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It's totally and completely irrational what those words do to me.

There's no other explanation but irrationality that my hips lift towards him and I press myself against that flared tip. There's no other explanation for the way a tremor goes up and down my spine, little fireworks of pleasure starting in my clit and moving up through my torso, excited jolts traveling through me.

My eyes flutter closed and my lips drop open as I grind against him with no other reason or desire than just to feel his body against mine more fully.

I know we should both just stop before it goes too far, but the thought of him taking me, raw... of my being his first...

I can't deny the desire that draws up in me.

"I want you so bad," I gasp. "I've wanted you... thought about you... for so long."

His hand at my hip reaches out, fingers sinking into my ass cheek as he grasps and gropes at my body. He’s ravenous for me, and I can see it in his emerald eyes.

“You’re the only woman I’ve wanted to fuck… the only woman I’ve fantasized about fucking, for so… so damn long, Princess,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly with desire as he nudges in against me. "Every fucking one of those women I brought home, I was only thinking of you." That thick crown of his manhood spreading my pussy lips just a little, making me flower around him as he gives a low groan that resonates out of his chest.

It’s slow, but it’s sure: he’s taking me.

My first time has already begun, and I can feel his dick sliding into me, stretching me out and deflowering me as that big, muscular man shuddered from his own joy at the act.

“Fuck Abby,” he groans.

He's so big, but I'm so wet, and that helps a little. Though he's still spreading me open so much wider than I've ever been, and I cry out, a little bit of pain mixing with the amazing sensation of his spreading me open.

In all my fantasies, I never knew it could feel like this, and my hands grip the cheap sheets as he impales me.

He feels so hot, so thick, and I can feel the beating of his heart through his huge tool. Every pulse resonates through me, and for the first time, we're really, truly linked.

My arms go around his neck, holding him close to me, drawing him in as he kisses my forehead, soothes my pain.

"That's it, Princess," he growls, his voice both sweet and hard, complementary and lust-ridden as he steals my virginity.

His one hand grasps the bed, bunching it up in his fingers as he squares off his shoulders. He’s straining himself, doing his best to ease me into it after my confession.

But his need to satiate that thick cock inside my pussy is too much even for him, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t stall. He sinks on down until he’s reached my utmost depths, and I can feel the incessant throb of his manhood.

Again and again it’s stretching my pussy walls, bulging and pulsating, turning my narrow little virginal pussy into a sleeve for his cock.

His eyes are shut tight, but I can hear his gravelly moan as he shudders. All those powerful muscles, able to withstand a savage beating and still come to my rescue, brought to bear by the pleasures of my body.

It made me feel drunk on sex.

“Fuck, Abby…” he growls out, tugging back on his hips, so that my clinging pussy pulled against him. “You’re perfect,” he breathes out, slowly starting to fuck me upon that cheap motel bed.

It's not how I would've anticipated losing my virginity. In some tawdry room to my high school crush... To my step-brother.

But I can't think of how it could be any more perfect.

We are finally, blissfully one.

We've been fighting it for so long, and now my legs are wrapped around his waist as he fucks me. He's bruised and broken, but still, he wants me.

Needs me.

My mouth goes to his and I kiss him, deep and hungrily, needing to feel and taste and smell him so badly. I've never been so turned on, and so happy.

My tongue caresses his, running along his stud, my fingers digging into his back. I know his body must still ache, but he doesn't let it show. His craving for me won’t let him.

So as his powerful body picks up its pace, hammering down into me with blow after blow of his thrusting shaft, he appears godlike and unbeatable. None of the cuts or bruises of the night faze him.

Though all that is inconsequential, because I’m just lost to the bliss of his cock plowing into me. Again and again it fills me up and spreads me open, making me feel so incredibly full. So desired. So wanted. Needed.

Those husky moans, so masculine, yet conveying the weakness of his desire for me.

He squeezes my breast, forces his eyes open to look down upon me, soak in the sight of my body rocked by his pumping thrusts. To gaze at the lewd sight of my pink little pussy spread wide and filled with his shaft, again and again.