Page 6 of Ruckus

“I’m gonna need to get you ready, stretch you a little, okay?” What I’ve been blessed with doesn’t seem like such a gift when I know it’s gonna hurt her. “Spread your legs for me, wide as you can get ‘em. I promise it will hurt less.” I look down at her naked pussy, innocent, untouched and ready to be ruined. Just the thought of being inside it almost has me coming all over her skin.

My fingers lower between her legs, stroking her between her pussy lips, and the moans she makes tells me she likes it.

“That’s right, the wetter you get for me, the easier this will be,” I whisper, resting on my arm and taking in every detail of her face as she coats my fingers with her pleasure.

“That feels really good,” she tells me, keeping her eyes tightly closed like she’s embarrassed.

“Open your eyes.” I circle my finger around her entrance a few times before sliding inside, and her eyes flick open as her legs clamp tight around my arm.

“Holy shit.” She looks at me stunned and holds her breath, while I hold still inside her.

“Relax,” I remind her, feeling how tight she is and wondering how the fuck she’s gonna take my dick.

“It’s okay.” She nods bravely as I start to stroke inside her, stretching her walls to make some room for my cock. I use my thumb to massage her pulsing little clit to give her a distraction, and when her moans start to get louder and my finger gets slicker, I realize that she’s going to come.

“Ruckus,” she says my name and clamps her hand around my forearm.

“It’s okay…fuck.” Her channel squeezes tight around my finger and when I slide in another one she throws back her head and moans even louder. Her back arches from the mattress, forcing my fingers in knuckle deep and with them buried inside her she comes for me, looking confused and enthralled all at the same time.

“Was that…? Did I just…?” Her body stops thrashing and she looks at me with the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen.

“You sure as hell did and I think you're ready now.” I reach over to the bedside drawer and feel around for a rubber. Polly never fails to keep these rooms stocked. I guess she learned her lesson all those years ago when she got herself knocked up. No soul has ever taken responsibility for her son.

Freya watches me intently as I slide the rubber over my cock and check that it’s secure, then she blows out a nervous breath as I line myself up against her.

“Remember what I said, legs wide, and relax.” I press her knee flat against the mattress and look at her wide spread pussy.

“Wait.” She presses her hand to my chest before I can enter her.

“Have you done this before?” She chews on her lip as her eyes look up at mine then lower to the hard cock I’m about to push inside her.

“Are you kidding me?” I stare down at her.

“Not that… I mean, have you ever been someone's first before?” There's a quiver in her voice.

“I don’t think so,” I admit, wondering why that matters.

“Okay, so do you think we should have a plan, slow and steady or quick and painle—” She looks down at my pulsing cock and seems to lose her words.

“You decide,” I tell her, knowing that either way is going to cause her pain. I wish there was something I could do about it.

“Try slow to start with.” She taps my shoulder and braces herself by blowing out another breath. I steadily push my tip inside her, allowing her to adjust to me.

“You know, it’s really not that bad,” she tells me, despite the fact her legs are trembling against my hips, and when I edge another inch deeper she looks a lot less confident.

“Ya good?” I check, knowing that this stubborn little creature wouldn't give me the satisfaction of letting me know, even if she wasn’t.

“Fine.” She swallows thickly, and when I grab the headboard behind her head and thrust more into her she howls.

I feel her body pushing against me as I break through her barrier, and a rush of relief passes over me when I finally reach her limit.

Now her legs are really shaking and I use my arm to press one of them tight against me and try to steady it.

“Ain’t no going back now, Princess.” I smile down at her apologetically, hoping this won’t be something she regrets in the future, and when she reaches up and wraps her hands around my neck, the way she drags me down on her lips and kisses me softly suggests it won’t be.

“How about you quit talking and fuck me,” she whispers, taking me by surprise when she starts moving her hips against mine. Her pussy must be sore but she refuses to let me see any more of her weakness. I guess she figures I’ve seen enough of that tonight. I do as asks, fucking her deep and slow to start with. She cries out so loud, someone is sure to hear us, but I like the way it sounds and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I decide to try a different angle, and flip her over. Dragging her ass up, I enter her from behind, filling her freshly broken pussy with my cock in one thrust that makes her groan. Her fists clutch at the bed sheet as I gather her long blonde hair in my hand and wrap it around my wrist.

“How does that feel, Princess?” I drag her up so her back is against my chest and my mouth is against her ear

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