Demyan
I pull off my clothes while she lies before me, spread across my kitchen island, trembling.
My cock has never been so hard, so ready, so desperate to be buried deep inside her. I squeeze the base in a bid to ward off the pleasure.
Her legs are still in the air, a perfect ‘V’ leading me to the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Dripping with her arousal and my spit. I own this pussy now. I’m going to ruin her for anyone else. I’ll make sure that, whatever happens, she will never forget her first time with me.
I line up the swollen head of my cock with her entrance. She whimpers a little when I begin to push in.
I press ahead, her slick cunt taking me slowly, but with a little resistance as her body stretches to accommodate me.
“Demyan,” she breathes, “it’s too much.”
“If you want me to stop, say it.”
She lifts her head and meets my eyes, then drops them to where we are joined. “No.” she says, swallowing. “How are you so thick?”
I grin and press harder into her.
She cries out and I pause, waiting for her body to tell me she can take this, take me. When I feel her relax around me, I press again. I’m so close to being fully inside her now that I’m seeing stars.
“Just a little more, Tamsin. I’m almost there.”
I thrust forward one last time until I can feel her tight cunt squeeze the base of my cock. My balls are pressed hard against her ass and her juices are coating my mound.
“Look, you did it,” I say. “Look at how well your perfect pussy has taken me.”
She squeezes me again in response, though I’m not sure that’s something she is controlling.
She lets out a long, low moan. “I know, baby,” I say, hooking my hands around her thighs. “I know it takes some getting used to, but I promise this is all for you. My cock is for your pleasure and only your pleasure.”
I kiss her calf while her cunt relaxes its grip on me enough that I can begin to move. I only move the slightest bit to start with, a fraction of an inch out and in again, using the fingers of one hand to stroke the area around her still swollen clit.
“Fuck me if you’re not the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” I say, pulling out a little more.
She is whimpering more with each movement.
“Tell me if you need me to stop. If it’s too much.”
“It is too much,” she says. “But I don’t want you to stop, Demyan. I want to know what it feels like.”
“What what feels like, Tamsin?”
“All of it. Everything. Demyan, please, I promise you won’t hurt me.”
I don’t believe her, so I listen to her body instead of her words, each time her quivering pussy relaxes a little around me, I make my move, a quick, short thrust out and in. I lick my fingers and with each thrust back into her, I stroke around her clit.
After doing this for a few minutes her pelvis starts to rock, wanting more, so I give it to her. Deeper thrusts, a slightly quicker pace, now rubbing circles over her sensitive nub.
Her whimpering has turned to a moan. A low vibration that seems to come from her chest. Her hands come to her tits and squeeze, one dark pink nipple getting caught between two fingers and her hips buck. She lifts her head and her eyes open, fixing on my cock plunging into her.
She is so wet, the kitchen fills with the sound of us fucking.
I grit my teeth as the edges of my vision blurs.
The first wave of pleasure takes me by surprise, and I can’t hold it back as the first rope of cum escapes me.
I press myself as deeply as I can into her warm cunt, the next spurt drawing a moan from my throat, but it’s the next one that has my knees buckling.
Her cunt tightens and she screams, her back arching as she milks my cock.
“Yes,” I cry out, moving my hand from her leg to her tit and squeezing hard. “Take all my cum, drain me.”
Her screams turn into cries, and then gasps, as her whole body tightens one last time and releases.
My cock twitches, my balls feel drained. I pull from her slowly. Her pussy no longer having the strength to grip me and watch my cum leak from her.
I reach behind me, stretching to turn on the faucet and run the warm water.
Pulling a clean towel from the drawer, I soak it and press it against her pussy.
She jumps a little at the contact, and then lowers her legs until they are resting on my shoulders.
I keep the warm towel pressed there for ten minutes, just looking at her spread out before me.
She is beautifully wrecked.
I carry her to my bed.
“Do you have to be anywhere today?” I ask her as she curls against my chest.
“No,” she says.
I help her into bed, her legs still shaking and head back to the kitchen to make her some fruit and yogurt which I carry through to her with a mug of coffee.
“Do you always look after your women this well?” she asks, a little more alert now.
I think about it for a moment. “I’ve never had a woman in my bed before. I’ve certainly never made one breakfast. I’ve never really done relationships either.”
Her hazel eyes come to mine and stay there.
“That was something else,” she says. “What we just did.”
I nod. “Yeah, it was. Are you okay? Are you sore?”
“Yes,” she says. “A little…actually quite a bit. You’re very…erm…large.”
“I should have stopped.”
“No,” she says, the word sharp and clear. “I didn’t want you to stop, and I have no regrets. It’s just going to take some getting used to is all.”
I grin. “So, you’re willing to do it again?”
“Absolutely. Once I’ve come back down to earth.”
“I can help with that,” I offer, and pull her feet from under the sheets and onto my lap. I massage her feet while she talks about dancing on the ship. What her favorite routines are, which was her favorite competition as a kid. How she isn’t sure what her future looks like.
She looks at me then, her eyes tracking over my tattoos and scars and the things I don’t usually show anyone in the light.
But she doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t ask any questions. She looks at me and accepts me exactly as I am in that moment, and that feeling of calm washes over me again.
She sits up a little more, then leans forward, pulling her feet from my lap and kissing me.
Her knees come either side of my hips and I harden instantly. She feels it and looks down, lowering herself against the underside of my thick shaft.
Slickness from earlier, drips from her pussy and wets me instantly, creating the friction she needs while she kisses me. She glides her slit over the length of me, slowly at first, then gaining pace as her pleasure increases.
I cup her tits and tease her nipples while she chases her release. The head of my cock parting her folds and bumping against her clit with every pass.
When she comes, she throws her head back and grinds hard against me, squirting a small amount of her arousal onto the head of my cock.
She slows down, moaning lightly as she continues to grind circles on me, bringing herself down slowly.
I press her back into the pillows and suck one of her now soft nipples into my mouth. She yelps a little, and I take my cock in my hand, stroking her slick around it with my hand before beginning to pump.
“I want you to come on my pussy,” she says, her voice low.
“On it?” I ask, as pleasure tingles down my shaft.
“Yes, I want to see it splatter against my clit.” She spreads her legs wide for me.
“Look at what you’ve already done to me,” she says, parting her pussy lips with her fingers.
Her entrance is still stretched out, frilled where it stretched around me earlier.
Her skin is red from grinding against me.
“You filled me with your cum, now it’s time to coat me in it. ”
Fuck.
I didn’t expect that to come out of her mouth.
I pump my cock faster. “Keep talking,” I grunt.
She snakes her other hand behind her, lifting one ass cheek so she can reach herself from behind and slides two fingers into her entrance up to the second knuckle. “You’ve ruined me, Demyan. Your massive cock wrecked my tight pussy. Look at my cunt, Demyan. Look at what you did to me.”
“You wanted it,” I manage to say as my balls tighten.
“I wanted it then; I want it now. Cover me in your cum Demyan.”
I explode. Tamsin yelps in surprise as the first spurt splatters over her with enough force that her eyes roll back in her head.
The second follows, coating her lips and her fingers begin working her clit fast. The third hits her hand and I press the head of my cock against her entrance so the last spurt of my cum enters her.
She comes again, weaker this time, her eyes locked on my dripping, spent cock.
When it subsides, she is panting, her heart beating hard enough I can see her pulse.
“Fuck,” she says.