by Candy Quinn
She ground against his hardness, the sensation sending sparks behind her eyes and making her feel more needy than she’d ever been before. Her mouth went to his, her tongue pressing in, desperate for that connection.
Their kiss was pure passion, sat dormant for so long and suddenly set to erupt.
That rough, strong hand of his slid back down her figure, past her hips and over her smooth, bare thigh. He squeezed and stroked her soft skin, let his fingers roam up to toy with her panties, touchin’ upon the frilly white fabric, then lettin’ his thumb trail brazenly in towards her womanhood.
He was molten metal, hard and hot as he pressed up on her, kissing and biting at her flesh, up to her ear then back down her neck again. He stroked his thumb along her most sensitive of places, pressed upon her clit through the thin fabric of her underthings as he growled her name yet again.
She shuddered as if he’d just found a secret within her that opened her up to new sensations, and her body writhed with need. She was breathing so quick she thought she might pass out, but every single touch of his hands and mouth and cock reawakened her to sensation.
“Damien,” she cooed in time with him, their rhythm on the couch even more in step than on the dance floor.
As he toyed with her through her panties, then began to push his digit in beneath the garment, she grew worried he’d have to part from her long enough to get their clothes off. But he didn’t waste time with that, he pulled her panties to the side with a rough tug, then let the pad of his thumb trail slowly down her glistening slit.
He gave a deep, guttural groan of excited lust at the feel of her pink petals, so anxious to experience her as he made her quiver and moan.
It was so intense that just the touch of his fingers made her cry out in ecstasy, and he stopped for a moment to look down at her.
Her eyes fluttered open as he paused, her mouth parted before her entire body grew warmer.
“I’m sorry. I’ve never...”
His dark gaze stared into her, pausing in the moment as she lay before him and his passions flared. He swallowed, and very gently returned his thumb to her puffy pussy.
“I want to be your first,” he declared in a low, gravelly voice. He didn’t return to that sensitive clit, but skirted around it, gingerly stoking her flames as he stared down into her soul. “But I’ll stop if you say so right now.”
For a moment she was horrified of the idea, and her head shook hard, the back of her hair getting tousled by the sofa. “It’s not that! I want... I want you to be my first. I just don’t know what to do.”
His expression softened, that hard, rugged face looking warm and loving. He leaned in and took hold of her chin between his fingers delicately, tilting her face as he gave her a warm, moist kiss, letting his tongue probe her mouth again.
When at last their lips broke apart, he spoke in a husky drawl.
“Leave everythin’ to me, Britney,” he said simply, and she heard him reach to his waist, his belt jangling as he kissed her again, his pants lowering. Then, from the corner of her eye as she tilted her head, she could see his brief’s sliding down, and a thick, rock-hard slab of veiny cock just sprang free of its tight confines. Pulsating with such fiery desire.
It was... magnificent. She’d never seen nothin’ like it, and she couldn’t help but feel this strong need for it, deep within her belly. It was like her entire core was on fire, and with every motion he made, every action, he brought her to a higher plane of existence.
Damien’s big hands stroked over her sides, up to her shoulders, carefully pulling down the straps of her dress and bra. He cupped her two breasts once more, reaching in under the material of her brazier and kneaded the flesh, avoiding the sensitive, stiff nipples but rubbing and stroking around them.
He kept up this powerful yet torturously slow dance for a while, his thick, pulsating cock resting against her mons and pussy, throbbing with need. The heat of that hard, bulging shaft so prominent, even against her own fiery loins.
The rocking of his hips caused him to grind against her, along her slick slit as he massaged her chest and explored her two supple mounds of tit flesh.
It was absolute bliss, the strong and adept hands massaging her form. It was so erotic, and her nerves tingled with delight. Every new sensation tickled and teased her, awoke more and more desire.
There was only momentary disappointment as he left her breasts free, sliding his hands down her sides to take hold of her thighs. His thumbs stroked along her soft inner-thigh flesh as he spread her legs open wider, splaying her pussy before him.
Damien licked his lips and angled his hips, sliding the tip of his cock on down along her slit until it was positioned at the entrance to her womanhood. There he was before her, his shoulders and arms wide, his sculpted body on display as he admired the sight of their loins pressed together.
She whimpered and squirmed, writhing anxiously for what was to come. But as her slit coated his shaft in her slick honey, he pulled back and away, dashing her needful desires and making her groan sadly.
Lifting her two legs, Damien lowered himself down, getting between her legs as he eyed her femininity with a hungry glint in his gaze. He leaned in, took a deep breath, let her scent fill his flared nostrils as he shut his eyes.
It made her cheeks flush an even deeper red, embarrassment taking over for the brief moment before his appreciation was done… and he lapped along her slit, tasting her. The warm tongue lashing along her most private of places, tasting her arousal, and making her moan despite the conflicting emotions.
It felt so good that she couldn’t even bring herself to be self-conscious about it, that wet muscle working over her most sensitive skin.
Damien was in full control, and with his bulging arms he kept her legs pinned back as he tongued her pussy, circling her clit at the end of each tongue-lashing. His motions only grew more tenacious as he got a craving for her cunt.
