The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(14)

I glanced up to his face and saw him with a hint of a one-sided smile, watching me drink him in. My legs were still splayed before him, so I thought there were probably more things to be self-conscious of than being caught looking at some eye-candy.

Knowing he had me on a string, he slowly and painstakingly pushed his pants down. My jaw dropped at the same snail-pace, as his concealed weapon was concealed no longer.

My legs twitched in an effort to protect myself from that throbbing masculine perfection, but ultimately fell back where they started. I was mesmerized by the way it promised pleasure and pain at the limits of my ability to take it, without using any words.

Ryan climbed back on to the bed, and the only protection I had between my virgin pussy and a monster cock was a short skirt. Most would say that wasn’t enough to mount a successful defense, and they’d be right.

The man I was supposed to be investigating tugged my last remaining scrap of clothing off and threw it a good distance across the room in disdain. I could feel the heat of his body between my knees as he slowly moved forward, his hard dick towering ominously over my innocence.

“Will you be gentle?” I asked.

“No. I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

His body inched forward, pushing my legs even wider, until he grasped his hard shaft halfway down and aimed his length at my entrance. It was almost absurd to see that thickness right next to my virgin pussy, to know that he intended to try to get something that big inside me, but it was happening anyway.

When the tip touched my sex, I gasped. I was probably still sensitive so soon after my climax, but his cock felt hot to the touch as he brushed it up and down along the length of my slit.

His pre-cum mixed with my natural lubricants until it was sliding easy, and that throbbing manhood felt a lot better. It reminded me of the wordless promise it had made when I first set eyes on it.

“Mmmm,” he groaned as he aligned himself with my tight opening and put some pressure on.

I hissed in through my teeth and reached out to push against his hips and make sure he was gentler than he said he was going to be. Ryan didn’t knock my hands off, but he kept on increasing the pressure until my pussy was a tight ring of fire around the head of his cock.

My brow knitted and I pushed against his hips harder. “Ow! Ryan, it hurts… I can’t…”

“Yes you can, you were built to fuck hard, Sarina.”

More pressure, more fractions of an inch of hard dick slid into me, until I had to take one hand off Ryan’s hip to bite the back of my wrist and cry out against it. How? How did other girls do this?

“Ow! Owowow! Please… uhn!”

The head of his cock slipped inside me and my taut entrance hugged his shaft just below that bumpy ridge. My hymen was strained to the verge of breaking. This was really happening. I was losing my virginity to my huge-cocked suspect.

Now Ryan moved my hand away from his hip, interlaced his fingers with mine and pushed my arms back above his head as he leaned forward. He was careful not to push his cock any deeper inside me, perhaps wanting to savor the moment he became my first lover.

I squirmed a little, waiting for the inevitable, but Ryan waited until I was still. His face was hovering right above mine, his eyes staring right into my soul.

“You love that cock, don’t you? You like being stretched out like that?”

Despite the discomfort, he was right. The pleasure he’d already given me was still echoing around under the noise of the pain, ready to make a triumphant return. All I had to do was let Ryan do anything he wanted, and I could have it all again.

“Yes…”

Never breaking eye contact, he shifted his weight upwards, then jerked his hips, pushing his cock through my virginity in one quick motion. I yelped and squirmed, but Ryan held my arms still and moved with me for a moment before slowly advancing.

The fire of his thick penetration moved deeper inside me as his cock explored me, the snug walls of my vagina being touched for the first time. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to blink, my eyes were locked with his, connected.

My world revolved around his hard rod, and just when I thought it must have no end, he stopped. I panted in relief as he pulled back an inch or two, and then my eyes widened and rolled back as he went forward again, deeper than before.

It was only by the grace of how wet he had made me that he could move that huge dick at all in the vice-like grip of my pussy, and his girth was pushing that natural lubrication to its limit. Hung like that, he could always turn to porn if the drug dealing didn’t work out for him.

When I finally felt his balls come to rest on my ass, I almost squealed in triumph. It was my first time, and I took him. There was a crazy kind of pride in that.