Freshman(80)
“Yes! Please, put them inside me, Mr. Harding!”
I growled, my chest muscles rippling as my fingers dipped between her wet folds, teasing her tight entrance.
She whimpered, and I could feel the beast roar inside as I slid my other hand up into her hair. I pulled her head back, just enough to make her gasp and just enough to make it known to her that she wasn’t with one of those piss-ant college boys. She was with a man; a man who was going to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. “Chelsea, honey,” I growled. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?”
She pushed her hips up and forward, and before I could say anything else, my finger slid deep into her steaming hot slit.
We both gasped as my finger plunged inside of her. My hand twisted and I crooked my finger up and against her front wall, pressing and stroking at that little spot right there, and I growled as I watched her moan and writhe for me as I did so.
She started to claw at the belt of my shorts as I fingered impossibly tight pussy, yanking at the buckle and then pulling at my zipper. I groaned as she reached inside, and grinned as she gasped as her small fingers brushed against my thick, throbbing hot cock. Gently, she started to push my shorts down over my hips, and she gasped again as she pulled my cock right out.
Chelsea’s jaw dropped, her eyes as big as saucers as just stared at my cock. Her small little hand looked even smaller with my big dick against it, and as she slowly let her fingers wrap around my girth, I could see her breathing almost as heavily as I was. I had to smirk; apparently, those college boys didn’t deliver any like what I was packing.
She wrapped her fingers around me, circling as much of the thick girth as she could before she started to pull on me; stroking me.
“Like this, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, looking up with wide, hungry eyes at me as I slid my finger deep into her dripping wet, sweet little pussy.
“Just like that, honey.”
Jesus, this girl had stroked a cock or two before, right?
I leaned down to her neck again, biting the skin there as her small and stroked my cock, and I heard her gasp as she brought her lips to my ear. “I want you to put it inside of me, Mr. Harding."
I groaned and throbbed in her hand as my finger curled and rubbed inside of her. She pulled me closer before I could say anything, bringing the head of my cock to rest against the slick, soft lips of her cunt.
"Mr. Harding, I- I want- I want you to be my first.”
OH HOLY FUCKING CHRIST.
My eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I suddenly pulled back from her. “What? Honey, no. Holy shit no.” I stared at her, very aware at how even as I protested, my cock was growing even bigger. “Chelsea! I can't! Your father- Jesus!"
I tried to pull away from her grasp, but I know she could feel my cock twitch and jump in her hand, throbbing against her pussy even more even as I tried to protest.
Her face fell a little though. “Don’t- Oh, God, don’t you want me?”
Fuck.
My dick twitched against her slit as I growled and mashed my mouth against her small, innocent, virgin lips. “More than you fucking know, honey,” I growled. “I wanna fill you with every inch of my big cock. I want to feel my balls against your ass as I fuck bare, and I want to feel you come all over my cock as I fill you up with my cum.”
She moaned, the sound so fucking sweet and so fuck primary sexy at the same time. I groaned as I felt her reach for my cock again, her fingers sliding over the velvety skin. “Please, Mr. Harding?” She whispered, her eyes pleading with me as her small fingers slid up and down over my pulsing shaft. She pulled me closer, pressing it against her tight, virgin teen pussy. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered.
My hesitance cracked as the head of my cock slipped against those soft lips, and I groaned. “Are you sure?” my voice was like gravel as I tried to hold back; tried to hold back from shover her arms over her head, throwing her legs over my shoulder, and fucking her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk straight. “Chelsea, I don't think you know what you're do-”
“I want this, Mr. Harding. I've always wanted this with you; for you to be my first,” she husked at me, her voice thick with adult lust and her eyes begging. “Please.”
And just like that, my hesitation crumbled completely. My mouth crashed against hers, and she moaned as she started to eagerly pull my cock against her.
Suddenly, I broke away, my mouth kissing down her neck and over her breasts. My cock slipped from her hand as I moved further down, and looked up as she gasped to see hesitance in her face. “Mr. Harding, where are you-"