cock back into me.
I squealed as I took his cock, accepting it into my hungry pussy. My body devoured his cock, squeezing it, sucking it down, wrapping him in my warm wetness. “I’m inside you. I’m making you mine.”
Mine . His . I liked that idea. I liked the idea of being his, of belonging to this rough, mysterious man. He slammed himself into me again and again, each time pulling his cock almost all the way out, to the tip, before impaling me once again.
The feeling of his veined, throbbing cock forcing its way into my tightness, into my hungry wetness… I couldn’t stand it. It was too much. It made me feel like I was going to lose consciousness any second.
I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping him by the scalp and pressing my hips into him, so that he ground against my clit as he fucked me.
“Harder! Harder!” I moaned, reaching down to grab one of my own tits as he fucked me. I gripped my soft flesh tightly, squeezing and twisting my nipple, shrieking at the sudden and surprisingly unexpected pleasure and pain that erupted from my own ministrations. “Fuck me harder, Crow!”
And he complied. He pounded me, slamming into me over and over, like a jackhammer, his cock taking me hard and fast, as if I were some piece of prey and he were a wolf devouring me with some existential hunger.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. You’ve got to be a virgin,” Crow growled in my ear.
I moaned and nodded, pressing my hips harder and harder into his body, my own body devouring his, consuming him just as the passion consumed me with each passing second as he pumped into me…
I felt myself getting close.
I couldn’t believe it.
I loved the way he fucked me. I loved the way he talked to me while he fucked me. I loved the way he talked to me even when he wasn’t fucking me, though I couldn’t really even think about that right now—the pleasure and the sensations in my body were way too much for me to think about anything but the fact of my being fucked, the cock that was buried deep inside of me, that throbbed… He seemed to expand inside of me, filling every tiny crevice, every nook and fold of my pussy.
And then, I was cumming. I shrieked and wrapped my legs around Crow’s powerful, sweaty torso, grunting as waves of delicious electricity ricocheted through my body.
My pussy literally throbbed, screaming around Crow’s cock as I came, my hole flooding, washing his cock with hot, sticky juices.
He covered my mouth with his to keep me from screaming too loudly and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders, moaning into that kiss and eliciting deliciously pained grunts which spilled into my mouth through the kiss.
My body ached from the pleasurable convulsions but still, he fucked me. Still, he pounded me. I could barely moved and so I lay there, accepting his cock, gasping with each thrust and wondering if it would be his last.
Finally, he groaned.
Finally, his cock throbbed and twitched inside of me—I felt it—and finally, it began to pump, filling my hungry pussy with his seed.
It was… Amazing. The feeling of his hot cum flooding my tightness, filling me up, spraying my insides. His cum stuck to the walls of my pussy, making me gasp, making me groan, and I could only clench and unclench my cunt, massaging his dick and milk his cock as he shot his load into me. All the while, he groaned, gripping me tight and driving his length deeper and deeper into me. I gasped again and again as he powered his seed into me and, then, just like that, it was over.
He pulled out of me with a loud pop and lay down next to me on my bed. My heaving breasts matched the cadence of his rising and falling chest.
Departure
“That was your first time, wasn’t it?” Crow said softly after a minute.
“It was. I… I tried to tell you while you were in my mouth… It was my first blow job too… It was my first
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