6

John

I tried to take it slow. She didn’t need me stealing her virginity like a savage beast. I’d save that animal she created for later. For the time being, I would do all I could to contain the next orgasm from ripping through me. I’ve never come in my pants, but she made it happen. It bought me a little time to get myself together.

I rose up and took her mouth again, loving how lost she was to her feelings. “Mine,” I promised against her lips. No turning back now. She was mine. Revealing her innocence to me only fueled my need to own her soul. I wanted everything from her and endeavored to give her more in return. She speared her hand into my hair and pulled my mouth back to hers, taking the kiss she needed, but I had a lot more to kiss and she was going to crave that too. I dropped back. looking at her flushed face and watching her chest rise and fall with every pant. I worked my way to her white and thoroughly soaked panties. With my knees, I parted her thighs and set myself between them. I needed her spread open for all I had planned. Every ounce of her orgasm was going to be on my tongue.

I could feel beads of sweat forming on my brow and down the back of my neck. My body demanded another blissful release. With my hands wrapped around the sides of her panties, I tore them off her, not caring that I shredded them. My need was too great. She gasped, but didn’t get a chance to complain as I pressed my tongue into her folds. Layla cried out my name, chanting “John!” over and over as the first of many orgasms pumped through her. I drank from her untouched core, lapping up every ounce until she was completely relaxed, but I was nowhere near done. I wanted her wild and begging for my cock. 

I pushed one finger into her tight hole as I wrapped my lips around her stimulated nub. She bucked her hips, but I held her still with my other hand. This was the first time I’d eaten pussy and I didn’t fucking want to stop. She had me fiending like an addict. I licked her slit, stopping only to jab my tongue inside and coax more juice from the center. She ran her slender fingers through my hair, tugging away.

“I want more,” I told her. I took off my shirt, then stood because my clothes were too damn constricting. Once I was fully naked, I hopped onto the bed again between her slick, glistening thighs. I wasn’t finished dining on her pussy.

I pressed my nose into her soft thatch of hair, then dipped two fingers in this time with my tongue flattened out on her clit. Her breathing grew harsh and I knew she was going to come again. With a smile, I looked up over her mound and winked. It made her blush to my delight. I returned to my feast, sucking on her nub while thrusting my fingers faster into her, stretching her as best as I could.

Her screams ripped through the room and I drank down her goodness again. Harder than ever before, I kissed my way up her nubile body, licking and marking her breasts on my path to claim her as my fingers still played with her clit. Her eyes were trained on mine and I was so damn ready. I couldn’t wait anymore. I pulled out my wet digits, sucking the sweet honey off them. “Mmm, so damn delicious. You’re going to have me addicted to your pussy.”

“Well, I could definitely get addicted to the orgasms,” she stated, her head resting on the pillow.

I reached between us and lined up the head of my cock with her small entrance. “Let’s work on another,” I growled, pushing my cock into her pussy, meeting resistance that nearly made me black out. I knew this was going to hurt, but it had to be done, so I slammed all the way in, taking her cries into my mouth as I kissed her. I pulled away to look at her face. I saw the tears and it broke my heart. I hated that I hurt her, but there was no way around it. “You’re mine, Layla. Please don’t cry. I won’t ever hurt you again.” I meant that shit. I loved her beyond what a normal person should and the thought of her crying was too much for me.

She was completely mine now, and I couldn’t handle that she was hurting. I kissed her forehead before my lips crushed hers, savoring the taste of ownership. She owned me. Everything I had would be hers, even my soul.

She broke our kiss. “I’m sorry for crying, John,” she sobbed against my jaw, pressing her lips to my growing five o’clock shadow.

“Don’t apologize to me sweetheart, your pussy is hurting more than my cock. Are you ready to come for me again? I’m not done with your pleasure-filled screams.”

“I’m ready,” she said, but I needed more. I demanded it.

“I don’t want you ready, I want you out of control.” Biting her lip sent her pain to another spot. Her pink painted nails dug into the skin of my shoulders, marking my flesh as her own. Her soft breasts with their erect tips were rubbing against the hardness of my chest, sending my cock pulsing harder. My orgasm was on the brink, but fuck if I was going to leave her hanging. I bent down and sucked on her neck, slowly beginning to move again.

Her body began to relax with each stroke. “More,” she whispered. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking on the hard peak. Her pussy clenched around my cock, squeezing it enough to stave off the coming orgasm. My balls were already high, full and tight as sweat dripped down my spine. I tugged on her other nipple and she began to pulse around my length.

“Come for me, Layla. Show me how much you want my seed inside you. Tell me you want it.”

“Please, oh my…I’m coming,” she shouted, climaxing on my cock as I emptied inside her. Jets of my load coated her walls. As I was coming down, I was ready to do it all over again. Instead, I pulled out of her, letting her body heal even for a short time. I laid beside her, catching my breath, then slid my arm around her and tugged her over me.

~~~~~

I hated that I had to leave in the morning. We spent the day in bed, making love after a well-deserved nap, eating and watching another movie for like ten minutes before I was eating her pussy out. She was sleeping as I laid there holding her in my arms, eager to ask her to marry me, but I had to give it time. Although, I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for since we had sex without protection. I was tempted to leave Jason here to protect her, but he had an important family get together he’d been planning. I was going to miss everything about her.

I turned my head to look at the hotel room alarm clock. It was already two in the morning. I had about four more hours before I had to get ready, yet sleep wouldn’t come. So, I decided to take a shower. I crept out of the bed, hoping not to wake her. As I stood, I heard her sigh. She was beautiful with her long hair sprawled out on the pillow. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be waking up to that sight every morning.

Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I closed the door and turned on the jets. The heat felt great on my body. This weekend was perfect, even with the cold weather. My thoughts didn’t go to work like they normally did when I showered, but to the woman that stole my everything. Layla was young, but that only meant that I got to be with her for more of her life. I got to share birthdays with her that I would have missed if she was older. I was going to kiss her awake on those days and make love to her after I gave her presents. Fuck, I was hard again. This was the most I’ve ever gotten stiff. I heard the bathroom door open.

“It’s time for you to go already?” she questioned with a hint of sadness. I didn’t want to leave her at all. I wished she could come with me. Maybe by the end of the semester I could convince her to transfer, and if she became pregnant she would have to come home.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought a shower would help,” I told her. My heart was hurting. I didn’t understand it at all, but I was so in love with her that I ached to beg her to come with me even though it was selfish.

“Okay, I’ll let you get to it,” she replied, ducking her head.

“You could join me if you’d like,” I offered. It would give us one last time to be close and awake together.

She didn’t hesitate to drop the fluffy robe she had on. I opened the door for her and helped her in. “Wow, it’s hot.”

“Not as hot as you.” I turned down the temperature and grabbed the soap. Lathering my hands, I started to wash her body, taking my time on her special places. By the time I finished, she was panting and covered in a blush. She took the soap from me and returned the favor. My cock jutted out and she took her time scrubbing my length. I was starting to get too aroused to stand up straight, so I leaned against the wall and rinsed off my front. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, taking me by surprise. My balls tightened immediately and my head rolled back.

Having enough, I pulled her up and lifted her against the wall. “Damn, you were going to make me come.” I took her hard, pumping into her and strumming her clit. We were grinding on the tile wall until she clenched around me, shattering to pieces and taking my fucking glue to put her back together.