“Can I? Please?” I ask timidly, standing up and turning to face Sal. He’s looking at me with those solemn, dark eyes, searching my face.

Every time he looks at me this way, it gives me a little shiver. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, and not just because I’m naked. His gaze seems to tear away at the walls built up around me, stripping down all my excuses and reasons for keeping my heart hidden away under lock and key. He burns down the tall hedges around my soul, staring down into the deepest, darkest, most secret corners of who I am. Like he can somehow understand me, see my thoughts before I even think them.

It’s both terrifying and thrilling at the same time. I have never met anyone who seems to understand me, predict me. I don’t know how he does it, but it almost feels like I don’t even need words. I just need his touch. He tells me all of this when he looks at me.

All in one intense gaze.

He reaches for my hands and I bite my lip, looking down at his massive cock, still glistening with my honey. My pussy aches to have him inside me again, filling me up, stuffing me full until I’m bursting. But I want to try something different. Something I have never done before. I’m not totally naive; I’ve seen dirty movies, read a dirty novel or two in my day. I know how it’s supposed to work. But I’m new at this, and I want to experience it all.

Sal pulls me forward to kiss my lips, cupping my face in his huge hands.

That’s what surprises me most about him. The strange little acts of tenderness that contrast so much with his hard stare, his gruff words. Maybe that’s what I see in him, a gentleness lying dormant beneath the surface of his hardened heart.

I sense that he’s broken too.

Maybe our broken pieces can fit together.

He gently nudges me down. I dutifully kneel on the tile floor between his thighs as he sits on the chair, looking at me. I glance up at him, my heart fluttering nervously.

“I just want to make you feel good,” I tell him, blushing. He nods.

“Go ahead,” he urges me, stroking the hair back out of my face and tucking it behind my ears. He traces my bottom lip with his thumb and pushes it inside for a moment, a tantalizing preview of what’s to come when there is something much bigger in my mouth. Just having his thumb between my lips sends a spiral of pleasure down my body and suddenly I need the real thing. I can’t wait any longer.

I lean forward and part my lips, gently kissing the swollen head of his shaft, looking up at Sal all the while to gauge his reaction. He’s patient. Waiting for more. I wrap both hands around the enormous length of his cock and begin to slide them up and down slowly while I pull more of him into my mouth. It’s so big I can feel my mouth stretching to accommodate him, the sensation of my cheeks aching and my tongue swirling around the sensitive head making me wet.

I moan as I push down, taking more and more into my mouth as I reach down to caress his sack. Sal lets out a low groan, leaning his head back. His hands come down to tangle in my hair, guiding me, pushing me further down until I’m nearly choking myself on his massive cock, the head just lightly brushing the ticklish back of my throat.

I begin to move faster, sucking his cock enthusiastically. It feels incredible, bobbing up and down on Sal’s massive, glorious shaft while he gently rolls his hips up to meet my rhythm, like he just can’t help it. Like I’m making him feel so fucking good he can’t even be still.

“Just like that, Eva,” he growls, pushing down on the back of my head, guiding me. I moan around his impressive length, my tongue flicking along the sensitive underside of his cock. “So fucking good, sweetheart,” he says softly.

I glance up to see his eyes closed and his jaw tightening. He’s trying his very best to restrain himself. I can tell he wants so badly to lose control and fuck my mouth with abandon. And I want him to do that. I want him to use me, thrust into my throat until I’m gagging.

Still pumping his cock with both hands, I release him with a wet pop and look up at him, licking my lips.

“I want you to use me,” I tell him. His eyes open and he gazes down at me, a little taken aback by my words. I can’t help but blush, but I don’t back down even for a second.

“You want…” he trails off. I nod.

“Fuck my throat,” I murmur. “Please. I want you to feel good.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” he asks, sounding genuinely concerned. His worry for me is sweet and appreciated, but it’s not what I need right now. In this moment, I don’t want Sal soft and cautious. I want him ravenous and forceful. I want him to relinquish the control he’s been tightly clinging to.

“Don’t be afraid to hurt me. I can handle it,” I tell him earnestly. “Don’t hold back. You can… you can come in my mouth if you want,” I add, my cheeks burning. I’m not used to talking to anyone this way. I don’t think I have ever even thought words like this before, much less said them aloud to another person.

