chapter 41
Matleon
I lie down on the bed, hands behind my head. “Let’s play a game, Angel.”
She’s sitting near me, legs folded to one side. “What game?”
I take one hand out from under my head and slowly rub her thigh, riding her shorts up further. “That very old game where you have to answer the question the other person asks, or remove one piece of clothing.”
She nods, shifting closer to me. “Alright. I’ll ask you the first question.” She grins, mischief dancing across her lovely face.
“Go on,” I say, my fingers tracing the outline of her panty beneath her shorts.
She glances at my hand, then back up at my face. “What did you imagine the first time when you… you know… did the thing thinking about me?”
I chuckle at her flushed face. “You mean, what did I imagine while I jerked off imagining fucking you for the first time?”
She nods, biting her lower lip.
I pull my hand away from her shorts and drag her onto me. She lays half on top of me, half on the bed, head propped up, watching intently as I start to answer her question.
“I was looking at your photo… wait, let me show you which one.” I take out my phone, open the folder under her name, and scroll through the photos.
There are all the pictures I’ve captured of her, the ones she’s sent me, and a few she uploaded on social media.
I scroll through the images. “You have so many pictures of mine,” she says in surprise.
I chuckle and open the image I want to show her. It’s the photo Wen uploaded from that very Christmas—that made me realize my dick could actually respond for a woman. Otherwise, people like Kaz had already declared me asexual.
“So I was looking at this photo.” I zoom in on her face. She’s sipping a drink through a straw. “This image is cute, but with a hard dick, it could easily transform into a jerking material,” I tell her, making her scrunch her nose in protest.
“All I need to do is imagine my dick between your lips. It’s a little difficult, considering my cock is way thicker than this straw, but as I told you, hard-dick imaginations are wild.”
I turn off my phone and focus entirely on her. “So, I imagined you sucking my dick.”
She presses her face into my chest. “You feel no hesitation in answering any kind of question. How are you so shameless?” she groans.
I laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll become shameless too, in some time. Now, answer my question. What did you think of while rubbing your kitty for the first time?” I ask, grinning.
She lifts her face up. “I’ll choose to remove one garment.”
I raise a brow. She removes her t-shirt, and her breasts come into view, her bra covering only a small portion of them. Damn this dim light.
I grab her shoulders, press her down, and move on top of her.
“Now tell me, Angel… what did you imagine?”
“But I removed one piece of clothing, so I don’t have to answer,” she protests.
I click my tongue, pulling her boobs out of the lacy fabric. “Game’s over, and you’re going to answer it anyway,” I say, pinching her nipples.
She moans, “It’s not fair,” pressing her legs together.
I leave her breasts, grab her thighs, and part them, positioning myself between them. Her breathing grows rough.
She clutches my shoulders. “Matleon,” she moans when I squeeze her tit.
“Yes, Angel, you want me to make you come?” I ask, undoing the button of my pants but keeping my hold on her other breast.
“Yes.”
“Then answer me.”
She shakes her head. I take her nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. She cries out, then instantly covers her mouth. “Please, Matleon.”
After removing my pants and trunks, I grab her other breast and knead it. She trembles under me, my dick twitching freely, begging me to release it inside her.
I move my face up. “We’re not coming tonight until you tell me.”
She takes deep breaths. The darkness makes her faintly visible, but I can make out every curve and outline of her body.
“I… I thought about… about you.”
My lips curl into a smirk. “And what did you think?”
“I thought about you rubbing it. Just that.”
I chuckle. “And you came from that thought?”
“Yes.”
“When was it?”
“I’m not answering this one.”
I move down her body, kissing her neck. “Yes, you are,” I whisper, pinching her nipple again.
She arches her back. “Two… two years ago,” she admits, grabbing my head to stop me while continuing to breathe hard.
I chuckle.
“Don’t get so happy about it. It was a mistake.”
I raise a brow. “Mistake? You’re hurting my ego, Angel.”
“I didn’t touch myself after that until…”
I smirk. “Until?”
“Until New York.”
I move my hand down and rub her clit with my thumb. “I like it.” She moans, letting go of my head. “You were putting your little fingers inside your little cunt imagining me.” I kiss her lips. “Perfect. That’s how it should be.”
By now, she’s not even listening to me, lost in her own symphony of moans and suppression, her face buried in my neck. But then I let her go. She cries out in protest.
Iselyn
I cry out into his neck.
“You’ll get your orgasm, little Angel. Just wait patiently, like a good girl,” he whispers in my ear, then moves away.
