The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(8)

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.

Ryan didn't give me the time to revel in my victory though. After  grinding against me, stuffing all the cock he possibly could into me so  that the tip brushed my cervix, he pulled out almost all the way …  and  then he started giving me what he said I deserved.

While his balls had come to a gentle rest on my ass on the first stroke,  now they slapped against it on all the subsequent ones. My breasts  shook with the impacts and, when Ryan let go of my hands to grab on to  my shoulders and stop me from being fucked off the far edge of the bed, I  held them to stop them from wobbling like I was running without a  sports bra.

"You feel so fucking good, Sarina, such a tight little … " Ryan trailed  off to incoherent, but undeniably filthy, muttering, looking down at me  as he sawed that glorious cock in and out of my inexperienced pussy.

I pulled Ryan close, pressing my breasts against him so I could free my  hands. Holding him tight with one arm around his neck, I let the other  roam all over the sculpted body.

He was working like a fine-tuned machine made with the sole purpose of  jack-hammering a hard cock into me. With no clothes in the way, I felt  those abs, those hard biceps, that ass. Everywhere was a new and  exciting playground.

His muscles flexed and relaxed under my fingertips, and I basked in the  unrestrained lust. The concentrated fire between my legs spread its  energy throughout my body, making it easier to handle, and I felt myself  less on edge.

My jaw muscles unclenched and I moaned and screamed my pleasure, as if  making him aware of just how good it felt to have him fucking me would  make him fuck me harder. I threw my legs around him and held on for dear  life as he did exactly that.

Our bodies met over and over, slapping together to the beat of the  oldest music made by mankind. I was wrapped so tightly around him that I  could feel every bump and vein of his thick cock as he drove it in and  out of me. I could sense another orgasm building, hot on the heels of  the first one ever given to me by another person.

Just when I thought my pleasure was going to overflow in another climax,  Ryan paused. I growled my frustration and even grabbed at his ass,  trying to thrust him in and out of me for a moment.

He reached under my knees and pulled them over his shoulders again  before leaning forward, bending me almost in half, and fucking me at the  same frantic pace as before. Every stroke of his cock drove just that  little bit deeper inside me in this position, and he used his full  length to drive me straight back to the edge of my climax.

My feet wobbled crazily above us. like the leaves of small trees being  shaken by a grizzly bear, and then the world started getting a little  cloudy around the edges of my vision. I wasn't sure if my squeals of  delight were getting quieter or the booming of my heart was just getting  louder, but either way, I felt the dams burst and pleasure overwhelmed  me again.

Ryan felt my pussy clamp down on his cock even harder, felt my muscles  shaking with the effort of dealing with the ecstasy he'd given me, and  found a higher gear to shift to, making sure this orgasm was one for the  record books. Electric bliss alternately curled and stretched out my  toes and nowhere was quivering as much as my thighs.

As the pleasure peaked and slowly began to diminish, Ryan let my legs  fall to his sides. He leaned forward again, directly over me. His hands  slipped under my arms, and he grabbed twin fistfuls of my hair on either  side of my head.

"Mmmm, yes," I thought I heard myself pant.

"Look at me. Look at me." He panted.

I tried to focus on him, regain that eye-lock we'd had earlier, but I  was too distracted. My eyes were open, at least, and that seemed to be  good enough for Ryan, because he let out a deep wordless growl and  forced his cock as deep into me as he could.

The tip of his hard length was pressed against my cervix when I felt the  first powerful jet of sperm unleashed inside me. Ryan's groans of  satisfaction mixed with my own as he pulled out, then slammed his cock  all the way inside me again for the next spurt.

The feel of all that cum so deep in my pussy, hot and so fucking wrong,  seemed to prolong the trailing edge of my orgasm, giving the sex-maniac  who'd seized control of my mind all the incentive it needed to continue  letting Ryan have his way with me. My pleasure only faded away to a dull  afterglow at least a minute after Ryan became still.         

     



 

The room was silent, except for the sounds of the two of us catching our  breath. I could feel every hot puff of air against my neck and  shoulder, as the perfect specimen of masculinity rested above me, his  cock still rock hard and buried to the hilt in my newly deflowered sex.

I surprised myself by wrapping my arms and legs around him and turning  my head to give him a kiss on the cheek before squeezing him tight. The  way the two of us were connected like this, was something magical.