Grant Carter looked sexier without clothes than with them. Not like I was too surprised. He had hidden tattoos you wouldn’t have seen unless his shirt was off. He must’ve been a chest of secrets.
Like I was, too?
Grant took his time sinking down into my pussy. Wow, I finally got to have my cherry popped. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would either. A little pinch, anyone could survive that. Now he said it was just fun and games from here on out. And I was beginning to believe him.
His cock felt fantastic inside me, I gripped him so hard that I could feel every ridge, bump, and crook of his cock.
He began a slow rhythm and I cursed him for it.
“God, it feels so good, harder. Go faster,” I demanded, grabbing his broad strong shoulders. Those things felt like metal.
“You’re gonna be sore after this,” he warned, smirking. He knew damn well he wanted to drive that cock of his three feet deep into me. My core was burning for more of him; there were no thoughts or consciousness at this point. All that was on my mind was his cock.
“I don’t care,” I growled.
This new swirl of sensations had me hopelessly dangling on the edge. I was greedy as a slut for more. The pleasure from his cock slamming into me made every sense heightened, and my nipples hard as a diamond.
He cocked an eyebrow and chuckled.
“You asked for it.”
His thrusts became more brutal, visceral and primal in nature.
I met each and every one of his thrusts with a death tight grip to his cock. This wasn’t just sex, it was a fight.
A war.
Who would do it better? Was there even a winner? At the end of it all, we’d both cum.
“Damn your pussy feels inescapable,” Grant said, pumping inside me. All I could think was how his seed would feel, shooting inside me…
“G-Grant! I think—I think I’m coming!” I said through gasps. I nearly choked on my own breath as the sensations rushed all the way through my body and particularly gathered at the nerve endings in my pussy.
“Fuck!” he grunted, slamming into me again and holding his position.
He slapped my ass, spanking it, saying, “You’re such a bad girl, letting me have your way with you. Letting me take you and claim you and do what I want to you.”
“Yes!” I called out. “Take me. Claim me.”
He grabbed my ass and spread my pussy lips even further apart as he continued to thrust in and out of me. This was even better than I’d imagined when I was at home, lonely, and thinking about him while touching myself.
I didn’t want to go back to that life without him in it. I wanted him to spread me open and stick his huge cock in me and fuck me over and over, always. I wanted him to fill me up and stuff me full of his hard dick.
I began to feel the rise of another orgasm as he played with my clit while he fucked me. Then I felt his cock pulsing and throbbing inside me. As I came, I realized he was coming, too.
A new feeling flooded me. Literally. His seed had injected itself deep within me. It felt amazingly powerful, to just let myself go and let him shoot his cum into my willing pussy. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could get me pregnant during the very first damn time I’d ever had sex.
It was warm, odd, and sexually satisfying. He had really claimed me. Even if this was just a contract, I felt like I belonged to him.
Heh. I wasn’t that stupid though. Temporary euphoria, they called it?
Yeah, that was what this was. And temporary was the key word.
My body was a shaking, sweaty mess. Grant stuck his fingers into my pussy one more time and spread my pussy lips open wide.
“I put a nice looking creampie in you,” he said, sounding pleased with himself, as he should be, because he just rocked my world. “Let’s hope I put a baby in you, too.”
“Let’s hope,” I agreed.
Then Grant, being the invincible man he was, scooped up my lifeless body and shoveled it into the bed properly.
“How was your first go?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I answered honestly, feeling as if I could fall into a deep sleep.
And it really had been. It was something a girl could get used to. Except not this girl. I wouldn’t.
It was only about sex, I reminded myself. Sure, it felt as if I could give in and have something more with him, but that was foolish thinking.
Men, sex was what they wanted. All they wanted. Well, that and offspring, apparently. An heir to their fortune. I would have to remember that nothing good could come from wanting anything more than exactly what I’d signed on the dotted line to deliver: Grant’s baby.