A One Time Thing–2
I nod. I know, I’ve heard my friends talk about it for years.
His cock crowns my entrance and I dig my nails into his arms. Fuck. That hurts. It stings.
“Fuck, Alina,” He moans, closing his eyes. “You’re so hot. Tight.”
He speaks through is teeth and I know he’s holding back, I know he’s struggling. My legs tremble and I breath in through my nose and out through my mouth.
He slides out, and looks down at me, there’s a flash of hesitation in his eyes but it vanishes. He moves his hands, gripping my thighs instead and then he thrusts, hard and fast until he is all the way inside.
I swallow my scream, squeezing my eyes shut as I shake my head from the pain.
“Good girl,” Jake kisses my forehead, rubbing circles into my thigh as I take my time to
adjust.
The moment my breathing calms, I open my eyes and Jake takes that as his chance, he
moves. He thrusts, sliding his cock in and out of me. My legs fall even more open, I want
to take him all, feel him all.
Heat pulses through me.
“You like that?”
I nod. grabbing his hips to get him to go faster. “Yes. Yes. It feels so good. Don’t stop.”
The nerves in my body turn to fire and I pant beneath him, reaching my hands up to his chest. I feel my entire body begin to contract, my skin boils and I lift my head, taking his lips into mine.
He moans into me, quickening his pace and I take it all.
I take his thrusts, take his pace, take it even as it burns every time he slams into me, take it all even as he bites down on my lips, take it all even as my scalp burns when he pulls my head back.
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A One Time Thing–2
Blood rushes through me and I break apart. I let out a cry, pulling my lips from him as my back arches. I convulse around his cock, making my orgasm harder and stronger than the first. He keeps thrusting into me, and I continue to take it even as my orgasm crests into something painful.
He gowls against my lips and I feel his hot cum inside me. I lift my legs, wrapping them
around his waist so that I can feel him all.
He pants into the skin of my neck, holding me close, kissing me everywhere he can. “I don’t remember the last time it felt this good, holy shit.”
I chuckle, from relief really. I was afraid he would hate it with me, a charity case practically. He begins to pull away but I wrap my arms around his neck and shake my head. “Please. I don’t want to go.”
He only drops his head between his shoulders and stays there to catch his breath.
I run my fingers through his hair, my skin prickling from how soft it feels. “Can we do it again?”
He groans, and then laughs. When he lifts his head to see that I am not kidding he cocks his head. “Give me a few minutes.”
I smile at him, and I do give him a few.
And he does fuck me again.
It stings from how sore I am, but that doesn’t make my orgasm feel any less good.
We dress, covered in sweat and he drives me back home, one hand on the steering wheel and the other inside my shorts and between my legs as he coaxes three more orgasms from me just by rubbing my clit.
I’m delirious by the time he drops me off in my driveway.
We promise each other to never seek the other out. That this is a one time thing.
A one time thing.
