Page 78 of Forbidden Puck
Reaching blindly at Ryan's muscled waist, I swiped at his sweatpants. They slid over his round butt and his hefty manhood sprang out, bobbing intimidatingly and bulging with veins. The tip was wet with a glossy trail of his excitement that dribbled down his head.
“Oh,” I moaned, “I want to taste you, Ryan.”
He sat back on his haunches, head towards the sky. I knelt between his chiseled thighs and stroked him, my eager eyes on his massive cock. With each tug, he spilled more mouth-watering pre-cum. Ihadto have him in my mouth.
I leaned forward and delicately dabbed my tongue to his wetness. It wassweet,and I wanted more. I swirled my tongue all around his head, licking and sucking at him as if his solid mass were an ice cream cone, until I'd drank all of his nectar.
Needing to taste more of him, I locked my lips around him and pushed down his length.
“Ella,” he groaned.
With every pass into my mouth, his sweet-and-salty taste trickled against my tongue. I sucked him faster, harder, desperate for more of his pre-cum, when he began to pant in warning,
“Ella …! You're gonna make me come—you better slow down!”
But I didn't slow down at all. The idea of him losing control and busting in my mouth so quickly was an incredible turn-on. I sucked him harder, faster, thrashing my tongue against his member, until his whole body trembled and his dick turned as hard as steel in my mouth.
“Fuck,I'm coming!” he roared, grabbing a fistful of my hair.
Powerful threads of his cum jetted against the roof of my mouth, but I didn't stop sucking. I swallowed his juice down, and kept sucking for more, until he grew too sensitive and had to pry me off his cock.
The two of us collapsed on his bed. He put his arms around me and pulled me near.
“Holy shit,” he panted. “That was amazing, Ella.”
I buried my face against his hefty pecs. Each breath carried his salty, masculine scent.
“I liked it, too,” I said shyly. “But …”
“But what?”
“I just made you come, and I was hoping that … y'know …”
He pulled me near. “I'm not done with you yet.”
I grinned uncontrollably. My hand found his cock and I stroked him and, sure enough, he grew rigid in a hurry.
“I love how big you are,” I told him.
I watched as Ryan rolled off me and opened his nightstand drawer. He fetched a condom, tore the package open, and slowly rolled the ring of rubber down his throbbing thickness. My nervous heart beat with excitement.
My very first time.
After having waited for so long, I always wondered how this very moment would go. I'd always tried to picture what the 'perfect guy' might look like, or what we'd done in the day leading up to it.
But having reached my wits' end with hopeless men, I was ready to give up on all that. At age 22, my virginity had become such a burden, such an obstacle, such a needless distraction. After Matthew, I was sure I just wanted to beridof it and fuck the first guy who met the most basic requirements of, 'not a total dick-bag.'
Last night, when I was ready to fuck Ryan, I thought he was the perfect guy for a meaningless first. I didn't care that he wasn't the guy I was waiting for. He wasaguy who had experience and would gladly fuck me and that would be that.
But no. Instead, he turned me down, and sent us on this whirlwind course … and in less than 24 hours later, here we were again—naked, in his bed, and all over each other once again. Only this time, I felt a lot closer to him. And maybe it was just the fact that his eye was marbled and swollen, but I could've sworn he was a lot more vulnerable to me than he was last night.
And I realized, as crazy as it was, thiswasthe moment I'd been waiting for. Ryan was a guy who was willing to risk it all—his best friend, his team, his comfortable lifestyle, maybe even his career—because that's how badly he wanted me.
Maybe, in an ideal world, we'd wait a little longer … get to know each other a little more … something like that. But tomorrow, I'd be gone. And who knows where he'd be tomorrow? All that mattered now was that I liked him, and he liked me, and we both wanted this.
He mounted me in missionary, his soft eyes holding me with reverence and respect, making sure I still wanted this. No words needed to be spoken; I encouraged him with a nod.
Ryan slid the tip of his sheathed manhood against my opening. He glided his bigness up and down my folds—a tease. Each time his cock glanced over my slit but didn't enter me, my whole body quivered with disappointment.