She reached down, grasping at his head, running her fingers through his hair as she panted and moaned. He was insatiable, and all she could see of him was his broad shouldered back, muscles bunching as he bent himself to her loins, eating her out with a frenzied hunger.
The at times slow, languid drag of his tongue along her sensitive bud, followed by the fast dashes and swirls, skirting its edge. He would drive her close to the brink, only to find a new rhythm and motion and make her squirm in a whole new way.
“Please!” she begged, her words having been babbling from her pouty lips for some time, her body dewy with perspiration as chest heaved. She wanted relief so bad, wanted him so bad. To feel the bliss he was so close to providing, to feel the press of his manhood filling her up and making that empty place within her feel whole.
He didn’t heed her pleas, but sated his own hunger for her flavour. Though his laps ceased as he suckled at her clit one final time, before pulling away with a pop, freeing her from the suctioning hold of his lips.
Damien rose before her again, pulling away his clothing, kneeling with his full, hard torso bare. Rippling muscle on display as he wiped away her glistening moisture from around his mouth and swallowed down her juices.
“You’re ready,” he growled, his voice so deep and coarse, the man turned beast before her very eyes, driven by carnal desire.
Careful with her body, the towering brute bent back her knees and kept her legs splayed, her pussy on display. His throbbing cock stood out, firm and ready, gliding over her wet slit. Britney couldn’t help but try to rock her hips against it in turn, but she was held firmly in place, kept to his mercies.
Damien took his time, or so it seemed when every second felt like a minute. He rubbed his cock against her pussy, letting that pulsating, veiny shaft glide along her sacred spot, as no one had done before. She was whimpering and mewling and practically begging to be fucked by then, but her miserable waiting was nearly over.
With one final slide back, Damien let his cock hang just by the mere tip, that purple crown so swollen as it lodged right at the en
trance to her pussy. Then slowly, his powerful hips pushed and he began to slide into her. A thick, hard cock causing the pink petals of her pussy to blossom around his manhood as he sank further and further in.
Britney cried out, her poor, virginal cunny lips strained and red as they stretched around such an immense shaft. She cried out his name, but the slow push of his organ continued, stretching her narrow little canal around him, making her pussy into a tight sleeve for his cock.
Damien moaned, a deep, gravelly sound as he sank into her. She was so tight it made even that giant of a man waver, though her plea for him to stop made him relent. The brute paused as she panted and writhed.
“Too much! You’re too big!” she whimpered, but both of their gazes were ultimately drawn to the sight of her pussy stretched around his shaft, that thick girth still not entirely inside of her.
He gave her a breather, a moment to calm herself, to slowly simmer down that heaving bosom of hers as his own dick pulsated with desire. Each new throb stretching her cunt just a little bit more, making her squirm and squeal.
Damien’s two big, rough hands moved up from her thighs, around her waist, keeping her pinned in place as he resumed again, intent upon burying the last of his length into her molten hot pussy.
She cried out and writhed, but he kept her in place until finally… at last, the two of them were joined together wholly. Damien’s cock lodged deep inside her, it’s pulsating length encased so snugly in the walls of her pussy, their loins pressed together tight.
Britney panted, and then Damien bent down and drowned her noises with a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss, in which his tongue lashed at hers and swirled about her mouth momentarily, her taste still rich on his tongue. He ran his hands up her sides to her breasts, and held her beneath him as their lay entwined.
They stayed like that for so long, as Damien let her grow accustomed to the new feeling of being full. Being so excruciatingly and blissfully full. He felt her up, kneaded her flesh and tasted her lips. The two of them slowly beginning to grow used to being one.
In time Britney began to rock against him, the pain subsided as her desires flowed. She yearned to feel him move against her once more, no longer just resting atop and against her.
Damien was only too happy to oblige.
That thick shaft slowly pulled back, tugging upon her labia as it went, making Britney moan. That slick little pussy clinging to him before he pushed back inside, filling her once more. It was the slow beginning to a building thrust, each new push of his cock a little harder, coming on a little faster.
Damien kissed her upon the mouth, their lips smacking between sounds of her moans and his lewd, low grunts. All the while the couch creaked beneath them, his great weight putting strain upon the old sofa.
“Oh Damien,” she moaned, her nails lightly scraping along his bulging biceps, up to his shoulders. Her words were all but lost amid the sounds of their lovemaking though, the rising slap of his balls against her round ass cheeks adding to the cacophony.
Those powerful hands of his guided her legs up over his hips and around his waist as he continued to pummel into her. Their bodies so perfectly entwined like that, she was able to help keep him in check — if only the slightest bit — as his raging passions threatened to overtake him and spur him on to pound her into oblivion.
Britney was fast losing all grasp on reality though, her vision fogged over as her eyes rolled back into her head, her throat hoarse with the incessant moans and squeals. She was being pummeled into blissful climax, and it was like her conscious self became separated from her physical being, but at the same time utterly chained to its primal pleasures and sensations.
Damien’s body rippled and bulged as his muscles propelled him into her again and again, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. Britney’s spine arched in a feline sort of manner, her body contorted as the fiery sensations spider webbed from her loins out through her body and all her limbs, until her whole body was electric with sensations.
