“From what I hear, it’s going to hurt. But I’ll try to make it good for you. You love me, don’t you?”
She nods her head and I smile. Seeing her acknowledge what I’ve always felt makes this even more wonderful. Feeling her body under mine is amazing, but feeling her love in my heart washes away every bad thing I ever did.
“Then you’ll take me. It’s that simple.” I want her to enjoy this and I hate that she’s going to have this moment of pain. Layla has had enough pain in her life and I don’t want to be the cause of more. I need her to enjoy this. I need her to crave me like I already crave her.
I keep my eyes focused on hers while we have this moment. I move my hips so my cock is lined up with her opening and push straight in. It’s better to just pop it fast than draw out the pain. We both cry out at the same time. Layla does because my ten-inch cock just tore through her virginity, and I do because I just found heaven.
“Oh God, baby. I don’t think I’ll make it three seconds. Just breathe. It won’t take long.”
“Carter, oh God, it hurts.”
“Cherry, I said breathe,” I say forcefully. “Just be still for me and let me get off. Fuck, you feel so good. Don’t you want your man to cum in you? Fill you up with everything he’s being holding in for you for all these years?” I know it’s hurting her but nothing could stop me right now. Being forceful with her seems to work best for her, and thank fuck because that’s the only way I know how to be.
I slowly pull back and I feel her tense up.
“Cherry, relax. Just feel me, baby. Don’t I feel good inside you? Don’t you love my cock?”
“Yes, it just burns a little. Go slow.”
“I’ll go as fast as I want, Cherry. You’ll take it. You hear me?” I can feel her pussy clench and gush onto my cock at my words. Perfect. My girl loves when I just take it. I start to move in and out in quick thrusts. I feel her body relax a little and she begins to move with me. I knew if I could get a few strokes in her, my girl would come around. She wants this as much as I do.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl. Fuck me back, Cherry.”
Her hip movements begin to counter my thrusts and before long my girl is fucking me too. She goes faster and faster and I feel her pussy gripping my cock when I pull out.
“Fuck, your greedy cunt won’t let me out. Fucking begging for it, aren’t you?” I kiss her mouth so she doesn’t have to respond. She doesn’t need to.
We’re a sweaty, rutting pile of flesh. Layla moans loudly in my ear. She’s getting close and there’s no way I can last much longer. I reach down with one hand and thumb her clit, rubbing it fast and hard. I lean in close to her shoulder and bite her neck. My mouth gripping her flesh is all it takes for her to arch her back and scream out my name.
“CARTER!” she shouts. Her pussy squeezes my cock in time with her cries. As her release pulses through her, I muster every ounce of willpower I possess and pull out of her sweet heaven. I start jerking my cock off. It’s slick with her cream and I can see small red traces of her virginity around the base.
“Only good girls get cum in their pussy, Cherry. You ran away from me tonight, so you can just lie back and watch what should have gone inside you.”
My body locks up and I squeeze my hand around my cock, trying to mimic how tight her pussy was. I start shaking and my cum splashes on her pussy. I pump my cock and it just keeps cumming. When I think I can’t possibly have any more, another wave of pleasure hits me and I keep unloading on her.
When my cock is finally spent, I fall over beside her and pull her against me.
Layla starts to talk and I cut her off. “Go to sleep, baby. I plan on having you a few more times tonight so rest up.” I know where it will go if she starts talking. If she asks me to stay with one of her little pleas, there won’t be any denying her.
I position her on her side with her head on my chest, and I lie there, smiling. I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy. We are both a sticky mess, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve finally got my girl right where she belongs.
“You were perfect, Layla. Absolutely perfect.”
She snuggles into my side and I feel her love brand my skin. “I miss the sound of you playing the piano while I fall asleep, baby. We’re gonna have to change that.”
I feel her head nod in agreement. She’s too tired to answer. Moments later I feel her body relax and she finds sleep. Then I feel my own eyes grow heavy. I dream of Layla. Always Layla.
I wake up and feel Layla against me. Her hot breath kisses my chest and her small hand strokes my hard cock while she makes little moaning sounds. I reach down to find her other hand.