Red, White & Hers

by Ember Flint

  “Oh God… Truman, please don’t stop, don’t stop! It feels so… so… good… so…”

  I suck, nip and lick her drenched little hot pussy until she hisses my name once more and then she’s crying out in her orgasm, looking like the prettiest thing on the fucking planet.

  I don’t give her time to come down from her high and stand up, keeping her balanced with one arm around her waist.

  I push her onto me and spread her legs on either one of my hips, claiming my rightful place between her thighs and freeing my erection as her head lolls down on my shoulder, her breath coming in little sexy puffs of air that are driving me fucking insane.

  “I’m so going to fuck us both stupid, baby!” I grunt as I pin her back to the wall and plunge my hard dick inside her scalding wet pussy in one long, hard thrust.

  She gasps and mewls going rigid as my eyes widen in amazement and shock and my mouth drops open in a groan; I felt something push against me when I fucked into her and she’s so damn tight her walls are strangling my cock.

  Oh my God.

  I look up at her and see tears in the corners of her eyes and a pained, scrunched up expression on her face.

  “Oh no, baby…” I mutter, my heart squeezing painfully in my chest as I feel my own eyes water.

  “It’s okay! I’m okay…” she cries, burying her face in my neck and I just stand there stock-still, deep inside her down to my balls as her impossibly snug cunt adjusts around me.

  Fuck, I’m such a bastard. But I never thought… then again she’s quite a bit younger than me…

  Why didn’t I ask?

  Why didn’t she tell me she was a virgin?

  “Ivy? Sweetheart? Are you okay?” I ask and then I want to just kick myself in the balls for the stupid question, of course she’s not okay.

  I just ripped her cherry-tight pussy open with the entire length and girth of my huge, hard, fucking downright scary cock!

  Ivy doesn’t answer, just gasps through the pain, holding me tighter to her.

  I start to pull out, but her thighs clench around me.

  “Don’t… don’t leave me,” she whispers, staring at me with big, glossy eyes.

  I caress her chin and cheek with one hand, fighting tooth and nail the urge to thrust in and out of her tight, lush heaven.

  “It’s… it’s starting to feel a little better now… it was just… at first… the sting…”

  I close my eyes, hugging her tighter. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me?”

  She sinks her teeth in her full lower lip, turning my need to thrust inside her even more vicious and primal.

  “You would have stopped,” she murmurs on my mouth, hot little pants caressing my lips.

  I groan. “Of course I would have stopped, baby! It’s your first time: you deserve better than a janitor’s closet for fuck’s sake!”

  She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter where we are, not to me… I just wanted you and now I have you. This is perfect…”

  I gulp down air. “But I hurt you!”

  She gives me a little knowing look. “Could a bed have made it hurt less?”

  I turn away a little, but she forces me to look back at her, grasping my chin.

  “I don’t care that it hurt, Truman… I want you, this…”

  I nod and start to pull out a little.

  “No!” she gasps and I chuckle.

  “I’m not leaving you, I’m just… I want to see if I can give you a shallow thrust. See if you could take it…”

  “Just fuck me, Truman! Please!” she moans, her walls clenching around my raging cock and I feel more pre-cum seep from my tip and that’s about when I realize I’m inside her bare.

  I’m the worst kind of bastard maybe, but there’s no way I can bear the idea to stop us and I don’t have a condom with me.

  “We forgot about protection,” I murmur. “But, I can’t stop, Ivy…”

  She kisses me hard. “Then don’t,” she pants.

  “I’m totally clean, I haven’t been with someone in years.”

  Ivy smiles big. “That’s good… and I’m— was… a virgin so…”

  She giggles, shrugging as she huffs a wispy tendril of red hair away and I fall a little deeper in love with her even if I didn’t know it was possible.

  I slide her crooked glasses back on her nose and cup her cheek in my hand; she rubs her softness into my palm, making my heart race with the simple touch.

