“Oh wow…you are tight,” he whispered huskily.
My chasm let him inside, but barely. I could feel myself clenching around his digit as he began to stroke me from the inside, easing me for what was to come.
A second finger poked in beside the first, stretching me harder. Almost immediately, they found my bundle of nerves, stroking along my inner button and sending fresh spasms of pleasure across my body. Meanwhile, his thumb stroked along the outer lips, teasing my nerve endings with expert precision.
When I thought there couldn’t possibly be any more to this, I felt his lips brush against my small, engorged clit, his tongue teasing it with varied pleasure.
I moaned with satisfaction as he worked me like a delicate instrument, playing my body to fulfill its needs.
My back lifted from the sheets.
My thighs struggled to clasp around his face.
My fingers threaded deep into his hair.
I rode his face, my hips practically bucking with pleasure as the rockstar worked his magic. He started switching things up – his tongue, burrowing deep inside me as his fingers worked my lips and my throbbing clit.
It was paradise.
I felt a rising, building, mounting feeling of desire from deep down. It was like nothing I’d ever felt – a systematic, rising need that had to be fulfilled, or a struggling, forceful promise that demanded to be made.
My body was quivering with its intensity.
Pleasure was whiplashing down my spine.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him hungrily. “Please don’t stop, fuck, just keep going…”
I could sense a change in his breath.
An exhale.
No.
A chuckle.
He was grinning.
My mind was pushed to the edge of a precipice, and finally, achingly, brought to release. I felt my pleasure rocket off the edge as I was brought to a body breaking, overwhelming warmth of lustful, all-encompassing sexual gratification.
I’d never experienced anything like this.
“Was that your first orgasm?” He asked, pulling up from between my legs as they trembled. The breath had been stripped from my very lips.
“First with… Someone else…”
“Well…tonight’s going to be a night of firsts for you, isn’t it?” He smiled almost wickedly, although I could sense tenderness behind the grin.
My own large grin crossed my face as I nodded again, sinking down into the sheets. “That was amazing.”
“That was just the start,” he told me, sliding onto his back beside me. “And now it’s your turn, my little Angel.”
“My turn?”
“That’s right,” he grinned, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. Laid out beside me, he was a long, powerful specimen of masculine perfection.
Even overlooking that throbbing, massive cock between his legs, pierced to perfection.
“I don’t…I mean, I can, but I don’t know how,” I whispered, catching my breath.
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you.”
I nodded one last time, sliding onto his body for a deep kiss. I could feel his erection between us – and what startled me most, even more than the huge size, was how much warmth it vented.
The thing was practically piping-hot.
I almost flinched at the unexpected heat.
“It’s okay,” Trent whispered, his fingers brushing strands of hair from my face. “Just do what feels natural. I’ll help you.”
I kissed him again, tasting my fluids on his tongue, before pushing down against his awesome pecs. His skin was so tight, so defined, sculpted into perfection.
Sliding down his body, I let my hands grope, my fingertips trail, and my nails dig. I found myself wanting to learn every inch of his body.
Soon, I was kneeling between his legs in bed, each one a massive trunk that stretched outward. I lowered my face, grasping the studded cock. It was slick with wet pleasure, clearly ready for my attention.
My tongue slipped against his bulbous crown.
It was salty, yet sweet.
The head was so firm, so full of blood and eager for release. I realized how selfless Trent had been, bringing me to an orgasm first, and I wanted to repay him in kind.
My lips wrapped around his head, and I pushed down around the shaft.
His immediate groans told me what I needed to know. They encouraged me, pushed me onwards, and I began to slowly draw myself up and down his cock. It was interesting to feel his piercings against my tongue – I hadn’t really thought about catching on them, but to my satisfaction they didn’t bother me in the slightest.
At Trent’s instruction, I started teasing him, flicking my tongue along the base of his head as I stroked his cock with my hand. This got me the reaction I wanted, and he lifted his head to groan, looking down into my eyes.
I gave him the sexiest look I could muster, and he almost came right there and then.
Instead, he pulled me up from his cock, tossing me back down into the covers. Instinctively, my ankles parted, and he descended upon me in the instant.
The exhilaration threw my eyes wide open, and I was barely prepared for his lips against mine again, his tongue in my mouth. My chest was heaving; my fingers were digging into his shoulder blades.
I could only barely keep up with his unhinged pleasure, and terror gripped me as I felt the tip of his cock brush up against my lower lips.
“Are you ready?” He whispered delicately.
I nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I’m ready,” I whispered.
“Prove it,” he grinned.
“Trent…fuck me,” I pleaded.
The head began to push in, and I gasped against his grinning, confident lips.
Just a finger or two had stretched me, but his thick cock was on a completely different level. If he hadn’t already prepared me with his tongue…I knew I wouldn’t have been able to withstand his massive, hot member.
As promised, Trent was gentle. I held onto his body and tried to relax, and he reassuringly whispered sweet nothings and support into my ear. We waited like that for just a moment and I knew it was time. Catching his eyes, I smiled.
Oh GOD…
He drove deep, my body engulfing his saliva slickened cock into my wetness and taking my virginity once and for all.
I was claimed.
I was his.
Trent was sheathed deep inside me. The sting subsided after a few moments to manageable, almost pleasurable levels. I was amazed at how well he fit inside me. His cock was so huge, stretching my slickened walls so wide. I just didn’t think I could take it.
He continued being gentle, at least at first.
Trent was precise with his movements, positioning my hips so that his piercings excited my folds just properly, pressing up against my button of nerves deep inside.
“Oh god…” I murmured, my fingernails clenching into his back.
“I’m going to be careful this first time.”
I nodded, barely able to focus on his words. Did he mean there would be a next time?
Trent held himself up above me, ensuring that his weight didn’t crush me. I felt him push deep into me and drag halfway out, not willing to break our physical connection.
As I adjusted to his movements, I started to sway my hips with them, pushing against his pelvis with my own to meet the grinding of our bodies.
He seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by his eyes clasped shut, the groans from deep within his thick, barrel chest, and the way that his cock trembled inside.
This is sex, I thought to myself.
This is what I’ve been missing.
It’s fucking incredible.
I felt like a missing part of me was finally being fulfilled. An aching chasm, both physically and emotionally, was at the pinnacle of fulfillment.
Trent supplied that through a thick, studded cock.
Anyone else would have fucked this up, but it just felt so right wi
th him. It felt like everything was falling into place.
I couldn’t explain it. At the time, I ignored most of the thoughts, or at least tried to. It’s the moment, I thought to myself. It’s just because we’re having sex. He has to leave soon, anyway.
The thought of him leaving my side chilled me to my very core. He noticed, slowing down and pressing his lips to my ear.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“No, don’t lock me out. What is it?”
“It’s just…you’re leaving soon, right?”