Jenny

 

I’d had it generally good through life, but I’d never considered myself as one of those super lucky people where crazy good things fell from the sky and landed straight in my lap. Things like this just didn’t happen to me.

But they were happening, and I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to pinch myself over and over, just to know this was really real.

But it was.

It was ultra-real, realer than real.

The solid bulk of him was undeniable, scissored between my legs as he carried me upstairs. His mouth was indisputable as it pressed to mine, his tongue everything I’d dreamed of as it sought mine out and played hard.

My arms wrapped tight around his shoulders, my body fizzing with excitement and nerves and disbelief that my dirty story fuck-up had delivered the best Christmas of my life.

He headed straight for his bedroom, and my belly flipped at the thought of my snooping in there just a few hours earlier. He dropped me onto the bed and I groaned as he didn’t join me.

My groan turned to a grin as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall.

He was ripped. Manly and toned and hardcore enough to set my pulse into overdrive.

I sucked on my bottom lip as he dropped his suit trousers and pushed his boxers down along with them.

Fuck.

He was bigger than I’d even dared to fantasise. Swollen hard and rippled with veins, with a perfectly proportioned head to crown it off. My poor pussy tensed at the sight of it.

Believe me, I’d watched enough porn to know that this was a beautiful dick.

Praise the fucking Lord.

I was both grinning like a fool and petrified all at once as his fingers stretched around his girth, teasing up and down the length as I stared.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away, wondering just how in hell I was going to take that monster inside me.

I’d break. He’d split me in two and leave me broken.

And I wanted it. Holy hell, how I wanted it.

“Sure you’re ready for this, Miss Morris?” he asked with a half smirk.

My nod was confident. Definite. Desperate.

He dropped onto the bed and stalked me on all fours. I couldn’t stop the jitters as the bulk of his hot naked body covered mine. Despite the little voice in my head screaming that I didn’t have the faintest clue what I was doing, my legs spread and wrapped around him like it was the most natural thing on earth, as though I was born for this, made for this.

Made for him.

He pinned me down and took hold of my wrists, pulling them up over my head where he gripped them both easily in one hand.

My body was a puppet to his as he rolled his hips against mine.

Fuck.

The girth of his hard dick ground against my pussy, back and forth in calculated sweeps that sent me into a dreamy daze. My clit sparked so bright it sent tingles dancing up to my nipples and back again as I struggled for composure.

But he didn’t want composure. Can’t have wanted it.

His thrusts were brutal and demanding, the head of his dick pressed so tight to my clit that I was on the edge in seconds, but I couldn’t let myself go, not this quickly, not like some silly little girl who couldn’t control herself.

“That’s too nice…” I whimpered, and his lips landed hot on my neck.

“We’re barely getting started,” he growled.

He sucked my skin into his mouth and all I could do was moan for him.

My back arched after him when he rose up on his forearms and peppered kisses down my body. His eyes were hungry as they stared up at mine, glittering like icy diamonds as his breath tickled my tits.

My self-consciousness was scorching, my inexperience screaming like a beacon as he flicked his tongue over my nipple.

“Shit,” I hissed, gritting my teeth and grinning like an idiot as he gripped my flesh tight in his fingers. I’d never been blessed with all that much on top, but the groan in his throat as he sucked my tit into his mouth was enough to set me on fire.

It calmed me more than words, more than token reassurances and the silent friendship of a push up bra under my work blouse.

There was no hiding from Mr Hart, and I didn’t want to. I was on display, vulnerable and exposed as his fingers sought out every curve and crevice.

His mouth was hot and his teeth nipped hard enough to make me shudder. His hands were heavy but skilled, the ball of his thumb an absolute wizard as it circled my throbbing clit.

“Tell me what you’ve taken inside you, sweetheart,” he whispered, and I was so embarrassed I could’ve died.

“Nothing,” I told him, hoping he was more interested in my pussy than my stupid red cheeks as he dipped down lower.

“Nothing?” he repeated, and if he was surprised he managed to at least keep a lid on it.

I shook my head. “Maybe a finger when I was messing around. I just didn’t…” I took a breath. “I’ve always been more of a clit girl.”

His laugh was low and dirty. “We’ll see if that’s still the case in the morning.”

I draped an arm across my eyes as he eased my legs apart and splayed the most private parts of me. I was so nervous I could barely breathe, sucking in air at the thought of him seeing everything. Everything.

“Look at me,” he said, and his tone was just like it was in the office. Demanding. Powerful.

Too strong to ignore.

I dragged my arm from my face and dared to stare down at him.

The want in his eyes took the paltry amount of breath I had left.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told me. “Your sweet little cunt is divine, Miss Morris.”

His eyes were still on mine as he swept his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t stop myself squirming as he kissed my pussy like he kissed my mouth. His tongue danced in perfect rhythm, his breath hot and ragged.

When he sucked my clit into his mouth and his lips closed tight I knew I was done for.