  “We’re getting married ASAP and you’re sleeping in my bed tonight!” I growl on her lips.

  I know it’s not great as far as proposals go, but I suck at being flowery. Besides, I’m not about to ask questions when it comes to us: questions can have negative replies.

  “Wonderful,” she smiles so big, it feels like someone turned a light on in this cramped, dark space.

  I give her a little thrust and she gasps, wincing a bit and for the first time in my life, I fucking hate myself for being so large.

  “Maybe if we change position?!” I muse.

  I should have prepared her with my fingers, that would have helped, but if I have to be honest, I fucking love that my hard cock was the first thing to touch and claim her little cherry.

  I cradle her to my body and turn us until my back is to the wall and then I slide down until I’m sitting and she’s straddling me; my cock still firmly planted in the sizzling depths of her wet, tight cunt.

  “We can go at your pace like this, baby…”

  I grip her shapely hips and slowly lift her off, until just my tip is kissing her soaked entrance and I hold myself there. I groan and release another stream of pre-cum in her pussy when I see the pink buttery ring of her virginity around the base of my angry-looking, wet cock.

  Ivy looks down at me from her perch in my hands, flowing fiery waves cascading all around us.

  “What do I do?” she asks.

  Damn, is it wrong that I love so much that I’m her first?

  I stroke up and down her hips.

  “Just lower yourself down on me, baby… but slowly, alright? And only take as much of my cock as you can handle and then just push off of it again, okay? I will help you along,” I pant, dying for her to just slam herself down on me to the hilt.

  Ivy nods, blushing even harder, but I see a determinate look in her eyes.

  She takes a long, slow breath and starts to sink down on me.

  I look between us and the view of half of my large cock disappearing into her swollen, reddened lips nearly makes me offload inside her.

  I squeeze my eyes tight at the feel of her walls contracting around me and at the sound of her short, breathy gasps.

  I can’t let go, not yet. I want for her to feel pleasure, not just pain.

  She gingerly lifts off of me again and then bears down on me once more, this time encasing me almost to my balls and then her instincts take over and she starts to rock back and forth and around, making it nearly impossible for me to hold onto my load as I growl and grunt her name and she moans mine.

  Another couple of slow dives and then she’s finally able to take in all of me.

  “Oh, fuck, baby… that’s it! How do you feel?”

  Ivy grinds her clit into the base of my dick, arching against me, her head thrown back. “Amazing… fucking amazing, love,” she moans and I groan deep in my throat as she gives me a decided squeeze.

  I’m pretty sure we’re being so loud the entire building knows what we’re doing in here, but I don’t care: I can’t give this feeling up.

  I help her movements along, making her glide more fluidly over me and soon she’s picking up a steady, slow tempo that it’s pure torture to me as it’s not enough to make me cum, but must be great fun for her because she’s keening my name, her hot molten pussy clenching hard around my length.

  I fight my urge to just get what I want until she comes hard; whimpers and moans leaving her hollowed throat and then I’m standing once again up, kee
ping her to me.

  “I need to fuck you hard now, love… tell me if it’s too much...”

  She grips me securely with both arms and legs and shakes her head. “It won’t be, Truman… just take me. I need you to take me hard…”

  Her words nearly send me over the edge of sanity and before she knows what hit her, I’m once again pressing her to the wall.

  I pull my cock out of her boiling cunt all the way and then I thrust long and hard inside of her, touching the end of her depth as my balls violently ram upward against her ass and my mouth latches onto one of her nipples.

  We’re barely at the third stroke, when she’s coming apart around me again; my rough handling of her, triggering her orgasm again and making her scream my name.

  I pound her to the wall hard and fast, nibbling on her nipple with my teeth as I try to draw her climax out while I seek my own; the contractions of her hot, slick tightness coaxing the cum from my balls.

  “Fuck, love, I love you so much, so much!” I growl, fucking her even harder now, one hand clutching her ass and the other steadying her jiggling breasts as I bury my face in her softness, inhaling her sugary scent of peaches and sweat.

