The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(42)

"Will you be …  gentle?" I panted when our lips parted for a second.

Austin looked at me for a moment. "I could fuck you gentle …  or I could fuck you well. I know what I'm going to do."

With that, he let go of one of my wrists and reached down to guide his  cock. I felt a trail of pre-cum smeared across my bare skin as he slowly  brought it towards my pussy, and had a flash of panic.

"Wait! Do you have a condom?"

"There's no way I'm using a condom on you. I'm going to fuck you the way  nature intended and I'm going to feel you breaking yourself on my cock  when you cum, not a piece of rubber."

"But …  but, I'm not on the pill or-"

"You should have thought of that before you begged for my cock."

The tip of his hard shaft slid over my clit, making me squeal sharply,  before it was parting my labia, seeking out my unprotected entrance. He  was no schoolboy fumbling to understand what to do, and it wasn't long  before he was putting steadily increasing pressure on my virgin pussy.

"Look at you, pretending to care about a condom, pretending to wait for  some limp-dick purity-ring motherfucker to marry you. You want to feel  the hot cum of a real man inside you, you want to give it all up to me.  You're fuckin' aching for it. I can see it. Tell me to fuck you as hard  as I can."         

     



 

My cheeks were burning in response to his words. He crashed through the  walls I'd built up my whole life as if they weren't even there, and saw  me either for what I really was …  or what his mere presence turned me  into.

I wasn't blushing because he was lying. I was blushing because he was  telling the truth. My eyes were watering with the desperate need of my  body.

Fucking me with that lethal weapon between his legs would be more than I  could take, but anything would be better than having to live without  it. Anything. I was his to use, condom or not.

"F-uck me as h-hard as you c-can."

I couldn't possibly know exactly what that would mean, and in a way it  didn't matter. All I could do was cope with each passing moment,  starting with that pressure that immediately resumed against my  completely inexperienced pussy.

Austin watched me with such intensity that it was like being under a  spotlight. I'd never been the subject of such close focus before, as he  read every quiver of my lip, every hitch of my breath and twitch of my  eyelids, seeming to know exactly when I was at the breaking point, my  pain threshold, then slowing down for a second.

It shouldn't have been possible to have the kind of size he was endowed  with. The entrance to my pussy was stretched out to a taut ring of fire,  and I still had no sense that the head was even in yet.

He'd said that he was going to fuck me the way nature intended, but it  almost felt like nature intended for him to breed an army of Amazonian  Warrior Princesses, not somebody so diminutive in comparison to him. It  was too much. Too much!

A tear fell from the corner of my eye, and I was just about to cry out  when I felt the ridge of his cock slip past my pussy lips, and there was  a tiny relief as they clamped down on his shaft. With that small  advance, the tip of his cock was at the final insignificant defender of  my virginity. My hymen would fall next.

"Mmmm. I can feel it," said Austin. "You. Are. Mine."

My husband might not have heard my whispered "Yes" under his groan of  pure satisfaction, and I barely had time to get it out before he pushed  forward through my maidenhead like it was nothing. Austin fed inch after  inch of thick cock into my innocent body as I squirmed and squealed  underneath him, only pausing when I instinctively reached down and  pushed against his hips to slow his advance.

He gathered my wrists and pinned both arms over my head with one big  hand, before finishing what he'd started. It seemed like an eternity  before his balls were resting against me again, and I had this  incredible sense of fullness, as if I had more cock than Skylar inside  my own skin.

I could feel every throb of his erection inside me, my hyper-sensitive  walls making me so aware of the rhythm that it felt like my body had two  hearts. He pulled back and I hissed a breath in through my teeth, and  then yelped when he powered himself home so hard that the headboard  slammed against the wall.

The pain burned between my legs, and despite the undeniable undercurrent  of pleasure, the relief of not having to worry about guarding my  virginity anymore, I squirmed away from it. With Austin, though, there  was no escape.

