Page 20 of My Virgin Puck

- CHAPTER EIGHT -

Madison

Mason’s eye run the length of my body.

I’m naked. Exposed.

And I’ve never felt sexier.

“Are you sure baby?”

Mason’s voice is thick and sexy. It’s helped by the fact he’s hunched over me, his rippled chest tense as he grips his hard length readying himself to take me as his own. My fingers trail down the ridges of his abs, each divot sending a wave of heat through my body, and I know I’m ready for this.

This is how its supposed to be. This is why I’ve waited.

I could have fucked any random guy. I’ve had my chances, even a plus-sized chick gets hit on by guys believe it or not.

But I never imagined I would be in bed with Mason Miller, star of the Vancouver Vikings and the sweetest man I’ve ever met.

“I’m sure. I want you,” I say, my voice drifting from my mouth and feeling like it’s someone else’s.

This whole night has been magical. The set up of the café. The lengths Mason has gone to to make this a special night. The custom designed menu of his own creations.

And now, it’s about to be topped with the sweetest popped cherry ever.

Mason reaches over to the table and I hear the metallic sound of foil unwrapping. I push up on my elbows and grab the wrapper from Mason, who just looks at me with a confused gleam.

“I want to feel you,” I say, tossing the condom to the side. “All of you.” Mason goes to open his mouth, but I press a firm finger to his hot lips. “It’s ok. I’m protected. I’m on the pill.”

Mason’s shoulders relax, and his attention quickly focuses back between my legs. He nudges forward, is hooded gaze lingering over my wetness. I feel it drip, it’s odd, but also fucking hot at the same time.

Slowly, Mason guides the tip of his cock over my folds. A surge of sensitive tickles ripple through me and I’m biting down on my lip, waiting for the moment. It would be so easy to forget that he is a virgin too, but his hand is shaking and he’s trying to steady himself with huge deep breaths that make his chest grow bigger and bigger.

I scuttle down the bed and as I do, Mason’s dick slides beneath my swollen folds and inches ever so slightly inside of me. Mason feels it, and he removes his hand. He drops down and presses a kiss to my forehead, slowly moving his hips so he enters inside of me.

“Baby… Oh, baby…”

Mason kisses my face. First my cheeks, then my nose. He moves to my mouth and smothers me. Our bodies groove and slip around the sheets. I feel his length slowly working deeper through my tightness and with every inch he enters deeper, I’m gasping and biting down on his lip.

It’s kissing like I’ve never had before. It’s deep. Powerful. Loving.

And with every sensual pash we share, Mason guides his hips deeper. It’s hurting, just like I thought it would. Mason is a big guy, and even without experience I can feel that he’s wonderfully gifted in that region.

I’m ready for it though, and Mason’s taking his time. Slowly but surely, he pushes deeper inside and I feel my wetness beginning to ease him in.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Mason growls, his eyes heavy. “Are you ok?”

I can’t help but smile. My chest is tight, and my stomach feels like it’s clenching up, but it’s not a bad feeling. I’m having sex. And Mason is taking care of me like he’s the experienced one.

“I’m good,” I say, smiling. “Is it ok for you?”

I make damn sure to check in with him too. This is his moment, too. And after the effort he’s made, I owe him that.

“Perfect,” Mason says, running a hand down my body and gripping my hip.

He increases the movement of his hips, and with each thrust, he’s permitted deeper and deeper by my body. The pain is subsiding, instead being replaced by a striking hot burst of pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Mason reaches down and with the tip of his finger, he circles my clit. With each twirl of his thick finger, I squirm and arch my back, choking back the scream that I so want to let out, but I’m nervous about sounding like an idiot.

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