  “I love you too! Don’t stop… don’t ever leave me,” she moans.

  “Never, baby: you’re mine!” I snarl, biting down on her little nub and then I thrust home one last time, feeling the strongest orgasm of my life nearly blinding me. I hold my hard cock deep inside of her and just let go, shooting one thick volley of seed after another in her ripe hot cunt as I make us one forever.

  Chapter 6

  IVY

  Holding hands, we walk into the large natural glade surrounded by tall cedars, magnolia trees and ancient looking birches and I’m momentarily stunned by the amount of patriotic decorations strung and scattered all over the place. Banners, flags and all kinds of little touches that would make it unmissable even for a foreigner to get what we’re gathered here to celebrate. It looks amazing and cheerful, exactly how I feel today.

  I love it.

  I’m still a little dazed and sore from our loving and I’m tottering around on wobbly legs, but I can’t stop beaming.

  Truman slows us down. “I’m sorry you’re sore, baby. I’ll kiss that sweet pussy of yours all better later.”

  I feel a blush just explode all over my face and neck at his words and a shaky sigh leaves my lips, but I grin. “Promises, promises…” I tease and even I’m surprised at how bold I am around him now.

  “Promises I intend to keep, baby. Don’t you worry about that,” he whispers on the shell of my ear, making me tremble and my smile gets even bigger.

  I’ve had a huge grin on my face since Truman told me what was in his heart.

  Right now, I couldn’t be happier if I tried. In fact, if I think about what happened in that closet with the man I love —who loves me back!— I might end up crying and laughing like a nutcase, so I’ll better just focus on the present.

  I look up at Truman and my heart races in joy, my eyes welling up.

  He gives me a little smile and looks down.

  “I can feel your eyes on me, baby. What’s up?” he asks.

  I shake my head, smiling back. “I’m just so happy, Truman…”

  He abruptly stops walking and pulls me hard to his chest. “Me too, Ivy… so fucking happy, I could fucking cry and then there would my balls go and my brother and cousins would have a field day.”

  We both laugh and I stand up on the balls of my feet to kiss him softly. “I wouldn’t be so sure about them making cracks about you. Look around…”

  He does and I can see the moment he catches sight of Quincy, holding a redhead protectively against his chest.

  He smirks. “Well, I guess we Cox brothers have a type then.”

  I giggle. “It appears so and look at your cousin…”

  I point at a dark corner slightly behind us where I can see my friend Ava, standing close to Theodore, far too close to be proper.

  Truman shakes his head. “There might be no ribbing on his side, but damn I’m going to have my fun at Teddy’s expenses…”

  I laugh. “Why?”

  Truman kisses the top of my head. “Only yesterday he was like: ‘I don’t get how you can be hung up on some chick so much’ and stuff and now look at him, he can’t keep his hands off her.”

  I beam up at him as I feel his large hands slide down my sides to grip my hips.

  “And can you? Keep your hands off?” I ask.

  He gives me a serious look that makes me smile up at him. “Not a chance.”

  “Look over there…” I point with my chin, tipping my head. “Do you know her?”

  Truman nod, his grin getting bigger by the second as he watches his cousin Jefferson crowding the space of a brown-haired beauty. “She’s Belle: she is his new PA and I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say, she’s also something more to him; though he’s not said a word about it. There must be something in the air or the water for sure…”

  We both laugh into our kiss.

  As we walk, I realize we’re moving in a slow, neat and careful circle around the picnic’s borders, clearly marked by the hundreds of tiny American flags suspended in mid-air, and I look up at him. “What are we doing?”

  He smiles. “Sorry, checking the perimeter: professional bias…”

  I giggle. “Alright… you do your thing and I’ll just enjoy the decor.”