I never knew this side of me existed. Desperate. Needy. Turned on beyond belief, begging for pleasure in the shape of punishment. It almost scares me, that Sal could elicit such a response from me.

Who the hell am I anymore?

How did that bunker change me?

I decide that’s a question for future me. Right now, I just don’t fucking care.

Sal’s teeth are gritted together, those solemn eyes watching me as though he’s expecting to take it all back, to change my mind and back away from him in fear. But I’ve said my piece. I’ve asked for exactly what I want. I bend down to pull his cock back into my mouth, sucking him harder, bobbing up and down as I look up at him with pleading eyes. I want him to understand how serious I am, how badly I need this. More than even he needs it, I’m certain.

“Once I begin, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop,” he says finally, his voice low and serious. Warning me that I’m about to step over the edge of a cliff. There’s no going back. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and then I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy again until you scream. It might hurt. I won’t hold back.”

I nod, begging him with my eyes. This is what I want.

After a moment of silent deliberation, Sal stands up, reaching down to cup the back of my head with one hand while he holds onto the table to steady himself with the other. His fingers wrap into my hair and I’m salivating, desperate for him to use me the way he promised to.

And then, he does.

He pushes my face down on his cock, pressing into my throat while I moan. He thrusts into me harder and faster, slamming into my mouth. I’m so fucking wet I can feel my juices dripping down my bare thighs as I choke on Sal’s massive cock, reveling in the sensation of my cheeks aching and my throat ticklish, threatening to gag me.

Gripping a fistful of my hair, he snaps his hips back and forth, his long, hard shaft sliding in and out of my mouth. The only thing I can do is struggle to keep my mouth wide open and hold on for dear life, wrapping my arms around his legs as he fucks my throat harder and harder. It’s glorious, exhilarating, feeling his slick rod ramming into my throat. I can’t stop moaning, my legs shaking and my cunt pulsing, desperate to be touched.

“Oh, you’re so good,” Sal groans. “I love your fucking mouth. Stretch those pretty lips for me, Eva.”

He’s like a well-oiled machine, all hard angles and powerful muscle underneath that smooth, olive skin. I can feel him starting to lose control, his rhythm getting more and more erratic, as though he’s getting ready to blow. I can’t decide what I’d like better: tasting his come as it slides down my throat, or feeling him pump my pussy full of his seed so it can slowly leak out of me after.

Either way, I need him to come. I need to make him explode.

I can taste a few drops of his come in my mouth, sweet and bitter at the same time. I’m not totally innocent. I know this can happen before a man orgasms. And it’s like a little taster, a teaser of what’s in store. I need more, to pump every last drop from his incredible cock.

It’s like he can read my mind, because suddenly, he pulls away and yanks me up to my feet. Then he picks me up with such ease I might as well be a feather, and lays me back onto the table. Sal grabs my legs and hooks them up over his shoulders, positioning the engorged head of his shaft at my glistening pussy. With no preamble, he slides inside me, all the way down to the hilt, making me cry out with pleasure.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” I mumble, my arms flailing out on either side of me to grasp the edges of the table and keep myself steady as Sal slams into my aching, needy cunt. Every thrust sends a shock wave of bliss through my body, and at this angle, he can strike my g-spot every single time. Even on the rare occasion that I have touched myself, I never managed to find that spot. Sometimes I used to think I might be defective, that maybe it was missing.

But it turns out, I just needed the right person to find it. And Sal has certainly found it. Again and again and again.

My mind, for the first time in almost a month, goes silent. All my fears, all my dread that had been wound up around my heart simply fades away. I thought I would die a virgin, alone, afraid. But Sal has given me new life. Even as he makes my body ache, fucking me hard, I thrill at the sensations. Because they’re mine. They’re something other than horror, something other than pitiful tears.

Passion sparks between us, each seeking something in the other’s body.

He pounds into me with his stiff cock, my thighs trembling as he reaches up to caress my breasts, rolling my sensitive, perky nipples between his fingers. With every touch, I get closer and closer to climax, until finally my pussy clenches up around his shaft and I explode into orgasm.

