Jason

 

 

 

She's about to claim control of the situation again, but I don't let her. When I ram into her, it's not in the calm, daunting way that I prefer when taking a girl for the first time, but it's brutal and swift, with no regard to any pain I may cause her. I wanted to warn her of my size and give her time to get used to it, but she didn't let me. She begged and danced, swinging her ass, painted in red stripes from my hand, and leaned back into me, asking for more than I thought she could handle.

I gave her everything, more than I had planned. I didn't expect her to be this responsive to her very first spanking, so thankful, so eager for more. I expected to hear her say her safe word at any moment, but it didn't appear as if she ever considered it.

Instead, she asked for more. Literally. Her entire demeanor begged for more, and then, as if I couldn't be sure of it already, she also verbalized it, yelling, egging me on.

There's a little crazy in her, something I didn't expect.

I fuck her. Hard. She's frantically holding on to the backrest of the sofa, her knuckles turning white as her fingers dig into the fabric, while I piston in and out of her, my pelvis meeting her tortured skin with every brute shove I grant her. Each thrust is accompanied by one of her hungry moans, and when I lift her hips, she hollows her back even more, changing the angle and allowing for me to fuck her even deeper.

It must hurt. I know it must. My size has been too much for many if not most girls before. Some even refused to go any further once they'd seen the monster I hide inside my pants.

But she's too far gone to care.

She's riding my cock like no one ever has before, her moans turning into desperate criesas she takes me in. I'm close, so close, but I fight the urge to come, because I know it would set an end to the extraordinary spectacle before me. That beautiful, somewhat mysterious girl, exotic in her own way, strange, quirky, and so ready for what I'm giving her. It's as if she's been waiting for this, for me, for years.

Her walls are tight around me, but she's so fucking wet that I glide in and out with ease, stretching her tense core with every violent thrust, as she loses herself in another cloud of ecstasy.

"Come," I hiss in between shoves. "Come on my cock, little girl."

She groans, and I don't know if her head is bobbing back and forth because she's trying to nod, or if I'm causing it by my brute pistoning. She holds on to the backrest with one hand, while the other travels between her legs. I can feel the tip of her fingers playing against my balls as I fuck her. She begins massaging her clit, and it feeds a fire in me I don't yet want to ignite.

I don't want to come before I feel her climaxing around my length. I'm sure I'll join her as soon as that happens, and my suspicion is proven right just a few moments later when I feel her tensing up beneath me. Her entire body stiffens for a split second, before she finds her release with a harrowing cry. I can feel her muscles clenching around my shaft, and it sends me over the edge in an instant, unleashing a monster that knows no regard for anything but sheer pleasure. I thrust forward one last time, my cock balls-deep inside her, when I'm hit by the same tremors that have befallen her.

My eyesight is afflicted by blinding hot light, a burst of energy so strong that it almost robs me of my consciousness for a moment. My balance falters as soon as the strongest waves wash over me, leaving behind a shaking mess of a man, one who has trouble finding his bearings. I pull out of her much sooner than I would have liked, but I'm left with no choice because my ringing head is of no help keeping me afloat. I don't want to collapse on top of her and rob her of her own post-orgasmic bliss.

Instead, I slump down next to her, resting my head against the backrest while the rest of my body sinks bonelessly into the cushions. I'm completely drained. Complete, utter exhaustion consumes me, and I can barely manage a covert glance over to her as she sinks down next to me. She has her back turned to me, still holding onto the backrest of the sofa with one hand, the other flopped in her lap.

We're both panting as if we'd just run a marathon, and she's leaning against the cushions as equally depleted as I am. I wish I could see her face, her blue eyes, her flushed cheeks. If I get to fuck her again, I will make sure that I can look into those hauntingly beautiful eyes while she's in the midst of bliss. I'm almost angry at myself for missing it this time.

"You're... you're....," she utters between breaths. Her back remains to me and her face stays lowered, completely obscured from my view, as I wait for her to finish her sentence. It takes a few more moments, before she concludes, "Huge. You're huge."

I cover my eyes with my forearm and start laughing. I didn't expect that to be her first assessment of what just transpired between us.

"I'm sorry," I say, still chuckling. "I should have warned you."

Now she's the one laughing. I straighten up and look at her turning laboriously around to face me. Her face is flushed and what little make-up she wore is now smeared around her piercing blue eyes. The way she grimaces as she moves her body tells me that the spanking will not be forgotten for a while.

"Warned me?" she asks, her eyes darting between my face and my crotch. "It wouldn't have changed anything."

"You would have been prepared."

"Like you were?" she asks, winking at me. She points at the condom that is still wrapped around my length. "Did you just happen to be carrying this with you?"

"It's always good to be prepared," I say. "Especially when a pretty girl asks you to stay over her house."

She huffs.

I watch as she gets up and walks over to the other side of the room to fetch a blanket. The stripes on her back are darkening, and I'm sure some of them will turn purple and blue soon enough, but my assault didn't draw blood. She casts a quick glance over at the concealed cage.

"I'm surprised we didn't wake Risu," she says, spreading the blanket across both of us after she sits down next to me.

"Would you have wanted it to join in?" I jokingly ask.

"Her," she corrects me, and her face contorts in disgust. "And eww, no."

"Just asking. I hear Europeans are into some weird shit."

She laughs. "Don't believe everything you read on the internet."

A few moments of awkward silence pass between us, during which my eyes wander over to the window. It's pitch-black outside, but I can still see the outline of heavy snowflakes dancing in the glow of soft light in front of the glass. Judging from that and the sounds the wind is making as it travels around the outside of the house, it's safe to assume that it’s still a blizzard out there. While I hate being trapped like this, I certainly don't mind the circumstances under which it is happening. It only means I can enjoy more of her.

If she lets me, I will be buried deep inside this girl over and over again for as long as I'm forced to stay here.