Her juices drenched my fingers immediately the moment I touched her pussy. I groaned, going harder at the thought that I’d made her so wet like this.

My fingers eagerly explored her creamy folds. Christ, so fucking lush, so fucking soft my mouth watered. The sweet moans coming from her lips fueled my lust. I’d bet she was as sweet to the taste, as honeyed as the feverish words tumbling from her lips.

The combination of her wetness and her sweet moans pumped more blood into my cock. I could feel it pulsing in cadence with the rapid beating of my heart.

My fingers rimmed her opening using her abundant cream. I was temped to sink my digits in her little hole. Would she be tight? How tight could a virgin get? But I resisted the urge. I wanted my cock to do the honors of finding out.

Jesus, I’d never been so excited like this. I felt like a teenager discovering new ways to fuck.

I hoped I could last long though. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this hard. I hurt so fucking good. I couldn’t wait to stretch and pound her with this monster, feel her wet heat wrapped tightly around my cock.

I lifted her in my arms and walked toward my bedroom.

“Open, “ I said.

The glass doors dividing the pool area and my bedroom opened.

I padded straight to the bed and dropped her there. I climbed in and covered her body with mine.

I was big. She was small. I felt like a wild beast about to savage an innocent lamb.

I grabbed her boobs with my palms, squeezing them together. They fit perfectly in my hands, full and firm. My cock would fit perfectly between them, too. I could imagine my thick shaft sawing through this soft valley. Fuck, later! I’d do that later. I’d squirt my load in her face if I did that now, so fucking hard I was.

“These are so pretty, princess…”

I licked the twin globes, marking her with my saliva. She smelled so fucking good. My lips closed around her pink nipple, sucking greedily. I groaned. My babies would be sucking these, too.

There was that fucking thought again, but it only made me harder.

She writhed under me, loving it. “Josh, oh Josh!”

I sucked her nipples until I couldn’t stand the temptation of her pussy.

I pushed her legs up and wide, opening her for my inspection. I wanted to see what I was getting.

Christ!

She was soaked, glistening with her cream, her pretty little slit inviting to be savaged by my cock.

I nearly lost it. I grabbed my dick and squeezed the base hard, clenching my groin to stop the flood of my cum from going off before I could even fuck her properly. I was leaking profusely, dripping onto the sheets. But I wanted to look at her first. I won’t miss this for the world.

Her pussy up close was the stuff of my most perverted dreams, shaved except for a strip on top of her mound. It was smooth, pink and luscious as a newly bloomed flower, waiting to be corrupted.

My lips met her dripping cunt.

I groaned out loud. Her scent and taste assaulted me at the same time. She tasted fresh and sweet, smelled heady, packed with enough pheromones to blow my mind away. It could easily make me blow my load too, if I lingered longer, but I couldn’t help it. I opened her pussy lips wider and tasted her thoroughly. God, she was incredibly delicious!

“This pussy…so sweet, baby…so fucking good…uhmmm…”

She was panting, making these sexy feline-like noises, uttering incoherent words, her fingers gripping fistfuls of my hair.

I ate her like I’d never tasted pussy before. I licked her clit, pushing it out of its hood, circling it over and over with my tongue. Jesus, this little button looked so fucking pretty. I sucked it like I knew best and I was rewarded by her sweet cries of approval.

Then she was pushing my face away.

“Oh God, oh God, stop, stop, stop…!”

I looked at her. Her face was flushed, her eyes dazed, confused.

“You don’t want me to stop, baby. You’re so wet I can bathe in this pussy.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can come—“

I grinned. “You wanna bet?”

“Just…just be done with it, will you? Don’t mind me.”

I licked her from her ass hole to her clit. She shouted. “Oh my God!”

I did it again and again until she was sobbing.

“You still want me to stop?”

She shook her head vehemently

The challenge of making her come became my singular goal at that moment. I was going to takeover this fucking pussy, make it my slave. It would respond to my touch alone from now on.

I attacked her clit again, concentrating on it, giving it a steady rhythm. Her scent and taste drove me wilder. Her juices flowed on my tongue, coated my lower face. I was ravenous for her cream. This delicious little thing was mine. Mine.

Mine!

She screamed, coming on my face, her pelvis pumping uncontrollably as her clit pulsed against my tongue. I pressed my lips harder against her clenching flesh, wanting to feel every throb of her pleasure.

Her orgasm was the sweetest nectar that ever flowed on my tongue.

Before she could come down from her high, I positioned my body to take her. Make her completely mine.

