Page 53 of Lilies in Autumn

“Yes, just keep going slow.” I lean down to kiss her, needing the feel of her lips on mine.

“Next rung, baby.” She stiffens as I slide in another inch, breaking her barrier. “Fuck, Ava, I’m sorry. Do you want me to stop?” I’ve never been this fucking paranoid before and all I can think about is how she’s feeling.

“Just give me a minute,” she breathes out.

We continue like that, slipping in further, stretching her wider, pausing for full minutes while my cock grows harder inside her until, finally, she’s taken every last piercing and is filled with me.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a fucking good girl, taking my entire cock. How do you feel?”

“Jesus, Grey. I feel so full.” Her hips press upward, and my vision blackens. “But so good.”

Stilling her hips, I warn, “I don’t want to hurt you, give me a minute before I fuck you into this mattress.”

“Greyson, if you do not start moving your hips, I will throw you off of me and find a goddamn cucumber in your refrigerator to get me off.”

I raise an eyebrow, smirking at her challenge. “I thought virgins were supposed to be shy?”

“I have never been shy, and I thought Vikings were supposed to know how to fuck.”

Challenge fucking accepted. I pull back, nearly taking my dick out before pushing back in slowly, making sure she feels every piercing as they rub along her inner walls. “How’s that feel, vixen? Does it feel like you’re being fucked by a Viking, baby?” I repeat the movement, grabbing her hips to pull her closer, fully impaling her on each forward thrust.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she chants. I’m fucking relieved my roommates aren’t home to hear her. These screams are mine.

“Not God, baby. Say my fucking name.” I lean forward, changing the angle and hitting deeper with each pass. I slow even further, twisting my pelvis and grinding against her clit each time I surge forward.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight. So fucking wet.” I reach my hand between us, rubbing on her clit. “Goddamn, you’re taking my cock like such a good girl.” She’s fucking dripping at my words. Her cries grow louder and her movements get more frantic, like she’s desperate to find her release.

“That’s right, fucking chase it, vixen. Fuck my cock.” She’s meeting each thrust with her own, our hips moving in a chaotic rhythm. “Fucking knew you’d be like this, vixen, perfect for me. Fucking shit, these tits.” I bend over her, grabbing a nipple between my teeth. I bite the hard peak before releasing it. “Come on my fucking cock, let me feel that pussy squeeze me. Show me how much you fucking want it.”

“Oh my God, Greyson. Grey, Grey—” Ava breaks off, throwing her head back in a silent scream. Her pussy squeezes me, and I fucking lose it.

“Fuck, vixen. I’m going to come in this tight little cunt, fucking paint your walls white.” I piston my hips forward, stilling when I’m buried balls deep inside her. “Fuck,” I growl, gripping her hips tighter as I find my release. We stay joined for long minutes, our cum mixing and seeping further into her.

Pulling out, I look down at where our bodies were joined and stare at the blood from her virginity and my thick white cum leaking out. Tracing her lips with my fingers, I push my cum back into her, refusing to let a single fucking drop go to waste.

Ava

If I thought that losing my virginity and sleeping with Grey would make him lose interest in me, then I was wrong. Most definitely, unequivocally wrong.

After showering together, which led to Grey rubbing my body down with his body wash and teasing me until I begged him to use his mouth, fingers, or dick to ease the ache between my legs, we ate the reheated tortilla and binge-watched Netflix. He refused to relieve the tension he built during the shower, probably because he’s a masochist, but mostly because he worried that I would be too sore for a second round. When I tried to leave his bed at one in the morning to drive home, he grabbed me around my waist and pinned me down, threatening another spanking if I left his house before morning. He held me tightly against him all night and ran his fingers lightly over my body, a whisper of what he had already done to me.

By the time he finally let me out of bed, just before nine in the morning, I was throbbing with the need for another orgasm and more than a little annoyed with Grey’s self-control. I could feel the hardness of his dick through the briefs he wore to bed, so I know he was affected. Annoyingly, every time I pressed my ass against his erection, he would just chuckle and say, “My sweet little vixen,” or “Are you hungry for my cock, baby?” before pulling back and pinning my hips in place.

So freaking annoying.

I disappear into his en suite bathroom to clean up before driving back to the dorms. Not finding an extra toothbrush in his vanity or medicine cabinet, I steal Grey’s. At this point, traces of his cum are still inside me, so does it matter if we share oral hygiene products? The answer is probably, “Yes it does matter,” but I’m not going to give it too much thought.

Grey’s sitting on his bed waiting for me when I exit the bathroom, staring at me with a hard expression on his face. My stomach immediately drops; no positive conversation has proceeded a face like that.

“Vixen, let’s talk before you drive home.” Grey holds his hand out to me, and like a fool, I take it. He pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me and anchoring me to his body. Silence engulfs us, and I can’t help but squirm, both uncomfortable by the silence and the conversation I can’t help but dread, but also from the arousal I feel from being nestled against him. Grey’s arms squeeze me, stilling my movements. “Dammit, vixen, you’ll make me lose my damn mind if you don’t stop grinding that sweet ass against me.”

“You better start talking then because nothing good comes from ‘let’s talk,’” I comment.

Grey lets out a small laugh, and I feel his warm breath against my neck. “Relax, vixen. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I want to talk about the party tonight.”

“What about it?”

“Your sister and her friend will be there, right?”

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