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“I haven’t counted,” I say, “Whenever I miss you.”
“Holy shit,” he frowns. “I’ve ruined your innocence.”
“But I love it, Albert. I wish I had learned to pleasure myself sooner. From time to time, when I saw hot scenes on TV, I would get a knot down there, but I didn’t know what to do about it. Now I know.”
“Christ!” he says as he puts on a condom. “You’re driving me nuts.”
He straddles me while taking my hand away. “That’s enough. Now let me take over, sweetheart. And after what I do to you, you won’t be satisfied with your own fingers.”
I wait breathlessly for him to show me what he means.
Holding his very long and thick staff, he guides it along my center, bathing it in my juice, triggering more thrilling sensations down my spine. “Stop it,” I whisper. “You’re teasing me.”
He chuckles. “No, sweetheart. I’m not. I’m making it easier for you to take me.”
He nudges the tip of his male organ at my entrance, pushing it carefully as if afraid of breaking me.
“I can take you, Albert,” I beg him. “Just come in already.”
He mutters another curse. “You’re so eager, sassy girl. You don’t know what you’re asking for. Your little pussy will hurt if I don’t stretch it first.”
“I don’t mind,” I whisper.
“Fuck,” he clenches his teeth and thrusts in an inch.
That exquisite feeling causes me to writhe on the bed. “More,” I beg.
He curses again and yields to my demand. Little by little he buries himself inside me.
And then he stops. “Here is your cherry, Elsie, ready?”
I nod vehemently.
Before I know it, an overwhelming, prickling sensation spreads through my walls and my belly. “Ah!” I cry out.
“Did I hurt you? Sweetheart?” Albert asks, sweats beading his forehead.
“No, it doesn’t hurt. I’m fine. Go on, please.”
After that, he plunges in and out with abandon, grasping my breast with one hand and my hip with the other. Like a Greek statue, he rides me like his favorite pony. The lust in his eyes tells me he’ll never tire of me, that he won’t mind being on top of me forever, and together we will live in the land of pleasure.
I don’t know how long it takes. I don’t want it to end. But my body doesn’t cooperate. Soon the tension inside me pushes me to a precipice, and I’m on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall apart.
“Come with me, baby,” Albert suddenly grunts, and his breathing becomes laborious. When he stills for a moment and quickens his pace, I lose it. I close my eyes as fireworks detonate inside me, and I let out a scream.
Albert’s cock throbs inside me. His head throws back and his muscles tighten as his face contorts. When he finally relaxes, he falls on top of me gently and kisses me tenderly. “I love you, Elsie,” he whispers into my ear.
Oh my God! I grin, although I’m exhausted. “I love you, too, Albert,” I say as I clench my walls and feel him once again. It would be nice if we could join like this forever.
Much later, I nearly drift into sleep when I hear his murmuring voice. “Sweet Elsie, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me. I wish I could own you, my little treasure!”
My head is all foggy, and I struggle to think. Why can’t he own me? Is it because of my dad? Because of the job he’s trying to get? I want to ask him, but I can’t fight off my sleepiness.
Chapter 9
Albert
I pull into my driveway with the intention of celebrating the completion of a cheerful day. I’ve had my first job interview with the search committee, which consisted of quite a few open-minded college deans and administrative staff members, to my delight. I have a feeling they agreed with me on many of the issues we spoke about. Next week I’ll have the second interview, and I’ll be dealing with a higher authority, including the president, the vice president, and the Board of Trustees. They’re the more conservative group; thus the interview will be more challenging.