He still pinned my arms above me, and his hips moved with mine as if he  knew exactly what my body was going to do before I did. He kept his cock  exactly where he wanted it.

When he chose, he began sliding his cock in and out, forcing that  impossible thickness into my tight depths over and over again. My body  shook every time he bottomed out in me, not as hard as the first thrust,  but with enough strength that the sound of each impact rang out in the  room like a slow clap.

Each stroke fueled both the fire and the pleasurable undercurrent. I had  no idea which sensation would win. Surely something that size could do  some damage …  yet it also felt so good, so perfect, claiming my virginity  and taking away the veil with which I'd covered my whole life.

Austin shifted to a slightly better position and began thrusting harder,  keeping me walking that razor edge. My breasts began wobbling in time  with his relentless pounding, and I tried to unbind my hands from his  grip so I could support them, but he felt as strong as any handcuffs yet  made.

The man who was taking my innocence so masterfully let his eyes roam  over my body, exploring every inch of skin as thoroughly as he had read  my face a few minutes ago. He admired his handiwork in every bounce of  my breasts, every squirm of my hips and every twitch of muscle.

Out of everything, nothing seemed to please him more than the sight of  his cock driving into my pussy. I could only imagine how big it looked  with my lips stretched so tightly around it, how it glistened with our  combined juices on every outstroke.

Maybe imagination was enough, because that very thought sent a pulse of  utter ecstasy flashing from my clit to the very extremities of my  fingers and toes. I squeaked and then bit my lip, embarrassed out of  habit.         

     



 

It was pure madness to be self-conscious about that little vocalization  of pleasure, when my pussy was so wet for him. Like so many things, that  reaction was out of my control.

If Austin noticed my moment of self-doubt, it didn't affect his rhythm.  If anything, he began slowly dialing up the pace of his fucking, and  another flush of pleasure forced a little squeal of affirmation out of  me.

The pain was still unquestionably there, but I had a sense that I was  falling, or flying, in the other direction now. My nipples, painfully  stiff, made no attempt to hide my arousal, waving like little pink flags  of surrender to the powerful man thrusting above me.

Mmmmm, the powerful man above me. My pink tips might have been the only  thing on my body that could match how hard he was, both that monster  cock between his legs and his rippling muscles.

For the first time since I felt his girth pushing my labia to each side,  I allowed myself to bask in his physical perfection. All that strength,  working with the coordination of an elite athlete, covered in ink and,  for the time being, concentrating on jack-hammering a huge cock into me.

I moaned as the pleasure grew, losing a constant battle to catch my  breath. Austin hadn't even broken a sweat yet; he looked like he could  go forever.

Sensing the change in tide within me, Austin let go of my wrists and  brought his hand to my throat. I curled one hand around his arm, as if  I'd be able to do anything at all should he decide to squeeze, and let  myself feel all that hard-thrusting power with the other.

"That's it, there's my dirty little wife," he said.

Austin was pounding into me so hard and fast by this stage that my pussy  was a cacophony of sensation. It was almost impossible to decipher what  my nerves were trying to sing to me, where one thrust stopped and the  next started. My body was almost vibrating rather than shaking.

One message that started quietly, but grew louder with every passing  second, was that I was going to climax again, and climax hard. Dull  pleasure from my clit flowed slowly out until my pussy muscles were  fluttering around that huge cock and I was so close, I was going to  scream the hotel down, I was …

Austin stopped for a moment and flipped my leg from one side of his body  to the other, before grabbing my hips and pulling me up into doggystyle  position. It was the tiniest of pauses, but my orgasm retreated from  the brink far enough that I cried out in frustration.

"Fuck me! Do it! Fuck me, hard!"

Smack!

My husband's hand on my ass rang out like a gunshot over my own panting  and I yelped in surprise, partly at the unexpected pain but more at the  unexpected pleasure. Austin resumed his former pace as if it was a  starter's pistol in a race, and this position allowed him even deeper  access to my virginal pussy.