My whole body tensed in a heartbeat, my foot jerking up and landing flat on his back, grating up and down as I battled the crazy sensations.

I didn’t win.

I was cursing under my breath, teeth gritted tight as the orgasm boiled over, lost to caring about anything other than the way his mouth ate me alive.

When I came I came hard. Harder than I ever came by myself with a hand down my knickers and my laptop screen open in front of me.

It was noisy. Breathless. Explosive in a way that had me bucking and squirming like a dirty bitch with my fingers twisted in his hair.

I cried out again when he pushed something inside me.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I looked down to see his wrist moving. “How many is that?” I asked like a fool.

His smile said as much as his answer. “One.”

“One?!”

I gave a moan at another stretch. This one hurt. A sharp pain that had me grasping at the bedsheets.

Until it didn’t hurt anymore.

I groaned again as the sensation changed. A pressure, deep, like I needed the toilet but really didn’t.

I really hoped I didn’t.

“Two,” he said, and I knew then taking his dick was going to hurt so bad.

His wrist circled and I felt the twist inside me. I could hear my own wetness, and it felt so dirty my belly flipped.

“We’re going to need to get my cock nice and wet for this sweet little cunt,” he told me, and I loved how his voice dripped with filth.

I’d never listen to him the same way again in the office.

Never.

I was done for.

“Are you going to be a good girl with that pretty mouth of yours?” he asked, and there was that perfect smirk again.

I moaned like a whore as he pulled his fingers free.

My pussy felt empty, even though I’d barely known it filled.

He positioned himself above my face, his hand smoothing my hair so tenderly as he landed his swollen dick against my mouth.

“Open nice and wide,” he grunted, and I did.

He wasn’t gentle as he pushed his cock between my teeth. My cheeks stretched full, throat tightening as he forced his way to the back.

“Good girl,” he praised and my heart soared. “Suck me.”

I tried. I worked so hard to please him that my eyes watered, fighting back the gag reflex with my eyes staring wide up at his.

“So fucking pretty,” he said and thrust in deep.

I battled the retch, but it didn’t stay down easy. When he pulled his dick free he pulled up a load of foamy spit with it. He slicked it all the way over, from the head to his balls, and it made such dirty noises that my hand slipped between my legs.

I felt different down there. Sensitive. Swollen

Amazing.

“I’m spoiled for choice,” he growled and sank his thumb into my open mouth. “So many perfect little holes to choose from.”

But I knew which one I wanted him to fill.

“Fuck me,” I said, and my words came out all the dirtier with his thumb between my teeth. “Please fuck my pussy, Mr Hart.”

I watched his dick pulse, right above my face.

“Dirty girl,” he breathed, and I loved it.

“It’ll hurt,” he warned as he raised himself, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I’m ready,” I told him. “Please, sir, I don’t care, please fuck me.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart,” he said.

Jackson

 

Turning the car around had been the greatest decision of my life.

The girl was perfect. An angel with a dirty soul and a tender little cunt just made for pounding.

Her breaths were shallow, her nervousness addictive. I was pulled by two opposing forces in equal measure, both the need to protect and cherish this delicate creature for all time, and the craving to tear her open wide.

“I’ll take it steady,” I assured her, but her body had other plans.

Her thighs dropped open in invitation, her hips tilted at the perfect angle to welcome me home. Brushing the head of my cock against that glistening little slit was torture, balls tightening at the silky promise of what was waiting inside.

I slipped my tip between her pussy lips and braced myself for restraint.

“We should use something,” I commented, even as my dick strained for entry.

“No, please, not this time,” she whispered, and her arms beckoned me closer. “I want to feel you.”

Crazy or not, I was more than happy to give her what she wanted. I dropped my stomach flat to hers, propping myself on my forearms with her eyes tight on mine. And then I pushed, just a fraction, enough that my dick edged a touch over the threshold.

She flinched, despite her best efforts to mask it with a smile.

“Relax,” I said, and she nodded.

She was wet and so was my cock, enough that my next shunt forward saw the head of me sink inside.

It hurt, I could see it in her eyes.

“Good girl,” I soothed as I claimed more distance.

“Ow, fuck,” she hissed, and I used her exhale to push in deeper. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, nails pinching.

Her cunt was insanely tight. It took all my restraint not to thrust in all the way and break her open in one.

“Still want this?” I checked and she nodded.

“More than anything, Mr Hart,” she said in a soft whisper, and I kissed her on the lips as I circled my hips to ease some leverage. The momentum let me sink that glorious bit deeper.

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “Like that. Fuck, like that.”

I didn’t need telling twice, and how she fucking groaned as her pussy took the best of me.

“Are you in?” she asked, with wide eyes. “Is that all the way?”

Her innocence was adorable. I pressed my lips to hers for a long moment before I shook my head.

“No, sweetheart. That’s not all the way.” I pushed in further to illustrate and it made her cry out.

“Just do it,” she hissed. “All the way, please, do it.”