She cried out, her words unintelligible but for his name, as her very first climax hit her with such intensity. She jolted and writhed as a gush of warm honey coated his cock and balls and she clenched him all the tighter with the hold of her pussy.
Damien didn’t relent, even as her spasming grasp made him grunt and moan. He pounded her through her intense climax and beyond. The battering of his cock persisting despite her pleas and whimpers, until she was brought to the cusp of her second orgasm.
It was there, as she shook and clenched about him that finally, the hulking brute was undone. Damien’s broad torso shuddering as his balls tightened, and a fiery sensation travelled the length of his shaft as he came. Hard.
He moaned her name as he bucked his hips, haphazardly spilling his rich, virile seed into her fertile depths. The two were slaves to lust by then, and no thought was given by either to the consequences of their actions. They could only think of each other and their desire to rut and remain one, even as he filled her womb with his rich cream.
They were a sweaty, glistening mess together as their loins remained locked and Damien slowly lowered himself down upon her. They entangled deeper, breathing heavily in the aftermath of their bliss. Lips locked they kissed and fondled each other, sliding their hands along each other’s bodies, enjoying the closeness, the buzz of their nerves so overwrought from their intense climaxes.
Her arms wrapped about his neck, holding him close, needing the security that his warm, strong body provided. She was shaky still after her multiple orgasms, at the shock at what they’d done, and yet she’d never felt more blissful in her short life.
“Damien,” she purred against his mouth, feeling his shaft still pulse with life, even after he’d finished. She was sore yet longed for more, to experience making love with him again and again.
Her fingers dug into his back, as if she were afraid that if she’d let him go, he’d disappear like a dream.
After her brief escape from reality to mourn the loss of her adopted father, Britney returned to life at the diner. It was a sad shift, not that she found workin’ there particularly sad before. But for a brief moment, it seemed like Damien and her were on their way towards somethin’ even better.
Something that she could really see a future in, which she’d never thought of the diner as.
“Hey, you wanna clean-up for me here? The lunch crowd has finally cleared out and I need a smoke break,” said her co-worker, Anne.
“Oh yeah, sure,” Britney said, taken out of her stupor by the request.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You’ve just been a lil’ off since ya’ll got back from the funeral. Must’ve been rough,” Anne said sympathetically.
“Yeah, it ain’t nothin’. You go take your break,” Britney insisted, pulling the dirty dishes off the countertop and bringing them to the back, makin’ way to wipe down the counter.
Truth was though, she had more than the sad loss of her adopted father to mourn. Even more than Damien takin’ off after their stay together, though that’d shattered her heart into a million pieces. She couldn’t even tell no one, not really, and so she suffered in silence.
Especially since returnin’ back to her old life, she never did get her period. It was really startin’ to worry her.
“It was just one night, probably just the worryin’,” she reassured herself in her own head, trying not to dwell on the consequences of her one reckless evening, and the man she’d lost her virginity to.
When her shift finally ended, Britney tied up her apron and grabbed her coat.
“See ya’ll later,” she said with a smile and a wave, doin’ her best not to betray any of her worrying or concerns. If she was pregnant, she couldn’t afford to raise the kid on her own. The will said she’d get the farm, but… what could she do with it all on her lonesome?
She was just one person, and if she was havin’ to raise a child on top of it all, she’d be worse than useless.
She just need some fresh air, and a way to forget about Damien just like he’d forgotten about her. The thought made her sick to her stomach, and she didn’t want to believe that was true.
“Penny for your thoughts,” came a familiar, gravelly voice as she approached her apartment buildin’, a low four story building that only housed a few people.
“Huh?” Britney said, raising her head and lookin’ to the source of the question.
And there he was, like straight out of her head, lookin’ as good as ever: Damien.
He was wearin’ his leather jacket, leanin’ back on his motorcycle. And holdin’ a bouquet of flowers.
“What are you doing here?” Britney asked, eyes wide in shock and surprise, her voice rather weak as she didn’t know what to make of his sudden reappearance after a week apart.
“Well,” he began, lickin’ at his lips, thinkin’ it over, “I really liked playin’ house with you there for a while.” He made it sound like a game, but when he pushed off the bike, he came to her, reached out his free hand towards one of hers as he bent one knee and lowered himself down. “Thought maybe you’d like to do it some more… y’know. Forever maybe.”
He was grinnin’ at her as she still stared, dumbfounded.
“But you never said word one before you took off,” she said, shocked. Flabbergasted, the old Mr. Drake would say.
“Well, when a man puts his mind to somethin’, he gets kinda singularly focussed, Brit. And well… I had to go shop for somethin’ real special,” he said, as he pushed a small, velvety box into her palm.
“So how’s about it, babe?” he asked again, the bouquet of fragrant flowers in one hand as he smiled up at her. “Marry me and I’ll make sure ya never regret it,” he declared, his voice deep and confident.
She didn’t need to flip open the ring box, examine what was inside, to know her answer. Her face lit up and before she could think a single thought she blurted out:
