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chapter 5

Author: MIRA
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-10 11:01:15

I felt my arousal slowly wrap around me like a vine and pull tight around me. He knelt in front of me and wrapped his arms around my waist, his cheek resting on my stomach. “I’m weak, Brandi. I told myself I needed to take this slow. Everything about you entices me. And now you tell me you’re a virgin? Am I hearing that right?”

 “Yes,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “Something about knowing that strikes me to the core. I can’t keep away from you. If you want to keep that intact, you need to leave right now.” He dropped his arms to his sides and looked up at me. I stepped back. I looked at him for a long time, then I picked up the sides of my dress and pulled it up over my head. My heart raced as his eyes ate me up.

 “Are you sure?” he whispered.

 “I’ve wanted you for a long time. Yes.”

 He didn’t hesitate. He lunged toward me, lifting himself off his knees and lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around him as he kissed me deeply. His tongue danced with mine deliciously as he carried me to the couch. The soft velvet felt nice against my skin as he lay me down. He hovered over me as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. He was chiseled ,and it melted me. A gasp escaped my lips when he pulled his belt from his jeans and unbuttoned them. He lowered them down, exposing his cock to me. He was a large man, and it made me a little nervous.

 He slid his hand into his front pocket, pulling a square foil from it and holding it with his teeth. He inched his jeans off his legs and pulled them off his feet with his boots. Ripping the package open, he pulled a condom out and fit it over what I craved. Crawling over top of me, he licked my collarbone, kissing my jawline, moving down to the swells of my breasts over the pushup bra I bought just for him. “I’ll take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you, Brandi. But I need to fuck you. I need to feel myself inside you. I ache for you, baby.” I swallowed hard. He inched my panties down my hips and down my legs, his eyes taking in every inch of me. I could feel my heart pounding as his hand felt back up my legs to my pussy. He cupped it. He pressed his palm into it, and it sent a flare off inside me. I gasped. He moved his hand just right. I closed my eyes. Every movement he made caused me to get closer to an orgasm I was only familiar with by my own hands. “Joel,” I whispered. I opened my eyes in time to see his hand move away from me. He looked up and grinned a sly grin, leaning slowly forward. His hands pushed my legs open ,and his mouth covered my pussy. My breath caught in my throat, and I held it there as his tongue moved between my lips and around my most sensitive areas. He knew what he was doing. He lapped at my folds, causing my arousal to hit me fast and squeeze around me. I edged closer to the cliff that was my orgasm and just before I fell over the top he stopped and stood up. I was breathing so hard; my mouth was dry. He slid his thumb across the corner of his mouth and licked it, smiling at me.

 “You are so intense,” I breathed. “I can’t—please, Joel. You need to” I couldn’t put a full sentence together. My mind was clouded. He hovered over me and dropped down onto the couch, his arms catching his fall before he collided into me. He slowly lowered himself down and the feel of his naked body against mine was almost too much to handle. He nuzzled my neck and pecked playfully at the sides of my chin. His hands cupped my breasts and pushed them together. His hips rocked against mine, and I felt his massive hard-on rubbing me in the right spots. I closed my eyes and pushed my head back as he pulled my bra down and sucked on my nipple. The feeling was like electricity. He propped his upper body up and watched my face intently. I tried controlling my breathing. His cock was pressing against my opening. I fought to stay calm. I didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time, I was afraid. How much would it hurt? How long would the pain stay? My breathing came in short tufts, and his hand stroked my hair. He watched me as he slowly entered me. It was intense, agonizingly slow. I felt him inch his cock inside me, penetrating me little by little, his eyes intently taking me in. He lowered his face to mine, framed my head with his arms and brushed his lips to mine. “Ready?” he whispered. I swallowed hard and took in a big breath, nodding slightly. Almost simultaneously, he pressed his lips to mine, he slammed his tongue deep into my mouth and thrust his cock deep inside me and held it there. With the intensity of the entire experience swirled with pleasure and the shock of arousal, I never felt the pain I had anticipated. If I did, it was disguised as a more intense pleasure. I let out the breath I was holding feeling him stretch me wide. He moved his hips back and forth, small movements at first. He watched me, making sure I was okay, asking me if I liked what I felt, stroking my hair and my face as he slowly fucked me. As