  We’re interrupted a couple of minutes later — and mid-kiss— by the freaking CEO of the company, Truman’s uncle, but while he talks to Truman about security for the party and stuff, the older man looks anything but displeased and my suspicion is confirmed by the wink and winning smile he gives me while he walks away, after clapping his nephew on the shoulder.

  Truman kisses my temple, clutching me closer to him. “All done for now, baby. Wanna grab something to drink? I’m fucking starving. Are you hungry?”

  I nod, one eyebrow arched. “Well, yes… we did burn a lot of calories in that closet.”

  He chuckles, but I can see an honest to God, actual blush on the parts of his cheeks not hidden by his dark, thick beard and it just makes my heart melt how adorable and fucking hot he looks.

  We move toward the center of the clearing, but before we can reach one of the main picnic spreads, a young girl, no taller than myself, with big brown eyes and flowing dark hair comes barreling into us with a grin and a knowing expression on her pretty face.

  “You’re late, Tru!” she states, but she’s still smiling. “I totally forgive you though. For once you have a good excuse…”

  I look between them, confused. She looks familiar, but I can’t place her.

  “Ivy, this is Ashleigh, my baby sister.”

  “You don’t have to always qualify me as a baby, you know,” she mutters and Truman chuckles.

  “Nice to meet you, Ashleigh,” I say, sticking out my hand to her, but she just ignores it and goes for a hug instead.

  For a moment I’m frozen, but then I hug her back.

  “Call me Ash and thank you so much!” she squeals.

  I frown. “For what?”

  She pulls away and jabs a finger in her brother’s muscular chest.

  “For taking pity on this lout and dragging him out of his funk.”

  “Ash!” Truman scolds, but there’s no real hardness to his voice.

  “Now that you’re not gonna be cranky anymore, do you intend to add that hour to my curfew?”

  Truman chuckles. “Nice try, little tick. Not happening.”

  Ashleigh rolls her eyes at him. “You and Quincy… ugh!”

  She pretends to throttle the air and I laugh.

  She turns to look at me and I mutter ‘I’ll work on him’ and she gives me two thumbs up.

  “You and me, girl: we gotta get together so I can tell you all about how to keep him in check.”

  I laugh. “Alright, I can see he’s a handful so I’ll
take any help I can get.”

  “I’m not that bad,” Truman grumbles, unnecessarily rubbing the spot on his chest his sister poked.

  Ash giggles. “He’s right, he’s not: there’s an adorable Care Bear under the drill sergeant, no-nonsense appearances. You just have to dig a little to reach it.”

  I nod, laughing, and I squeeze Truman’s much bigger hand in mine when I see he’s reddening, but not denying anything.

  God, I love him so much!

  Ash looks between us and smiles. “Now, on to the important stuff, Ivy: I’m so happy to finally see some girls getting ready to enter the family, ‘cause my aunt and I have had more than enough dealing with five blunt men all the time…”

  Truman groans. “What are you talking about, Ash? You’re making it sound like we’re all about to have a group wedding any minute now. Knock it off!”

  “Not happening, bro. So anyway… I’ll steal your number from his phone so we can talk and get together for some shopping and stuff. What do you say?”

  I nod eagerly. “I would love that… thank you.”

  Ashleigh grins big. “Awesome: I’ll tell my aunt to tag along, but we’ll better delay the outing a few days, so I can find out more about the others and invited them to, okay?”

  I smile bigger. “Sure…”

  Truman’s eyes are getting larger by the minute. “Invite whom? To what? And… and why?”

  His sister just ignores his barrage of questions, giving him an ‘are you serious right now?!’ kind of look and then she turns back to me. “Us women gotta stick together, right?”

  I giggle. “We totally have to…”

  “Alright, I’m going… I can see my brother wants to be able to smooch you in some dark corner as soon as the display starts… he’s such a romantic soul!”

  I feel myself blush to the roots of my bright red hair.

  Truman just shakes his head, covering his eyes with a hand. “Ash, give me a break, would you?”

  His sister nods, hands raised. “I’m going… I’m gone already…”