thinking about the fact that he’d just all but busted through her cunt, but his mouth brushed hers, his chest aching with unsettling emotion while his body throbbed painfully. The feel of her gripping him so tightly, her drenched pussy gloving him perfectly, was driving him straight to that place that he feared.
It was dark and dangerous; something that went far beyond mere physical need. He didn’t trust himself, and he didn’t know what in the hell to do about it. All he wanted was to go wild on her and screw her brains out, right through the plaster at her back. “Damn it,” he grunted, his voice thick with lust and despair. “I’m the last person in the world you should be wasting yourself on, Shea.”
She leaned toward him and her lips touched his in the sweetest, softest kiss he’d ever had. Ryan felt the shocking sensation shoot straight down to the root of his dick, then thicken and surge its way up toward the broad tip. Oh shit. He was gonna come and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. In a panic, he ripped his lips away from hers, barely holding himself together.
She touched his mouth with wonder, and her own curled in a fey smile that made him wonder how he’d ever survived this long without her. “I don’t consider it a waste, Ry. You’re exactly what I want, what I’ve been waiting for. Believe me—I’m right where I want to be. Yeah, I could have a lot more experience than I do—but it was my choice, just like this is my choice. I’m a grown woman and I know what I want—and what I want is you.”
His forehead dropped to hers. Shit, he couldn’t get his head around it. How had he gotten to this point, with his cock crammed up inside of Shea so deep she could probably feel it at the back of her throat? Where was his control? He should pull out and get his filthy hands off of her, but he knew it’d kill him if he did.
Then Shea ran her fingers through his hair again, shifting slightly, and her cream-soaked pussy sucked him deeper, pulling a strange, sob-like sound from his throat.
“Hey,” she teased, the innocent trying to soothe the slut, “it’s okay. Trust me, Ry, if you’d been dating the same geeks I have, you’d have been holding out some too.”
How she managed to make him laugh at the most emotionally intense moment of his life, he’d never know. But he was suddenly filled with a warm, piercing relief and profound gratitude that he was the one inside of her, and not one of those measly, limp-dicked little bastards she’d dated before.
Trying not to hurt her, Ryan slowly withdrew from her body until only the head of his cock remained within the swollen, stretched rim of her vulva, and then he worked himself
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