I was breathing hard, my heart kicking at my ribcage like a wild bronco. My balls felt too heavy, filled with too much cum raring to unload. And my cock, oh fuck, my cock looked red and furious, the veins sticking out, the skin stretched tautly around my thick shaft. I’d never compared my cock to anything but hot damn, right now it was the fucking Excalibur Tower standing proud.

Rubber, motherfucker!

She’s on the fucking pill.

You actually take her word for it, idiot?

But I was too far gone. The rubber stashed at the side table was a million miles away while I was seconds away from heaven.

It was no contest.

Holding my shaft, I glided it over her wet center. A feral groan rumbled from my throat at the exquisite contact. So fucking soft. She felt unbelievable!

My balls were drawn so tightly it was painful now. I massaged her cleft with my cock head until she was writhing under me again, begging to come a second time.

The sight before me was a juvenile fantasy. A siren lying beneath me, legs wide open, wet pussy waiting, big tits bouncing as she undulated her hips so that her pussy would rub harder against my cock. Her juices had made my shaft all shiny.

“Josh, please…Please!”

She was so primed and ready, asking for it so badly, wanting it like I did. I kissed her lips as my cock found her opening.

Her dripping cunt was waiting for me to fuck. I’d rip it open. Stretch it wide and fuck it hard. The Neanderthal in me was driven to madness.

I rammed her hard.

She went rigid under me, making a squeaking sound.

“Oh my fucking Gahhh…!” I groaned harshly.

My cock head popped in from the force of my thrust. I gasped at the incredible tightness that greeted my entry, strangling my cock.

Fuck, but it was true! I’d never had anything like this before. I knew the difference right away.

She was squirming under me, breathing heavily. I looked at her face and saw her tears, pain marring her beautiful features.

She was telling the truth. She was untouched.

Until now.

Yeah, this must be hurting her. I felt the tight pressure, too, but I reckoned it couldn’t be avoided the first time. But fuck, this felt fucking awesome! A virgin pussy!

I was an animal for feeling joy at her obvious pain. And I still had to go past that tight ring of flesh preventing me from going all the way in.

“Josh…!” she keened.

I framed her face with my hands and willed my body to hold still, even if I felt like I was going to expire if I didn’t move soon.

“Are you all right, princess?”

Her eyes searched mine, silently asking.

“I believe you,” I said, gently. “I believe you, baby.”

She smiled, her tears falling.

“You feel so good, Cressy. I’ve never felt it this good.”

“Oh, Josh, you feel so good, too.”

I winced. “Liar. I’m hurting you.”

“But I know you’ll make it feel all right.”

Sure, if I could last long enough to get her off a second time.

“I’m not even halfway.”

“I wanna feel you all the way. I want you inside me.”

I was glad she wasn’t being a crybaby, because I was going to go mad if I didn’t come any second now.

“I want to come so badly, baby.”

Her arms tightened around me. “Then come to me.”

“It will hurt more.”

Her legs wrapped around my hips. “I’m sure I can take you, Joshua Landis.”

That was probably the sexiest thing I’d heard in a while.

My fingers played with her clit again to distract her from the pain. Then I hooked her legs over my arms, wrapping my hands around her curvy hips. I didn’t want to prolong her agony and mine.

“I don’t think I can last long once I’m inside you, princess. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

She framed my face with her hands, a dreamy smile on her face. “I know you will.”

“You’re mine.” The possessiveness I felt at that moment shook me to the core. I stared in her eyes, feeling a part of me open. I didn’t know what it was. I was just opening up like never before.

“I’m yours. Take me.”

With a mighty thrust, I claimed her virginity.

She screamed and I took in the sweet sound like a fucking grand championship trophy.

“Cressy…God…!”

I squeezed my eyes tightly at the heart-stopping pleasure of finally being sheathed in her virgin pussy.

So hot. So wet. So fucking tight!

Nobody had been here before. Just me. Nobody had ever experienced her tightness before. Just me.

My self-control snapped. I held her hips in a vise grip and rode her as my body demanded.

Hard.

Fast.

Deep.

I was panting like an animal, breathing like I was drawing my last breath, pounding her depths, carving the length and thickness of my cock inside her. This was all the cock she’d ever get, my mind screamed in pure possessiveness.

Just my cock. Mine! My cock alone!

I looked between us, saw her sweet pussy stretched tautly around my surging hard-on, her juices no longer white but pinkish.

Her virgin’s blood coated my cock.

“Cressy…baby, you’re so fucking mine…Mine alone!”

