I tilt my head back and whimper as Sebastian’s cock pushes into my pussy. He doesn’t force himself all into me at once; he knows I can’t handle that, not the first time. Instead he inches into me, each moment more impossible than the one prior. My pussy strains, barely able to contain him, and I moan in pleasure and the sweet ache of being so tested. My back arches, and Sebastian lowers his head to catch my left nipple in his mouth, tonguing it as he continues to ease himself into me, restraint I can’t believe— because, necessary as I know it is, I want him all, now.

My legs lift from the bed; I want him to have more access to me, to go deeper still, and he bites at my nipple playfully, then reaches back to wrap my legs around his thick torso. I lock my ankles together, and Sebastian lifts up a bit. “Look at me, Ashlynn,” he says, voice rough. I force my eyes open and meet his. His teeth are gritted in pleasure, and I wonder if he’s trying not to come— I wonder if he’s trying to hold back as much as I am. “You’ve almost taken all of me.”

“Almost?” I whimper. How can there be more to his cock? He rocks his hips forward.

“Come on, baby. A little more,” he says, then takes hold of my hips and pulls me toward him. It feels so good, but I’m right on the threshold of pain— yet I don’t want him to stop. I want him buried in me, I want him to fuck me deep and hard and long and— “There we go,” he growls as I moan, loud, at the sensation of being fuller than I’ve ever been. My eyes have shut, at some point— I’m not sure when— and when I open them, I see that Sebastian is smiling at me, almost like he’s impressed.

“So tight,” he murmurs. “Were you a virgin before my cock, Ashlynn?”

“No,” I admit.

“You feel like one,” he says, and begins to slowly, lightly fuck me, only pulling out an inch or two before thrusting back in. I moan under him, writhing almost as waves of pleasure flood me. “You act like one, too. I like that.” He begins to thrust a little harder, pull out a little more, and I love it, god, I love it in a way I never knew I could love sex. Sebastian reaches down and wraps his arms under my waist, then pulls me up against him, his cock still in me, my legs still wrapped around his waist. I’m surprised, more so when I find myself looking in his eyes. They’re sparkling— he’s enjoying this every bit as much as I am. He kisses me, hard and demanding, his tongue slipping into my mouth and playing with mine; then, like I weigh nothing at all, he lowers me back down onto his cock.

I tilt my head back and groan as he fills me, as he lifts me up and down on himself. I clutch him tighter with my legs, wrap my arms around his neck, and begin to help, driving my hips down with each thrust, and I bite my lip in ecstasy when Sebastian moans— I want him to come as hard as I did. I can feel my own core heating again, ready for another explosive orgasm, this time with Sebastian’s cock buried inside me. I begin to tremble again as it nears—

Sebastian stops, breathing hard, sweating, and meets my eyes. “What?” I whine, needing him to keep going, needing to feel him entering me.

“We have all night,” he says, then bites at my neck, my earlobe, running his tongue down my jaw then licking my lips. I love that I can feel how hard his heart is beating when he leans in to me. He eases me back down onto the bed and slides from my pussy, then grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach easily. I can tell he wants to fuck me hard, but he still resists, pulling me up to my hands and knees. I’ve never been fucked like this before, and I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for it— especially when Sebastian has to lift my ass up a bit and pull my hips up to him. I moan as he enters me more swiftly now, and grow louder when he massages my ass with his fingers. I never thought I’d like that— I never thought I’d like any of this, a football player, Sebastian Slate, a cock so big it still feels threatening inside me—

“Sebastian,” I whimper, “I’m going to come again.” I want to fight it— I want to wait, I want to come with him. I think he’ll pause for a moment so I can get control of myself— like he said, we have all night— but instead, he begins to fuck me in deep, slow strokes, rubbing against parts of me that I never knew to explore. His cock strokes the front wall of my pussy, and something— god, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. How does he know how to do this to me? I don’t—

I can’t handle it for another moment. The orgasm that rockets over me isn’t like anything I’ve felt before. It shakes me to my core, exploding from my heart, my chest, sending rockets through my limbs and out my fingers. I feel myself collapse onto the bed, but can’t prevent it. Sebastian continues his work, lifting one of my legs up and onto his shoulder, fucking me as I moan so loud, there’s no way they don’t hear me downstairs. I don’t care, though— I can’t care about anything right now but the pleasure that’s so intense, it feels like it may consume me. I pant, go limp against Sebastian, who slows before drawing his cock out of me. I’m still on my stomach; Sebastian lowers his lips to my pussy and kisses me there, sucking lightly on my clit as the last waves of the orgasm hit me.

