His hands came up then and tore at my blouse, my new blouse, sending the buttons scattering across the wood floor. With a grunt as he ground deep into me, he was pushing my new bra up over my chest, freeing the soft curves my breasts and the hard and darkly pink nipples atop them to his hungry eyes. His mouth clamped over one as he sawed in and out of me, and I cried out, wrapping one leg around his waist as he fucked me against the bookshelves.
His hands dropped to my hips, sliding over the curving skin of my ass to cup me there and pull me against him as he drove into me. The initial pain was gone entirely, replaced by something achingly hot, delicious and sinfully mind-blowing.
We rocked like that, my back thumping against the bookshelf as he drove his cock deep within my now de-flowered pussy. I gasped as he filled me again and again, driving into my tight channel to bury himself deep within me.
My hands were pulling at his shirt then, one button at a time, exposing his skin to my small hands.
“My..uugh..my brother will get suspicious!” I moaned into him as he ground deep within me, his pubic hair rubbing against the hard nub of my clit.
“Goddamn your tight little pussy looks perfect stretched around my cock.” His words shot need and lust through me.
He pushed himself deeply, forcefully inside of me, and the my gasping cries of lust and shame and naked desire mixed with his darker moans and grunts in the hot heat and flickering light of the room. I watched the snow drift past the windows, and as I simply let go.
I threw my head back against the bookshelf and moaned in pleasure, my eyes rolling back as I arched myself up against his powerful thrust. He lips were at my breast again, sucking hard at my aching nipples and making me yelp.
He began to fuck me harder, almost as if my cries and moans were driving him on. The paperback books were hard against my back in sharp contrast to the hot, naked flesh of this man fucking his huge cock in and out of my gripping, quivering pussy. He gripped my thigh against his hip, forcing himself even deeper and bringing an almost animalistic cry to my lips.
He drew back from nipples and held my gaze forcefully, his eyes burning at they captured my own in their fire. And in that moment, I knew I was utterly and completely his.
Suddenly, we were spinning as he pulled me to him, still impaled on his thick cock, and whirled us around as he strode across the room. I clung to him, my pussy gripping at him as the shock of it pulled at me.
He threw me down with a surprised yelp across his sofa, and stood over me, his cock jutting out above me. It was my first time truly seeing it, and my eyes went wide in shock that it had actually managed to fit inside me.
His reached down and gripped me by my wild, tousled hair, tighten enough to bring a gasp to my lips.
“Come here, beautiful.” His voice was even and commanding as he held me fast by the hair.
I eyed his huge, slick shaft as it bobbed wetly in the firelight in front of me. I wanted to tell him I’d never done this, never even seen one like this. But at the same time, I wanted it all. I wanted to try it all with him there on that cold winter’s night.
“Open your lips, baby.” And then he was pulling me forward, the wet sticky head of his cock pressing against my lips. Nervously but excitedly, I parted them, and allowed him to slide inside.
I could taste myself, musky and yet sweet on his cock. I could also taste his saltiness, and the mingling of the two sent a thrill through me. Tentatively, I licked at the bulbous head, lapping at it as he groaned above me. His hands gripped at my hair, and he pushed forward, sliding past my lips and over my warm little tongue. He pushed deep, until I was gagging on him, before pulling me off with a groan.
He brought me back down to his head, my lips opening willingly now as he pushed past them, and I groaned at his girth as it spread my jaw wide. The fat head, spongy and yet rigidly firm nestled in the back of my throat, making my eyes water as he held himself there.
I felt him tremble in my mouth, and then he was pulling back out. I gasped for air, the adrenaline of fear and lust making my head spin in the dark of the room.
“So good, baby, you’re doing that so well.” His eyes flashed at me again, and I felt the blood pound in my face. God, his words and that smile of his could get me to do anything, I knew that then. There was something achingly naughty in the submission, of him making me his. And as I sat there on the couch, letting this gorgeous, older man fuck my mouth with his big cock, the feeling of my complete submission flooded my pussy with my cream. I wanted to do anything and everything to please him.