“Eh, Aria … you’re not … eh a virgin … ” Hell I hope not. I’m not sure I want to deflower a girl … ever … I know I’ll hurt her as I don’t fuck softly … the thought of ripping her open … the blood on my dick …
“No, I had sex with a guy long ago,” she answers quickly, her eyes not leaving my dick. One guy? Why does that make me feel happy? It’s like winning the jackpot … she’s not a virgin … but she only had ONE before me. It couldn’t be more perfect.
Snap out of it Sport! Keep it casual! Great bazooka … why does my subconscious reprimand me for using her nickname for me. And I still don’t know what it means. Ug, I think I might be going nuts. Voodoo, Sport, voodoo! I push my subconscious to the back … where it belongs.
I open her legs, push them slightly up and crawl between them, cradling her between my elbows, my eyes on her flushed face. The little thing is shy … why I don’t know; her body is godly beautiful. The best I’ve ever seen … and I’ve seen a few.
A stray curl covers her forehead and I move it away before my lips crush onto hers.
While kissing her I move my hand between her legs, cupping her vulva, feeling her heat. Then slowly I slip my fingers under her thong and between her folds … fuck, she’s soaking.
“Fuck, Aria, I want you so bad … ” I mumble, circling my index finger over her clit. She moves her hips, her eyes closed.
I thrust a finger into her shaft, my thumb continues its slow sensual assault on her clitoris. She cries out and I push my tongue into her inviting mouth, my other hand capturing her nipple between my fingers, rolling it out.
I lift my head to watch her; she’s so responsive and sensing her pleasure is driving me insane. I keep on fucking her slowly with my fingers and watch her come undone in my hands; I’m ridiculously pleased by the idea.
“Please … Sport,” she begs, stiffening her legs. She’s close. Oh, how I want her. I keep going and she cries out, breathless and panting in her own pleasure. Her body convulses and her eyes roll back in her head as her climax rips through her.
“Holy hell!” she shouts. I thrust a finger into her again; she’s wet; she’s tight; she’s hot; she’s ready. And I want her. I want her so bad.
“Aria, are you sure?” I ask for the last time, hoping for fuck’s sake she won’t say no.
“Yes.”
“Are you on the pill?” Please say yes … the nearest condom is in the bathroom and I would really like to go bareback for the first time … with her.
“Yes,” the smoldering answer is enough for me to position her for the taking.
For once, I’m willing to take the risk … going commando … and if something happens it wouldn’t be so bad … would it? Having a baby with her?
“Are you ready to be fucked?” I don’t wait for an answer but drive in hard and deep.
FUCK. F. U. C. K. Triple fuck. She’s so tight and wet and warm and different. I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s better than I could ever imagine.
A cry slice through the air … was it me or her? Voodoo pussy. The words plummet in my head. I get it now bro … it’s self-explanatory.
I pull out and thrust in again. Sweat pleads over my body and the feeling is overwhelming. I start to move, suddenly wanting her to cum again. I want to claim this girl, own her in every possible way.
She moves her hips, matching my rhythm, thrust for thrust. Her body stiffens and I stop, claiming her mouth with mine. She pulls away.
“Enrique!” she scolds me, begging me, and I fucking love it. I plunge in hard and fast; increasing my rhythm with each thrust.
“Oh, boy,” she cries out as she floods, tipping back her head, and biting her lip. The sight of her ecstasy combined with her orgasm clenching me is enough to make me explode. I lose all logic and reason, my mind a total flubber blank as I call out her name and cum violently inside her. Going on a high I’ve never been to before.
When I eventually open my eyes I’m panting; my body shaking; I push my forehead against hers. We stare at each other with wild eyes. That was fucking unbelievable.
“Fuc … flip, Aria.” For the first time through this whole session, I seem to remember that the girls are teaching us to not swear so much … for the children’s sake. Ship. I’m undone.
I pull out and fall down on the bed next to her. I’m not sure what’s going on with me, but I am sure this is not normal. I mean, I’m the player … the man-whore … I should know. I watch from the corner of my eyes how her still naked breasts rise up and down with each breath.
“I want to do that again,” she says and her eyes meet mine. I’m not going to say no to that. Not in a million years. I lean over and start kissing her, feeling my dick fill to an abnormal hardness almost immediately. This time I shove in hard and fast – I have a need to prove that she’s not any different from other girls. But instead, I cum even harder than before. Fuck!
She curls up beside me, falling asleep almost immediately, and I pull the long-discarded blanket that was previously around her shoulder over us, hugging her against my chest.
I stare into the darkness, my mind overflowing. There’s no way I’m gonna sleep now, so I quietly get out of bed and head to the kitchen. I stop abruptly, staring at the mess I made on the floor for a while. The blood; the sauce; the glass; it was like something out of my nightmares. But the accompanying pain and guilt that usually follows it, don’t cut through me like usual, there’s only a slight stinging sensation.
Her wriggling body under mine comes to mind … the lustful look in her eyes. Fuc … flip! She’s getting too close to my walls … I need to stop this. There’s no future for us … in a few months she’ll be leaving … the contract will be finished. And I will be devastated; more broken; lost. This has to stop. It was a mistake. I need her to stay away from me and my heart.
I have to tell her, I have to keep her at a distance. I flick a finger through the sauce in the pan on the stove and stick it into my mouth. Mm. It’s really good.