There’s no way my cock could get any harder.

I’ve got one arm around her slender, gorgeous little waist, the other around her shoulders. I keep my face buried in her shoulder and chest as I thrust hard from the hips, jerking her against the wall.

I grip her between my arms hard, so hard that she bends and gasps. Her pussy is drenched, just dripping for me, and—despite whatever it is her head is thinking—her body wants this. It’s like her pussy lips and deep clenching muscles are inviting me in, begging to be pounded and slammed by my hardness.

My bent legs are starting to ache along the back from being half-bent and holding her weight. I don’t give a fuck.

I bring both hands to her waist and lean back so I can get an even harder thrust. Her eyes are half closed, head swaying against the wall as I fuck her.

When she whispered, so sweetly, that she had never been with a man before, I almost blew my stack right there. Everything so far had been a tease—sparks meant to inflame her desire.

I wanted her to choose me of her own will. I didn’t want to force her. I wanted her to give.

Only then did I take her.

“Ali,” I groan, slamming my hips against her, thrusting upwards hard, and straightening my legs to force myself in as far as I will go.

She grabs my shoulders and writhes, making small cries. I let her slide gently down the wall as I bend my knees again, my hot, hard cock drawing out of her easily.

She looks at me, eyes fluttering. “W-why did you stop?”

I step back. “Would you take off the bra for me?” I run my hand over her tits, just lightly. Loving the warm, damp skin and the soft touch of the lace on top.

She takes a small step forward, loosening the blouse from her shoulders and letting it slide down her arms. She reaches behind, and I see the cups go loose. She lets the bra drop.

Her tits are much bigger than I thought they would be. Perfectly white and round, with strawberry pink nipples. Nipples that are puckered and hard.

I lean down, using my hands to push them up into my mouth, trying to ravage both at once. One hand slips down into her wet pussy, fingers sliding between clit and cunt.

It just doesn’t get any better than this.

Or maybe it does.

“Put it in me again. Jaxon, please! It’s like I’m hurting inside.”

I can’t help it—I laugh, nipples sliding out of my mouth. I look into her eyes, and they are blank with desire.

I pull her towards me, turning so I can push her to the armchair in the center of the room. She throws her hands out and grabs it to hold herself up.

Leaving her gorgeous ass up and exposed, exactly as I hoped. I stroke her hips, lightly, as I run the skirt up around her waist.

I push my cock against her wet pussy, not putting it in, just teasing her opening with the head. I do this a couple of times until she cries out, clawing at the chair, rocking her hips.

“Put it in, Jaxon! Please!” She’s really gasping and crying now, hips twisting from side to side.

I grab her hips and slide my cock into her tight, virgin hole.

Oh, the thought that I am the first. The only.

This. Is. Mine!

I watch as I slide my cock in—slowly, watching the hardness of me pushing apart those soft wet lips. I slide in all the way until I can go no further, and then I hold the position.

She starts to squirm, trying to relieve the pressure of my cock so deep in her and the burning desire of her outer lips, always hungry for more friction.

I keep her pinned against the chair, as hard as I can.

“Say I’m the first.”

“Huh?” she moans in response.

I jerk my hips hard against her, feeling my cock grinding against the end of her cunt. “Say I’m the first.”

She moans, letting out small cries as she twists her hips. “You’re the first! I swear!”

I rock back, giving her release, then slam back in again.

“Say I’m the only.”

“You’re my first! My only! Jaxon, please!”

I stretch my head back, feeling trickles of pleasure running through my body. An emotional release, while my cock is hard and high, deep inside her.

I grab her hips, thrusting hard, long and fast. I feel her pussy shivering from deep inside, getting wetter as her muscles clutch at me. Every deep, shuddering tremble brings cries of delight and surprise as she claws at the arm chair, legs opening wider to let me in.

I slow down, enjoying the long strokes.

She’s whimpering. I don’t want to finish like this. I slide out and stand up, pulling her with me and turning her around.

Her mouth is deep red, her eyes watery, cheeks flushed. Her hair drifts around her like it has a life of its own.

“I want to look in your eyes while I come.”

She nods, seeming to understand. I swing the armchair around and fall into it, pulling the jumpsuit off my upper body. Her eyes roam over my hard muscles, one hand to her mouth as she looks over me, eyes finally resting on my cock.

She stares at it, coming closer. I hold it up for her from the base, hard and pointing at the ceiling. Some men wish for length. Others for width.

What the fuck should I care, when god gave me both?

She stares are my cock, reaching out hesitantly.

“Suck on it,” I whisper, like we’re two virgins hiding under the bleachers.

She looks up at me, cheeky smile flashing across her face. She leans forward and gently rolls her tongue across the head. Sampling it. Taking it into her mouth, just an inch.

“It’s so big!” she exclaims. “I can’t fit it in.”

“I’ll help you.” My voice is catching in my throat. Dear god, does she have any idea how hot she is?

She puts her lips around the end, sucking uncertainly, rubbing her tongue along the base of the shaft. I put one hand on the back of her head, fingers sliding in her hair, and push her head down, thrusting my hips up.

Once. Twice. Third time, really deep, hold her there for a second, then let her go.

She comes up gasping, gagging for air. Eyes watering. She gives me a hurt, pouty look that makes me want to shove it back down her throat.

“I…I don’t know about that.”

“Sorry, baby,” I whisper, reaching out a hand. “I forgot how inexperienced you were. You have plenty of time to learn.”

Yes, I feel a sick twist of dominance over that. It’s a very special elixir, running through my bones.

She nods, looking back at my cock.

“Just climb on. You can still feel it…throbbing, right up in your pussy, can’t you?”

She nods.

“That means we’re not done, honey. Climb on.”

She puts her hands on the arms, sliding up one knee, then the other. She pulls up her skirt as she lowers herself.

I reach down and direct my cock, feeling how wet and slippery she is. She grips the back of the armchair as she slowly impales herself.

“Oh-o-oh!” She closes her eyes as she presses her body against mine, cock all the way in.

I feel her pussy start clenching and shuddering again, and she trembles from the core outward. Her head is still thrown up, eyes closed, as she begins to rise up and down. Faster.

“Hey,” I try to get her attention.

She keeps her eyes closed, head up, as she focuses on the sensation of my cock and the delicious friction inside. I’m getting closer.

“Hey!” I snap, forcing her to look at me. I grab her hips as she stops, eyes wide.

“I told you. I want to see your eyes.”

She looks right at me, a flash of uncertainty across her features. She kind of flops in my lap, eyes fixed on mine like a deer in headlights.

“Good,” I whisper, one arm around her hips. The other hand snakes between us, thumb pressing against her clit as I look her deep in the eyes, and start thrusting with my hips.

She sits still, letting me control the motion as I force the friction in between my arm and hips, rubbing her clit. She gasps, grabbing my shoulders, as her clit quakes and her deep insides spasm.

“Yes,” I growl as I fuck her, holding her tight with my arm, rocking my hips into hers, fiercely rubbing her clit.

“Yes, come for me. Come for me, Ali, come!”

I thrust into her so hard, I almost throw us off the chair as her arms grip my shoulders and she trembles all over, hips going loose, goosebumps appearing up her spine and down her arms and legs. My cock is pumping deep inside her, mixing our juices, joining us as one being.

She collapses against me, arms loosely around my shoulders.

“Jaxon. Oh, Jaxon. I…you’re incredible.”

I pull her tight against me, crushing her sweet weight into my chest, smiling wide at the words she almost said. The time for that will come. Even still…

She’s mine.