Page 39 of Stalked By the Linebacker

“Take me,” she whined, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my waist.

“Take what, mi vida? What do you want me to have? Have you been saving something for me?” I asked while peppering small kisses over her chin and neck and edge of her lips, holding her hands tight up above her head.

“My cherry,” she whined beautifully.

“You want me to pop this virgin pussy?”

“Yes!” she hissed. My girl was starting to get greedy. Her pretty hips ground against me, trying to get us to connect the very way we were meant to.

“You know what that will mean?” I asked, sawing my hips back and forth, my cock sliding between her glistening lips. Making sure to rub her clit just like she seemed to like.

“Forever,” she answered. I lifted my hips, and with one punishing stroke, I not only sunk inside of her, I demolished the small barrier she’d saved for me. Libby screamed out, and my lips crushed hers to swallow the sounds, keep them locked deep inside of me, like I was inside of her.

She felt like heaven. It was hell to try and find a way to stay completely still. She tried to get loose from my hold, but I didn’t let her. She moaned and writhed beneath me, but I wasn’t going to let her out of my hold.

Not yet at least.

My breathing was jagged, almost painful, as I stayed still, balls deep inside of her. “Fuck, princess, talk to me. You feel too good. Do you need me to stop?”

“God no, hell no!” She shook her head, leaning up to kiss me and accidentally shifting us, forcing me to take her just a little deeper. “Oh god,” ahe moaned. “You’re so big.”

“Libby––“

“Thick. I feel you… oh god.” Her head sunk down on the pillows, and I was quickly losing control. “You feel so good.” Her hips moved slowly, taking me in and out of her.

“Look at you, mi vida. Fucking yourself on my cock.” I glanced down to where we were connected. A smear of the evidence of her virginity and her slick wetness coated my shaft. “You look so fucking good stuffed with my cock. Look at how I stretch you.”

“I feel so full,” she whined. My lips quirked upward.

“Good.” I wanted her stuffed with me.

I let go of her hands, and they quickly wrapped their way around the back of my neck. We kissed as I pulled out of her pussy, making sure to keep my tip in her warmth before pressing in a little more. Shallow slow thrusts had both of our bodies slick with sweat. Her hands gripped my shoulders before her pretty nails started to dig down my back.

“Princess,” I tried to warn as she opened wider, trying to top from the bottom. “Libby.”

“More. Harder,” she started to say, slightly incoherent. “Hector, honey, I need more. Please,” she panted, meeting me shallow thrust for shallow thrust. My innocent little girl was cock hungry, and I was going to ruin her. Keep her addicted to my cock and tied to my side forever.

“More?” I grunted. “You want it hard?”

“Yes.”

“Rough?”

“Yes.”

“I can take you any way I want, and you will fucking love it, won’t you?”

“Yes. Please!”

“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl for her man,” I mumbled against her lips before pulling my dick out of her pussy.

“Hector,” she whined. Before she was done pronouncing my name, I thrust back into her tight little snatch, swallowing each and every sound as I gave it to her exactly like she wanted.

In the back of my head, I knew I should have taken it slow. Soft and sweet for her first time, and the next round would be exactly that. But the monster inside me was ravenous. We both were.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck and let the animal inside of me take control. It was savage and rough. Wild and uninhibited. Primal ferocity that had taken over while I pounded her. The only sounds in the room were of our heavy breathy moans and bodies slapping skin to skin in the most perfect erratic rhythms. Her pussy squelched around me every time I sunk deep into her tight body.

My hand reached down between us because I knew I was too close to even warn her. Before I touched her clit, her cunt clamped down around me and milked me while her nails embedded themselves in my shoulders in a way I knew would leave marks. That bit of pain mixed with the way her orgasm milked my cock had me losing my load. I gasped her name into her skin before biting down on her shoulder, and I could have sworn she spasmed around my cock again.

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