Page 81 of Luca
“You’re huge,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to handle something so massive my first time. Massive and – adorned “Why do you have a piercing too?”
I unconsciously reached out and instantly his hard cock twitched, eager for my touch. Coming to my senses, I quickly put my hand back down but couldn’t stop rubbing my thighs together like I was in heat.
He inhaled a heavy breath, then closed his eyes as if he was smelling my arousal. Good God, at this rate, I’d orgasm before he even touched me.
“It feels good against your clit, and when I’m inside you, against your G-spot.” His fingers wrapped around his cock, he tugged up and down, the piercing moving.
“Oh my God! Are you serious?”
He nodded, pre-cum already glistening at the tip of his cock.
“You ready to test it?” he challenged.
I had one last moment of sanity before I became resolute. Iwasdoing this.
“Yeah,” I finally answered.
He took my hand to lead me to the bed, but I was going to make the first move. I wrapped my arms around his neck the minute my knees hit the mattress and fused my mouth to his. God, he tasted good. Like whiskey, sin, and bad decisions.
And still I refused to stop. His hand came around my nape, holding me as he kissed me. Hard. Wet. Possessive. I moaned, trailing my hand down his muscular chest. Lower and lower. His warmth seeped into me and when I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock, a shudder rolled over me.
Everything about this man was pure sex. A single touch by him made me feel more alive than anything I had ever experienced before.
He nudged me backwards and both of us fell back, the mattress bouncing our bodies and dipping under our weight. His body over mine, he rubbed his shaft against my wet folds and my back arched at the delicious feel of it.
“Jesus, I can feel the cold metal,” I panted.
He was about to slam into me when I remembered that I wasn’t on birth control. I also didn’t want the risk of any STDs. I was determined, not stupid. “Condom,” I breathed. “Don’t forget the condom.”
With a grunt, he got off the bed, found his wallet in his pants, and pulled one out. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he handed it to me so I could roll it onto his length. Once I had it on, I took his cock and poised it at my entrance and took a steadying breath.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I whimpered, my hands clutching his shoulders.
Without delay, he pushed into me in one forceful thrust and wedged himself deeply inside of me. The pain was excruciating and I choked. I knew it was going to be painful the first time but Jesus!
“Holy fuck,” he hissed.
He pulled out, almost completely, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back into me with a guttural groan. Again and again, like he was possessed. His muscled chest was coated with a sheen of sweat, making his ink appear vibrant, but I was unable to make them out with the mask on and in the darkness.
I panted, my thighs quivering as I tried to adjust. His fingers gripped my thighs, probably leaving marks but I didn’t care. This felt good. Pain and pleasure mixing.
I thought he said something, but I was too far gone to understand any words. All I heard was the warmth in his voice, which soothed the sting and filled my stomach with heat. One of his hands slipped between us, tracing my stomach down to my pussy until he brushed his fingers over my clit. I moaned. He rubbed it in a circular motion, the slick juices smearing.
He filled every inch of me, and the feeling of him inside me was so intense, I trembled. My moans and his grunts mixed, making erotic sounds.
“Oh. My. God.” I moaned as the pain gave way to pleasure. Amazing pleasure. Earth shattering pleasure.
As he continued to rut into me, my eyes lowered, watching his shaft disappear into my pussy, and I loved the sight. Hovering above me, his pubic bone ground against my clit, sending the most indescribable tingles through me.
“Your pussy is taking me so well,” he praised.
I could no longer keep my eyes open, the feeling he was creating too intense.
“Yes,” I moaned. My fingers clawed at his back as he pumped into me like a mad man. Each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. The wet sounds of our bodies, flesh against flesh, our moans and grunts filled the room and bounced off the walls.
“God. Please,” I screamed as he drove me closer to my first orgasm with a man. God, my vibrator will never feel the same after this.
My feet, with heels still on, wrapped around his waist, my fingers at his back, anchoring him to me as he pushed me closer to the orgasm. The feeling of him was everywhere.