I couldn’t stop the flood of my lust from rushing out of me like my very life depended on it. Her cries of pain were lost in the euphoria of my need. I just wanted to explode inside this paradise and lose myself completely.

Long years of habit managed to wave the red flag in my head at the last moment.

Pull out. Pull the fuck out!

But I ignored it for the first time. I crashed past it like a bullet train.

“Take me, baby. Take all of me. Take my cum. I’m gonna give you all my cum, baby girl…!”

I was bareback inside a woman’s body, my seed about to blow inside her, and the thought of making her pregnant shot through my head again with the blinding force of my impending release.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck and came like I never did before, groaning harshly, my cum blasting inside her freely, and all I could think about as I was swept away into blessed oblivion by the most satisfying orgasm I’d ever had was, I wanted more!

Fuck, I had to have more!

She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in the morning when I opened my eyes.

Cressida.

She was lying on her stomach, her face toward me, her blond hair spilling all over the pillows, some silky strands kissing my shoulder.

I stared at her serene face for a minute as my mind did a rewind of last night. The pressure in my groin intensified. I was hard, but there was something else about my morning wood today.

I wanted her. I wanted to release this inside her again. And I wanted to take her in broad daylight this time around.

I sighed. As if she could take another pounding after I’d ripped her open last night. Her pussy had bled and I had to clean her up with warm water. It took me a while to sleep from the guilt of not believing her at first.

I wasn’t gentle when I took her. I took pleasure in claiming her cherry. I had an excuse that I couldn’t avoid hurting her one way or another. But only an animal would touch a fresh wound for his selfish pleasure.

I sighed again and glanced at the bedside clock. I shook my head. I was a morning person but I overslept for the first time in years.

I carefully left the bed.

I had to think away from her.

I opened my eyes to a strange room. It was huge, very sophisticated-looking, glass-walled on three sides. It had a full view of the ocean.

I smiled, remembering where I was. This was Josh’s bedroom.

I slowly sat up, wincing as my muscles protested. I felt tender in some places, bruised in my most private parts.

It was so quiet. I knew he was not in the room.

I glanced at the side table to see the time. A piece of paper lay there with his handwriting.

“Morning, princess. Meet me at the greenhouse for breakfast.”

I smiled. This ‘princess’ thing was kind of growing on me.

I left the bed and looked for the bathroom.

I was looking at the hottest gardener in the whole of New York.

Josh was shirtless and wearing only a pair of track pants and black slippers. He was trimming the hedges that lined the perimeter of the greenhouse. His muscles jerked and clenched as he worked the shear.

Between Joshua in a power suit and Joshua shirtless wielding a gardener’s shear, I thought I’d pick the latter hands down.

He looked so different at home, not physically, but his general disposition. But then again, who wouldn’t feel good in this greenhouse full of beautiful things?

He must have sensed my presence as he stopped what he was doing and turned around.

I gave him a silly wave and a shy smile. “Hi.”

He blasted me with a rare megawatt grin and I felt my limbs melting.

“About time you woke up.”

He dropped the shear and walked toward me. His tanned skin glistened in the morning sunshine. His body was smooth, with just a smattering of brown hair on his arms and legs. The rest were all mouth-watering muscles.

He was looking at me differently this morning. I couldn’t exactly tell how different, but it was just different.

He pulled me in his arms. “You okay?”

I nodded, snuggling in his chest. This was nice. This “morning after” episode wasn’t as awkward as I first thought. He was sweet and not his usual intimidating self at all.

He put his fingers under my chin and tipped my head back.

I had to meet his eyes. They were so beautiful, his irises ringed with violet.

“You wanna hear what I plan for us to do today?”

“Sure.”

“Well, I planned on having my way with you again this morning but I knew your pretty little kitty wasn’t up for round two yet, so…”

“Josh!” I slapped his chest, blushing.

He chuckled, and it sounded different, too. His entire aura was just so vibrant and open today, like I could touch him so easily, and there were no walls between us.

“So, I figured we can have breakfast and then you can help me in the greenhouse.”

I grinned at him. “Is this how you usually spend your weekends?”

“Pretty much. But once you’ve recovered…” He cupped my ass and squeezed.

“Greenhouse!” I squealed, laughing. “Greenhouse is good!”

“I can’t believe you prefer the greenhouse over me.”

“Then you gotta work harder to beat the greenhouse.”

“Hmm, is hard the operative word here?”

I winked at him. “No. Green.”

He threw back his head and laughed.

I finally heard Joshua laughing under a different circumstance, and it was the most beautiful sound I’d heard in a while.

I wanted more of it.