He sits up, grabs my waist, and flips me onto my stomach. “Move on your knees.”
I obey his command. He unhooks my bra, freeing my aching breasts completely, then leans down, kissing along my back and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Throaty moans escape my mouth, but I close my lips tightly, clenching my jaw.
He leaves my nipples and grabs my breasts, squeezing them in his palms. “Fuck. You’ve got such beautiful tits. I’ll have them squeeze my dick between them tomorrow.”
He kisses along my neck. “Will you do that for me, Angel?”
I nod. I’ll do anything for him, but my words don’t come out because my mouth is full of moans.
He leaves my breasts and slides his hands to my sides, then my ass, kneading me with firm, possessive touches.
He bends down and bites into my skin, sharp enough to make me cry out, but then he licks the spot gently, leaving a trail of wet heat.
His mouth moves lower, lips brushing against my entrance, I suck in a trembling breath, knees quivering.
Then he pulls back slightly and pushes two fingers inside me. I moan, overwhelmed by the perfect fullness. He works them in and out, then adds another. The stretch feels incredible.
“Such a good pussy… taking my fingers knuckles deep,” he growls, dark amusement in his voice.
My walls clench instinctively around him, craving more. He chuckles low in the back of his throat, speeding up his movements. My head spins, lightheaded with rising pleasure—but suddenly, he pulls his fingers out. My body shudders in loss, a whimper escaping me.
He bends over me, his hard dick pressing at my entrance. “My cock is begging to feel the wetness of your cunt. Can I, Angel? Just the tip?”
I nod rapidly, moaning, trembling. “Just the tip.” I need that stretch back.
Slowly, he enters me, groaning as he sinks in. “Fuckkk… this feels… fuck.”
My thighs shake violently, threatening to give out, but he grabs them, spreading them wide and lifting my ass higher, arching my lower back perfectly against him.
He stays there, breathing hard, letting me feel the weight and heat of him.
“Let it stay here,” he mutters. His thick head buried inside me feels exquisite, the need to take him deeper is feral.
I push back, taking more of him, letting my body mold to his length. The fullness is borderline painful but utterly intoxicating. His groan vibrates through me, sending waves of fire across every inch of my skin.
“Just a little bit more,” I whisper, voice raw and breathless, hips arching into him.
His hand leaves my back and slides down to my clit. “Yes… just a little more won’t hurt,” he growls, rubbing me firmly while pushing deeper inside me.
My orgasm coils inside me, blinding me to the pain of losing my virginity. It was supposed to be the most excruciating experience, but it isn’t.
He stays inside, not completely in yet, he’s enormous, and I feel every ridge, every inch pressing into me. Slowly, he pulls out and bends over me. “Can I? Once more?”
I moan, shivering. “Yes… once more.”
He moves back in, this time he enters deeper, and pain bursts through me. “I’m fully inside your tight pussy now, Angel. What do we do?” he whispers in my ear, flicking my clit so rapidly it drives me wild. My orgasm teeters at the edge, trembling on the brink.
“One more stroke… can I?” His voice is low, rough.
I nod, breathless, my body quivering beneath him.
He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in. I bite my lower lip, holding back a cry of pleasure mixed with pain.
“Just one more,” he mutters hoarsely, pulling out and slamming back in.
He groans, “Last one…” but it doesn’t end.
He keeps pulling out and thrusting again and again.
Every movement drives me higher, wringing me out.
My head presses into the mattress, my mind blank, every ounce of pain evaporated, leaving only scorching, consuming pleasure.
My body shakes violently as my orgasm floods through me, consuming every fiber of me.
“Fuckkk!” he roars. I feel him fill me, as I come back to reality.
We collapse on the mattress, him on top of me, both of us breathless. For minutes, we stay like that.
“Matleon… do you want me dead?” I groan, suffocating under his weight.
He slides his dick out slowly, and I wince at the burning. He rolls onto his side. “I can’t let you die, Angel. Now that you’ve taken my treasured virginity, you have to live, to take responsibility.”
I turn and lie on my back. He sits up and grabs his phone. “I need to see the damage.” He turns on the low light.
I chuckle, lying there like a dead person.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Shit.”
I look down to see him searching the bed with a deep brown glare.
“What happened?” I ask in a low, tired voice.
“You’re covered in blood,” he growls, his expression dark with anger.
I chuckle. “It’s okay. It’s not like I’ll die from a little blood.”