“Sebastian,” I whimper.

“Yes, Ashlynn?” he asks, licking up my slit slowly, delicately. He runs his tongue up, letting it dance over my ass before sitting up.

“I don’t know if I can take that again,” I confess. “How did you do that to me?” My voice is rocky and breathless.

He rubs my ass cheek, then spanks me there lightly. “It’s easy to want to make you happy.”

“That’s more than happy,” I murmur. It makes all my orgasms before Sebastian seem so laughable in comparison. As I think this, I realize that he still hasn’t come. My eyes open and curve around to look up at him. “But you…”

He looks down at his cock— still rock hard. “I told you. We’ll get there. I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.”

“I don’t think I can do that again,” I say honestly.

“See, that sounds like a challenge,” Sebastian says, then reaches down and tugs on my legs, pulling me until my feet touch the floor and find purchase there. I’m bent over the bed, a position that always seemed so…subservient, I suppose— yes, subservient— but I find myself leaning backward, arching myself toward Sebastian, eager for him to enter me once again. He makes a satisfied sound at this, then, in one swift, powerful motion, thrusts into me.

I gasp in surprise at having so much of him, so fast; just because I’ve taken him all once already doesn’t mean my pussy is accustomed to his size. He inhales sharply in pleasure, and it makes me want him to use me— to let me give him the same pleasure he’s given me. I rock my hips back and forth, encouraging him, and he doesn’t hesitate; he reaches around my chest and takes hold of my breasts, then begins to fuck me harder than before. Harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. I couldn’t have handled it when we started, but now I feel alive and wild and daring, and god, I love the way I can feel his cock pulsing in me.

Sebastian groans, and I answer it by dropping my upper body lower and inching my legs even further apart, giving him all the access he needs. I’m still tight around him, and each time he enters me I feel him rub against that spot at the front of my pussy, the place that makes me feel like I may collapse. The head of his cock hits it over and over as he takes me, and I think that if I relax enough, I just might orgasm one more time. I exhale, spread my legs farther.

“Ashlynn,” Sebastian says under his breath. “Even if I come now, you know we aren’t done, right?”

“I hope not,” I answer. I tilt my head back; Sebastian releases one of my breasts and grabs hold of my hair gently, but firmly. It’s erotic in a way I’ve never experienced, and when I moan in delight, Sebastian growls, releases my other breast, and slaps me on the ass again. He’s going to come, I can feel him throbbing, can feel his need for release every bit as intensely as I felt my own moments ago. Knowing he’s so close tips me over the edge as well, and I whimper as my pussy trembles in pleasure. Yes, yes, I can come again— not another blackout orgasm, no, but something warm and shivering and perfect—

Sebastian thrusts deep into me, and then freezes, one hand gripping my hair and the other on my right ass cheek. He grinds into me and comes hard, so hard I feel the pulse through the condom. It gets me the rest of the way there, knowing I’ve done this for him; I exhale and come one last time, crying out softly as sweet, gentle release washes over me. I collapse to the bed and Sebastian follows, barely stopping himself from falling directly on top of me; his cock slides from me and he rolls off to one side, immediately grabbing me and pulling me against him.

“You’re perfect, you know,” he says breathlessly. I tuck my head against his chest, inhaling the scent of him, still shaking, wet, sweating, primal, hungry for his body. “How much more can you take?”

“What?”

“How many more times do you think I can fuck you tonight, Ashlynn?” he asks, catching his breath.

I bite my lip. My pussy aches— I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But…that’s tomorrow. Tonight?

Tonight, I’ve got another round in me, at least. I meet his eyes, then allow him to swing my leg over top of him, and bring me down to ride his still-hard cock.