Chapter 14
Jordan
Jesus-fucking-Christ! The minute I enter Bianca, slide my cock into her hungry and waiting pussy, it literally takes my breath away. Her tightness tells me one thing:
She’s a virgin.
A virgin!
I’m honored.
I’m astounded.
I’m privileged.
I gasp aloud, feeling her warmth envelop me.
On the back of that warmth is a delightful sensation of pressure. Of being hugged and squeezed by her as I move further in. As I caress myself along her textures. Her insides.
“Aw, daaamn,” I growl/moan, never having experienced anything like this before. It’s so pleasurable — so overwhelmingly intoxicating inside her — I feel like I could explode right here and now. I let out a big, deep breath, deciding I need to fuck her not just stand marveling at how intoxicating she is.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before.” When I say this, I don’t know who I’m speaking to more. Myself or Bianca. But either way, it’s true.
Never with any of the other girls I’ve slept with — and trust me: I’ve slept with a lot of ‘em — they’ve never felt like this. Sure, they’ve been warm. Textured inside. But they’ve also felt empty. Careless and heartless. Like I could pump and pump and pump, and never really reach them.
But not with Bianca. From the moment I begin to move rhythmically in and out of her, to the point where I start to increase my speed, I don’t feel lonely. Left adrift to fill an empty chasm. Instead, I feel held. Loved. Seen. Fed and nourished with every plunge and retreat. The more I dip, the more I crave.
Soon I’m thrusting at a regular rhythm and speed. Somewhere in the lower to middle of what I can do. I roll my hips back and forth, making sure that Bianca’s lips and clit get to taste me, thirst for me, tense for me.
And it must be working because it’s not long before she looks up at me with her neon-emerald eyes and shouts, “More! More, Jordan! Give me more!”
“Of course, my lady,” I growl, picking up my speed. “You can have as much of me as you want.” With these words, I let my hips and balls slam into her. Slap her ass. I even go so far as to pull her off the bed a little more and hold her legs up and open.
Even that, however, seems to do nothing more than stoke her fire. Increase her appetite for me. She moans under my hold. Bites her lip and says, “I’m still hungry, Jordan, I want more.” Having someone moan and shout at me the way she does sends a shot of intense pleasure straight through my dick. It starts in my head and buries itself somewhere deep in my balls. My prostate.
I pound her more and decide to take her off the bed and into my arms. As I wrap her legs around my hips and lift her off the bed, my back protests. The skin screams under memories of the flogger swatting my skin. But instead of being painful, the screaming, burning sensations are further fuel to my fire. Something about the way my skin itches, feels rashy and hot — something about that makes me even more sensitive to Bianca’s pulsating walls and lips.
And yes, that’s exactly what they do, as I hold her with my cock still plunged deep inside her. As I walk her over to a wall, I thrust her up and down on me. On my cock, like she’s one giant toy goddess. I don’t know how I manage to do it, but I manage to have her moving up and down on me while walking.
I position her against the very same wall I was up against just a few moments prior.
And once she’s pressed firmly against it, I fuck Bianca with everything I have. With every ounce of strength and speed, I pump in and out of her. I alternate my pumping with thrusting her pelvis down on me. Anytime I do this, I have my fingers softly yet securely locked onto her hips. Her legs. And that drives her wild.
She repays my grip on her hips with her fingernails in my back. Buried there at first and then dragged down and across my back and shoulders as I go at her with maximum energy. I’m panting hard and fast as I move — I’m reeling under the sensations her nails are causing in my tender back — but not once do I slow. Not once do I stop or give her anything less than every bit of me. Right down to my balls, I let her have me.
Somewhere between the scratches she’s leaving on my back, and the dull thudding, slapping sound and sensation on my shaft and pelvis-region, I feel my balls constrict. In seconds, I’m aware of the telltale rush of my oncoming orgasm.
Before I have to worry about whether I should slow down, pull out, or find some other way to delay climaxing — Bianca didn’t give me express permission — she whispers, “Oh, Jordan! I’m close! So close.” She jerks under her own impending orgasm. “You can go when I go.”
Almost instantaneously after she says that she loses herself. Shoots up against the wall, straining and screaming against the strongest orgasm I’ve ever felt go through a woman. And to top it off, nothing is faked or over performed about this. It’s wild. Rugged. Real. Bianca’s hair hangs wildly in her sweat-drenched face.
Seeing the veritable sex goddess mounted on me, I come seconds later. I jam myself into her hard and close, willing each pump of my cock to please her. To show her what a good boy I am for her. No guy has ever served you like I have, I think, getting close. And no guy ever will. I’ll make sure of that.
I grunt, actually crying out, as a final spear of pleasure and cum lances through me, and into her. Into the rubber I put on just for her, to be on my best behavior.
For a moment, Bianca and I stay where we are against the wall. Panting. Sagging into each other.
But that doesn’t go on forever. After I’ve got enough air back into my lungs and muscles, I take her away from the wall and obediently carry her to the bed. I set her on it first before collapsing next to her.
The toys she laid out, a good number of them, clatter to the floor after being bounced off their resting place.
Neither of us pay these any mind.
Bianca’s too busy petting me.
And I’m too busy cuddling her as she tells me again what a good boy I am.
I answer I always want to be her good boy. I always want to behave for her.
That’s the last thing I get out of my mouth besides a kiss before falling into a deep, dizzying sleep.