 he pushed himself in and out of my vaginal walls, his movements increased in length, they increased in speed, and his hunger for me grew. His kisses were intense, harder, his breathing was heavy, labored, and he seemed to get off on my reaction. When it hit me, it all hit me at once. I felt a pressure well up inside me and it sent me over the edge with an orgasm that grabbed hold of me and didn’t let go. My body tensed up, my muscles locking into place. I wanted to scream out, but nothing came out of my mouth. He fucked me hard and fast until he buried his face into the crook of my neck. A guttural groan escaped his lips coming from the depths of his soul. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close as he continued ramming inside of me. It was the most explosive orgasm I’d ever

 had in my life… the ones I gave myself with a few fingers didn’t compare to this glorious moment of ecstasy. I could feel myself gushing fluid all over him, which only seemed to increase his lust for me – but I managed to shift my hands onto his hips, beckoning him to pause for a moment, anything to give my sensitive pussy a break from his big cock.

 “You are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He whispered into my ear with a sly smile. I sighed and giggled at the same time, feeling my body melt into a pool of pleasure. But I knew he wasn’t done yet, and I didn’t want to deprive him of anything he deserved so badly. His member still pulsated in my vagina. It was incredible! I could actually feel his cock throbbing. It let me know just how horny he was for my body, and feeling that only served to stir my desire for him.

 “Let’s turn you over…” He said, slapping my ass and directing me onto my stomach.

 I obliged all too willingly. In the next second, his strong hands were pulling at my hips, bringing me back onto my knees with my ass stuck up into the air. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life… but the way his fingers caressed my skin and how he spoke such sexy things to me, I instantly gave way to passion, and once more wanted to feel him thrusting inside of my pussy.

 That didn’t take long either… as he slid the head of his cock up against my lips, spreading them apart just a bit, he teased me with the tip going up and down.

“Come on!” I whimpered, pushing my ass back. He denied me the pleasure I sought so intensely, with his hands holding my butt in place, preventing me from swallowing up his manhood.

 “Not yet,” he smirked. I moaned again, pushing back harder. Suddenly I felt a sharp stinging sensation, as his palm smacked loudly against my bare bottom.

 “Show me how much you want it,” he taunted. Once more I rammed my ass back toward him, still feeling the head of his cock right at the lips of my pussy. God! How I wanted him so fucking bad… right now, in me! Damnit! Joel’s hand came slapping down, causing me to lurch forward from the pain. But before I could react, he’d already taken hold of my hips and pulled me right onto his cock!

 “Ahhh…” I groaned, letting my head flop down as I experienced the hot sensation of his hard dick spreading me open and sliding right in. My lips were so wet from the cum, there was barely even any friction at all as he entered me. Then his stomach was pressed right against my butt, letting me know his entire manhood was solidly thrust inside of me. With an animalistic urge, Joel began fucking me harder than I ever dreamed of! His grunts of passion and rough slaps against my skin forced me to arch my back, shoving against him with each thrust, wanting to take him deeper and deeper. He entered me over and over… I never wanted it to stop.

 “God yes, Brandi! Take that cock! You fuckin’ gorgeous girl…”

The next thing I knew, his cock twitched forcefully inside of me as he squeezed my ass with both hands, digging the fingers into my now red skin harder than he’d ever done before. Joel’s hips titled upward as he pulled my butt downward, ensuring that all of his hot cum would stay buried in my now no-longer-virgin pussy… He let his body go limp and lay across my back, his weight bearing down across my shoulders, before he toppled over onto the side of me – we stared at each other, eye to eye. I stroked his hand, satisfaction radiating from my mind. We must have fallen asleep blissfully because we woke up to someone pounding on the door. He scrambled off the couch and looked at the time. It was well past two in the morning. He looked over at me and smiled, stifling a laugh. We both burst out laughing as we put ourselves back together. Sneaking out the fire escape, we ran off like two forbidden lovers in the night. It was the most erotic experience I had ever had.

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