I want You Deeper

LILY

I can’t believe this sexy man is about to pop my cherry. I’m having a hell of a time trying to decide what to look at. My eyes keep darting from the hard, chiseled upper chest that’s covered in tattoos I’d had no idea he had, to the many peaks and grooves of his rock-hard abs, to the enormous cock that’s pressing against my virgin pussy and about to enter me.

His laugh brings my eyes back to his, reminding me that his face is just as gorgeous as the rest of him. He fists his cock, running his thick head over my clit and making me forget about everything except how fucking good this feels.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks, keeping his eyes locked on mine.

“Yes,” I say, rocking my hips against the desk. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please fuck me, Alexander. Make me your woman.”

He smiles at my answer and keeps rubbing my clit, sliding his thick head over my sensitive skin. He’s covered in precum again, making it easy to slide over me, and I watch, completely mesmerized by the sight of it.

“You like watching?” he asks me, and I love how strained his voice sounds. I love that I’m the one having this effect on him.

“Yes,” I say, making him smile. “I never knew it could be so arousing to watch.”

“Keep watching,” he tells me. “Watch yourself cum, and then watch me pop your little cherry.”

“Fuck,” I groan, so turned on by his words and the sight of his cock running over me that it only takes seconds before I start to cum again.

“Keep watching,” he growls before pressing the head of his cock against my slit and sliding into me.

“Fuck!” I yell as he pushes past my body’s natural resistance and slams into me. Pain mixes with my orgasm, and I’m so overwhelmed by everything that when he leans closer to me, I gladly wrap my arms around him to anchor myself.

“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ve got you.”

I cling to him as he slowly fucks me, and when he cups the back of my head, pulling back so he can see me, he gives me the sweetest smile before kissing and licking away my tears.

“You’re mine now, sweetheart, and I’m never letting you go.”

His words send a thrill through me, and when I start to rock my hips, needing and wanting more, he laughs and gently lowers me to the desk.

“You want it harder, baby?” he asks, kissing his way down my chest as he starts to fuck me faster.

“Yes,” I moan, feeling every thick inch of his cock as he slides in and out of me. He squeezes one tit roughly while wrapping his mouth around the other, and I feel like I’m going to explode from pleasure overload. I run my hands through his hair before sliding my nails along his shoulders and upper back. He gives my nipple a sharp bite while pinching my other one and circles his hips as he fucks me in long, deep thrusts that hit my clit perfectly every time.

“Oh fuck!” I moan, feeling myself start to cum again. I scream his name, not giving a flying fuck if the whole damn restaurant can hear me, and cum hard enough to make me see stars. He doesn’t let up, just starts to fuck me harder until all I can do is mumble incoherently and then whimper and moan when I lose the ability to even do that.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls, fucking me in a hard, fast rhythm that keeps my orgasm lasting longer than I ever thought possible. “Let the whole fucking world know who you belong to.”

When I finally start to come down, I let out a shaky breath and give him a big, ridiculous smile. “God, you’re good at this,” I say, making him laugh.

“It’s your tight little cunt, sweetheart. It’s driving me crazy.” He pulls back and keeps a tight grip on the backs of my thighs, keeping me spread wide for him as he slows down, fucking me in long, powerful strokes that have me whimpering with need. “Watch your little pussy take my cock,” he growls, keeping his eyes on my pussy as he rams into me again and again.

I watch completely mesmerized by the sight of him fucking me and spreading me wider than I ever thought possible. He’s covered in my juices and the tiny bit of blood I see mixed with it has me letting out a soft moan.

“Mine,” he growls, fucking me harder.

“Yours,” I say in complete agreement. “Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he says, and those two words send a spike of pleasure all through me. I know I’m going to spend the rest of my life waiting to hear him tell me that, trying my damnedest to make him want to say it.

He gives me a sexy, wicked grin, knowing exactly what his praise does to me. When he brings one hand to my clit, I let out a gasp and use the last remaining strength I have to keep my hands planted firmly behind me, keeping myself upright instead of falling back onto the desk like my body wants to.

Squeezing my clit between his fingers, he gives me a soft squeeze. “Fuck!” I moan, rocking my head back and arching my tits out to him, desperate for more, for anything and everything he wants to give me.

“What do you want?” he asks in a strained, deep voice.

“Everything,” I pant, nearly coming right out of my skin when he gives my clit another firm pinch.

“Not good enough. Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

The next pinch he gives me has me practically purring like a damn cat and arching my body for more. I can barely think. I’ve been reduced to the basest of instincts, and all I want is to be fucked over and over again.

“Your cock,” I moan. “I want your cock. I want you to never stop fucking me, and I want you to fill my little pussy with your cum.”

“Fuck,” he groans, massaging my clit between his fingers as he rams his cock into me.

“Breed me,” I beg. “Cum inside your good girl.”

With a groan, he rams into me even harder, rubbing and pinching my clit until I’m screaming his name and bucking wildly against him, cumming so hard I’m momentarily blinded. My pussy clenches tightly around his cock, and when I feel him start to shoot his load inside me, I throw my head back and scream, “Yes, fuck yes!” while my pussy milks him dry.