CHAPTER ELEVEN
Evie
I couldn’t believe I was acting like such a slut. I’m a virgin but somehow Stone made me act like a whore, like I was an experienced woman ready to put it all out … and then some.
Because he’d just sucked a grape out of my pussy and you know what? I wanted more. I didn’t even hesitate, I couldn’t wait. While the big man was still chewing, swallowing the small piece of fruit, I dropped to my hands and knees on the air mattress and shook my kitty at him, baiting him, teasing him.
“Come and get it” I murmured coyly, batting my lashes.
And the big male just shook his head.
“Fuck, you wanna do it animal style your first time?” he growled. “It’ll be easier missionary, I can go slow.”
But that’s not what I was lusting for. I didn’t want some slow slide, the slow creep of a penis into my vaginal channel. I needed dick NOW and was desperate to get it, to be fucked for the first time.
So I flirted and winked, doing my best to drive him over the edge.
“Please,” I breathed, wiggling my kitty at him again. “Please, Mr. Phillips.”
And the big man groaned, dark slashes of color across his cheeks, chest and abs tight, those thick thighs bulging as he knelt in back of me. Moaning, I dropped my head like a flower too heavy on the stalk. His hand ran through my folds once more and finding them dripping, growled with satisfaction.
“Now little girl,” he husked, his massive form behind me, still, tense, and oh so aroused. “I’m gonna put my dick right here,” he said, placing his glans against my sweet, hot hole, “and I want you to fuck yourself back onto me. Show me how much you want it.”
And I whined desperately. I’d been hoping that Stone would drive it into me with one deep push, that he’d embed himself in two seconds flat but evidently my torturer had different ideas. A big hand ran down my back, caressing the sinuous S before squeezing my rump.
“That’s right,” he rasped. “I want to see how desperate a virgin can be. I want you to fuck me.”
And I was too distracted to even care anymore. With a wriggle of my hips, I drove backwards, catching him in my hole one inch, then two. It felt so good, my pussy lips splitting over the hard man meat, sucking him in, my first taste of dick.
“Ahhh!” I screamed. “Fuck!”
“That’s right,” he rasped in back of me, hands gripping my hips. “Show me how much you want it Evie.”
And with another wriggle, I fucked back again, this time scooting my pussy a few more inches up his dick, my sweet flesh wrapped around that cock like a hungry kitty, greedy, eager.
“I need it, I need it,” I panted.
And the big man soothed me.
“I know you do,” he murmured. “But we’re at the hard part now. Can you do it, little girl? Can you?”
Because I’d felt the vibrations too. On the last backwards thrust, his dick had come up against my internal barrier, I’d felt his penis touch something deep inside, rubbery with a little give. So the moment had finally come. It was time for me to break my hymen.
And gathering my courage, I scrunched up my eyes and concentrated. With a deep inhale and short scream, I lunged backwards, pushing my ass back, almost coming off my knees in my desperation to get fucked. And it worked. With a scream and a tear, my hymen broke, the proof of my virginity gone, the bane of my existence disappeared.
And it felt so good, so incredibly full, so satisfying to have a dick inside, to finally, finally, feel what women all over the world creamed for. I panted, almost crying, my eyes literally filling with tears as my body adjusted, the relief overwhelming even as Stone shifted within me, making my breath catch again.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned gutturally. “I’ve never seen something so beautiful. Your ass baby, your pussy, they’re just so good.”
And with that, he took over. Leaning over to drop a kiss on my shoulder, he whispered in my ear.
“Are you ready little girl? Ready for the ride of your life?”
And without waiting for an answer, he began to rock. Gently at first, slowly, aware that my flesh was new, my pussy had never been touched this deep before. It was sensational, the slow slide of his dick in and out.
But it wasn’t enough, wasn’t anywhere near enough so wordlessly, I squeezed my internal muscles while humping my butt back again slightly, silently begging for more.
And the big man chuckled deep in his throat, knowing exactly what I was asking for. He braced one massive hand on the mattress and grabbed a breast with the other.
“Little girl, I’m about to fuck you good,” he rasped, twirling the nipple with big fingers.
And true to his word, the rhythm began. Stone pulled back, then pushed in before pulling back again, making my pussy churn, my insides tremble, touching me so deep that shivers ran up my spine, my cunt dripping wildly, wet and hungry. And the sweet slide was so amazing, so incredible, that I didn’t last long. After a minute or two of his ministrations, I was done for, too new and nubile to be able to control my excitement.
So with a scream and a long “Fuuuuuck!” I came, my pussy clamping hard on his dick inside, spasming again and again on the hot rod, my whole body clenching, my spine snapping backwards, the sensation was so fierce, so intense. “Shit!” I screamed.
And the additional friction must have gotten to him as well because with a mighty roar, Stone unleashed in me, his balls pulling high and spurting, lash after lash of hot white shooting up my channel as his dick jerked and kicked wildly inside.
“Ahhhhh,” he roared, those massive muscles pinning me to his hard form, my soft body clenching and unclenching, boobs shivering and shaking as we rode our release, my pussy milking him for more, more, more.
And finally, we collapsed, our limbs tangled, covered in a slight sheen of sweat. Stone was huge and heavy, pressing me into the air mattress, so dominant, so sexy that I could hardly catch my breath. But evidently Mr. Phillips still had his sense of humor after a massive orgasm because a big hand slipped between us to nuzzle at my folds, parting that soft flesh even though his dick was still buried deep inside. With a swift pinch, he tickled my clit, making me shriek again, the sensation so dirty, tingles running through my body, my cunt welling up again with lust.
And the big man laughed.
“You know what I love about you baby?” he whispered against my relaxed form, that huge body pressing me into the mattress. “You have something called ‘dog.’”
And I turned to stare at him over my shoulder. Had he really just taken my virginity, no, forced me to take my own virginity, and then called me a dog? My brows lowered and I got ready to scream.