“Oh, fuck! Sal!” I scream, gushing sweet honey all over his cock. He doesn’t let up for even a second, fucking me harder and harder while I squirm beneath him.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he growls, reaching down to circle my overly-sensitive clit while he fucks my g-spot over and over again. The combined sensation is too much, too overwhelming, and I almost recoil from it. I’ve never felt this fucking good before. I didn’t even know it was possible for sex to feel like this. Even in my wildest fantasies, I never imagined anything quite like this.

“Oh god,” I pant, closing my eyes and losing myself to the pounding rhythm of his thrusts deep inside me. My pussy is so wet, I can feel my juices sliding down my ass, making a little puddle on the table. Sal shows no mercy, his stiff cock slamming into me so quickly, I can’t even keep up with it. I’m like a ragdoll, limp and lost in a sea of pleasure as he thrusts deep within me.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” he murmurs through gritted teeth. Then, he adds imperiously, “Tell me how it feels, Eva. I want to know what my cock is doing to you.”

I struggle to breathe and think clearly, my brain is so overcome with pleasure.

“It feels… so… good,” I mumble breathlessly. “So fucking deep.”

“You love it fast and hard like this, don’t you?” he rumbles, gently massaging my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I let out a shriek, my legs quaking. Sal chuckles, a low, gravelly sound that vibrates through my body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I mutter, tightening my legs around his neck as he slams into my pussy.

“Such a filthy, good little girl,” he snarls, squeezing my breast in one massive hand. He’s playing me like a damn guitar, tweaking my body in all the right places, stroking me to climax.

“Come for me, baby,” he purrs. “Give me more of that sweet honey.”

He picks up the pace, fucking me faster while he rubs my tingling clit in a tight circle.

“Oh god. Oh my god, Sal!” I exclaim, my cunt gushing with another orgasm.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Just like that. Good girl,” Sal whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He leans down over me, cradling my back with one powerful arm. I reach up for him, my hand brushing over the wound on his bicep, but he doesn’t even wince. He kisses me deeply, his cock buried deep inside my pussy, pounding into my g-spot so hard it hurts.

“Open your eyes, Eva,” he hisses. “I want to see the look in your eyes.”

I obey, staring into his handsome face, locking with his dark eyes as he fucks me. Somehow, this is the most intimate part, just gazing at each other while he pounds me into oblivion. His eyes strike deep inside my soul, deeper than his cock, and it gives me a high I have never known before. He kisses me, swallowing my moans as I come again, my pussy clenching and contracting around his swollen shaft.

“Please,” I murmur, licking my lips. “Come inside me, Sal. I want to feel you come in my pussy. I need it. Fill me up.”

That’s all the persuasion he needs. Gripping me tight, resting his forehead against mine, he thrusts into my pussy a few more times and then blows his hot, sticky seed deep inside me.

“Fuck! Eva!” he bellows, diving forward and kissing me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth while he pumps me full of his come. I squeeze him tight, milking every last drop, my body shuddering with desire and exhaustion. We stay like this for a few minutes, both of us breathing raggedly, eyes locked on each other, while the afterglow settles down around us like a warm veil. He kisses me softly, affectionately, cradling my face in his hands like I’m a precious jewel, something he’s afraid to let go of. Afraid to lose.

Finally, he breaks away, his cock sliding out and his come starting to drip from my pussy, mingled with my own juices. Now that it’s over, I feel a rush of embarrassment come over me, confusion at how the hell this even happened. I was a virgin. I hardly know Sal. I’ve just had the most life-changing, mind-blowing experience of my life, and I have no idea how to react to it now that it’s over. Sal hands me a roll of paper towels, helping me up to my feet. I’m wobbly, feeling disoriented and physically spent. There’s a look of silent conflict on his face, too.

Both of us are lost now. Unsure how to proceed.

He steps forward and gently kisses me on the forehead, then grabs me a towel that’s been hanging to dry draped over the back of a chair. “The shower in the bathroom next to your bedroom works well,” he says. “If you want to get cleaned up.”

I nod, biting my lip. “Yes. Um, thank you,” I say, a little awkwardly. Wrapping the towel around myself out of sudden modesty, I hurry out of the kitchen and down the hall, my heart pounding away as I walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

I turn on the shower, my mind racing in a million directions.

What the hell was that? How did this happen? What have we done?

Who is this man and how does he have this effect on me?

Where do we go from here?