It feels as if my body was designed for him.
“Oh God,” I whisper. “It feels so ...”
But I can’t talk as he slowly slides his cock out of me, making me feel every naughty inch. His movements are so temptingly slow I imagine I can feel my walls tightening around the thick veins of his manhood.
I stare into his eyes as he leans back, beginning to thrust faster now, his features twisted as he props himself up with one hand and massages my bouncing breasts with the other.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he snarls, pinching onto one of my nipples with his fingers. “Jesus, yes, Tess. Bounce like that.”
“Like this?” I moan, arching my hips, even more, sliding down him as he thrusts up, both of us sinking into a rhythm that requires no coordination.
We were made for this.
“Yes,” he growls, pumping his hips like a beast now, growling as he slams into me.
The wetness of our sex fills the room with slapping noises, and I’m sure I can smell the tanginess of my own heat, my womb.
But I’m not embarrassed. I don’t care.
I can’t care when he keeps taking me like this, the bed whining as he slams with even more predator’s force, causing the mattress to buck beneath us … buck just like I do, riding his length as he possesses me with it.
I grip onto his shoulders so hard I pierce his skin, but he just grunts and takes me faster, harder, deeper, over and over as I open my mouth to let out a scream.
But I can’t make any noise except for a strangled, hollow sound as I feel the euphoric sensation spreading through my whole body, touching the tips of my toes and fingers, making my freaking scalp tingle, for Christ’s sake.
“You tight fucking goddess,” Tanner roars, smashing into me with his ten-inch cock, pounding a spot deep inside of me I never even knew was there.
Every time the engorged helm of his meaty length touches it, it triggers another wave of that body consuming euphoria, until the feeling turns into one long continuous buzz.
I can’t feel each individual pounding of his cock anymore, just the constant hum, getting louder, owning me, owning me like he owns me.
“Good,” he snarls, reading my face. “That’s it, Tess. Cream. Cream for me. Squirt down my cock. Do...It...Now.”
With each syllable, he pumps, the conflagration inside of me somehow getting deeper, as though the pleasure is burning right down to my very atoms.
I let out a scream when the earth shattering orgasm crashes into me, my pussy getting so tight that for a few moments it’s like his massive cock isn’t going to fit back inside of me.
But then he drives in and—
Oh. My. God.
It’s nothing like when he made me come with his hand or his mouth.
This is like he’s plucking the strings of my soul, the music of my ecstasy loud in my ears as all the pent-up pressure in that sweet spot explodes in a Big Bang of release.
I claw down his chest, tracing his muscles with my fingernails as I bounce on his cock, grinding my hole down to his base as he thrusts harder, more possessively.
He looks down and makes a growling noise.
“My cock’s covered in your sweet cream,” he snarls, voice twisted.
“Come inside me,” I moan, sensing how close he is, somehow getting the words out past my lust-warped cries. “Please, Tanner, p-please …”
“Cream again,” he groans. “Then I might …”
“Ahhhh,” I scream, as though his words have triggered something inside of me.
Another wave of fresh fire blooms inside me, pulsating like a rave down there, my hole squeezing and loosening as more squirting pleasure surges out of me, a wet release that feels like bursting a balloon of pure release.
I grab his face, feeling his powerful jaw, looking into his eyes as his lips twist and he lets out a carnal roar that shakes the very walls.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry, urging him on as his body grows somehow tenser.
He roars even louder, pounding frantically, his eyes glazed over in a film of lust as he stares burningly at me, every muscle in his honed body standing out in clear outline as he erupts and shoots his seed into my aching womb.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping onto the bed next to me. “Jesus Christ, Tess, that was …”
“Better than I can believe,” I finish for him.
He hugs me close to him, glancing down at the blossom of red on the cream sheets, marking the moment of him taking my virginity. I cringe for a moment as we both stare down at it, wondering if this is the moment where he finally gets grossed it.
But instead, his lips crease into something like a smile, not his just-Tanner smirk.
He pulls me to him and lays a kiss on my sex-sweaty forehead.