And so I did, keeping my hips fluid as I thrust my cock all the way home. My balls pressed tight to the soft flesh of her ass, my dick pulsing as she tightened and clamped me so fucking hard.

“That’s it,” I told her. “That’s all the way.”

“Oh God,” she breathed. “I swear I can feel you in my damn stomach.”

“It gets easier,” I promised her, and backed up just a touch as she whimpered.

I fucked her tight hole slowly. So fucking slowly.

My pulse was in my temples as I held back the urge to drive in hard, sliding out all the way and claiming her right back again with a gentleness I wasn’t accustomed to.

“I dreamed of this,” she told me. “I dreamed of this so many times.”

“I hope it’s living up to your expectations.”

Her smile told me everything. “It’s better,” she said. “If a little more ouchy than I anticipated.”

“How about now?” I asked, and rocked my hips to a different angle.

She sucked in breath. “Yeah… that’s um…” I tipped further back and she groaned. “Yeah, that’s not so ouchy… that’s uh…”

I kept going, slow but steady, loosening up that sweet little pussy with every fucking motion.

Until I had her. I knew without doubt that I had her.

Her cunt was still like a vice but her body was moving to my beat. Her hips loosened under mine, her calves hooking my thighs and urging me on, and my restraint crumbled and fell, the need to consume her too fucking primal to ignore.

I fucked that pussy in long deep thrusts, my forehead pressed to hers as she groaned and wriggled.

“Take it,” I grunted. “Take it like a good little girl.”

And she did. She took everything.

“I love it,” she mewled. “It feels…”

“Perfect,” I finished. “It feels fucking perfect.”

“More,” she said. “Please, harder.”

I was eager to fucking oblige.

I raised her legs up and over my shoulders, and her eyes widened like saucers as I pushed in deep.

“Fuck!” she yelped, but she gritted her teeth and bounced back at me for more.

“Happy fucking Christmas,” I said and slipped my fingers behind her neck for more leverage. “I’m gonna fuck you through every single one of your fucking fantasies,” I told her. “Every single one.”

She shook her head and her eyes sparkled with filth. “I’ve got too many,” she said. “A million more for every one I’ve written so far.”

“Challenge accepted,” I told her.

“Kiss me, Mr Hart, sir,” she hissed, and I forced her knees tight to her shoulders to crush my open mouth to hers.

She was mine. Pinned tight and fucked raw, her body sore and open and craving for more.

I knew then that I was fucked. Harder than she was. Fucked to my soul, because I’d never get enough of this girl and her perfect little body and her dirty little smile.

She cried out as I pulled out all the way, her body eager to yield as I flipped her onto her front and yanked her hips back to greet mine.

I snaked my fingers underneath her and struck up rhythm against her clit, hoping it disguised the pain as I forced my way all the way back in from behind.

I leaned forward and nipped at the back of her neck, her messy bun bouncing on her head as I fucked her deep.

Her shoulders were clammy with sweat, her skin salty against my tongue. She shivered as I kissed the top of her spine, groaning as her body matched my rhythm.

“Tell me to stop,” I grunted. “Tell me to pull out before I come.”

“Don’t stop,” she squeaked. “Please, Mr Hart. Please don’t stop.”

And I didn’t.

I didn’t stop as my balls tightened and my dick pulsed so hard I saw white behind my eyes. I didn’t stop as she whimpered and begged for more.

Didn’t stop as my cock jerked with every thrust and I emptied my balls inside her.

Didn’t stop as we became one slick, rampant rhythm.

Coming that deep inside her glorious virgin cunt was insanity, but I was happily fucking crazy. Delirious, in fact.

The words on her laptop swirled through my senses as I filled her pussy with everything I had to give.

I collapsed onto her back as I caught my breath, my dick still twitching deep as she stilled underneath me.

“Oh my God,” she said between breaths. “That was crazy.”

“Crazy good, I hope,” I whispered, landing my smile to her cheek.

“Crazy brilliant,” she giggled, and turned her face to mine.

Her face was glowing, eyes twinkling with devilment as she blew a stray wisp of hair from her eyes.

I warned her I was pulling out before I did it, and she grimaced one last time as her poor little pussy spluttered and fluttered and let me go.

I ran a finger up her sopping wet slit, loving the way my cum dribbled out of her so filthily.

It made me feel strangely animalistic. Possessive in a way I was unfamiliar with.

Insanity or not, I was already craving to fill her up all over again.

“Was I okay?” she asked, and I saw the flash of nerves behind her smile.

“You were perfect,” I assured her, and she sighed in relief.

It felt beautifully natural to drop to the mattress and pull her into my arms. Her face felt made to rest against my chest, her hair soft and silky against my chin as her legs twisted around mine.

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” she giggled, stating quite the obvious.

“You most certainly are not, no.”

“I like it,” she said.

“Just as well,” I told her, “since we’re a long way from morning.”

She propped herself up enough to face me. “We are?”

I answered her with a kiss, and by the time her sweet little tongue was dancing with mine, my dick was already hard again.