Before I could even begin to get used to the way he felt, buried to the hilt in my inexperienced tunnel, he lifted with his hands and pulled back with his hips, almost taking the entire length out of me. When I felt the bumpy ridge of the head almost at my entrance, he thrust forward hard and our bodies met with a slapping sound.
“Uhn!” I squealed.
I was on fire between my legs, I was wrapped around his length more closely than a coat of paint could have been. He had a look of hunger in his eyes that spoke volumes about which of my requests he was going to grant. Hard or gentle?
“You love that cock, little girl?” He asked, pulling back and thrusting forward once more, making me yelp with that confusing mixture of pain and pleasure.
I wasn’t sure if I loved it. Nothing had ever physically hurt me so much, but nothing had ever felt so good either. I might have loved it, but I definitely needed it, so I told him what I knew he wanted to hear.
“Yeah,” I panted, taking his length over and over again.
Each stroke was punctuated by the clapping sound of our bodies, the little sounds it forced out of me and my own heavy breathing. He thrust at a speed that I could barely take, considering his size and my inexperience. I couldn’t believe how long it was between each clap, when it felt so fast.
“Say it, Kendall, tell me you love it. Beg for more.”
“Um… uh… ow! Um…” I struggled for words between thrusts. “F-fuck me, Jace… I love that… that big cock… Fuck me hard!”
My jaws snapped shut with a clack of teeth. I hadn’t even meant to say that last bit. I hadn’t known it was going to come out of my mouth until it was already said.
What was Jace doing to me? How had he brought this… this sex-crazed side out of me? For a moment I was embarrassed by what I’d said, but the way Jace’s expression changed made me feel exactly the opposite. I felt… sexy.
Despite the pain, a hopeful smile played at the corners of my lips, and Jace granted my wish. The claps started coming closer together, and I could feel each impact jarring the rest of my body.
The fire he was stoking burned hotter with every passing second. Soon he was going to push me further than I could go, but I could also feel that humming undercurrent that came with it, that promise of a pleasure-explosion even bigger than the previous.
Would I reach that climax or the limits of my ability to handle the pain first? I had no idea, but the promise was so enticing that I had to try. I needed to take as much as I could.
Faster and faster, Jace made love to me. No, that was the wrong choice of words. This wasn’t making love. This was fucking, just like he said. With help from his hands, and the force of his thrusts, I was soon bouncing on his cock, getting fucked hard enough that I could feel even my humble-sized breasts shaking from the pounding.
“I knew you’d have a perfect little tight pussy, damn,” he grunted, never losing the rhythm of his thrusts.
My “little tight pussy” couldn’t take much more, but just when I was about to reluctantly scream for him to stop, that fire joined forces with the undercurrent and a flush spread on my skin from my sex and crept its way towards my extremities.
I could feel it flowing over my belly, my chest, and my breaths started getting slower, deeper. All I could do was look up at Jace, almost with disbelief at the enormity of what was growing inside of me, as he rocked my entire body.
He saw or felt the change in me and somehow found some higher gear to shift to, until his cock must have been almost a blur as it pistonned in and out of my newly deflowered pussy. I couldn’t have held my orgasm back even if I wanted to.
Every muscle in my body went rigid with ecstasy, curling my toes and squeezing my eyes shut as my pussy clamped down on Jace’s powerful shaft, increasing the friction above and beyond my youthful tightness all the more.
He grunted with pure pleasure of his own as I felt the first hot splash of semen ever to be unleashed inside of me. From whichever distant dimension my mind had been banished to, worries of getting pregnant flashed through before getting lost in the haze of bliss.
He moved one hand from my ass to my neck, not squeezing tight enough to hurt, but almost as if he was reminding me that he was in charge. I held on to his wrist and tilted my head up to breathe easier, and he leaned down to kiss me as he continued to fill me with his seed.
I didn’t know men came so much, another surprise from Jace for me. I could feel his creamy load escaping with each now-sporadic thrust as I struggled to snatch the oxygen my body needed around his grip, his kiss.
The struggle only prolonged my orgasm, eking out more pleasure than I could have dreamed was possible. After heaven only knew how long, everything was still in the dim storage room, except for the sounds of the two of us trying to catch our breath.