Epilogue #2
He finger fucked me until my legs were shaking and my pussy made slick squelching sounds. I clutched his shoulder, flinging my head back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I babbled..
Ironside talked me through it, pinching and toying with my clit while he maintained a brutal pace with his fingers.
“That’s it, petal, you’re so close. If you want my cock so badly, you have to prove it and come for me first. I need that pretty pussy of yours dripping when I slide into you."
Digging my heels into the dirt, I pushed into his hand, rolling my hips. Desperate for more friction.
Ironside delivered a few quick taps to my sensitive clit as he added a third finger.
The burning stretch made me whimper, but my orgasm was already crashing over me.
My back arched, my walls clenched around his fingers, and I shattered, grinding and grinding until the burning stretch disappeared and all I could feel was a delirious pleasure washing over me.
I had barely sagged against the grass, muscles twitching with aftershocks, when Ironside settled over me. He covered my body with his own, caging me beneath him.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking pretty when you come, petal,” he said, kissing my neck.
I slid my arms around his shoulders, sharply aware of his thick cock trapped between us like a searing brand. The grass itched against my bare thighs and a gust of wind made me shiver, burrowing into Ironside’s body heat.
I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding his tip through my pussy lips to gather my cream.
“What about a condom?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“For the first time we finally have sex, I don’t want a damn thing between us. Besides,” I added with a blush. “I'd be more than happy to get pregnant."
Ironside hummed, sliding his hand under my shirt to palm my breast.
“Keep talking like that, sweetheart, and I don’t care how long it takes you to open you up. I’ll get you pregnant if it’s the last thing I do.”
A smile spread across my face as I tilted my chin up and kissed him. Angling his hips just right, he started to slowly sink inside me. I whimpered at the splitting sensation that overwhelmed me. He stopped when I gritted my teeth with a wince.
“Breathe,” he said softly, massaging my clit. “Relax.”
I inhaled a deep breath and let it out. Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I pressed my forehead to his. Ironside continued, pushing deeper.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain, willing my muscles to loosen up. He pulled out and tried again a few more times, but after only two inches, my thighs were trembling and my body was tense, braced against the sheer agony of it.
“That’s enough,” Ironside said at last.
I sighed and let my head drop back against the grass, staring up at the sky with frustration. We had tried—and failed—so many times by now that I didn’t blame myself anymore and I didn’t apologize. But it still ached that I couldn’t have the man I love inside me the way I craved.
“Did you want to stop?” Ironside asked, kissing my temple. “Or did you want to give the lube a shot after all?”
I nodded.
“Lube would be good.”
Taking my hand, he helped me rise to my feet. After adjusting our clothes, we trekked back to his motorcycle. Ironside retrieved the lube, while I toed off my boots, and stripped my jeans and panties off. We were far enough off the road that no one would bother us if they passed.
After I perched on the back seat, Ironside spread my legs and coated his fingers with lube. I sighed with pleasure as he brushed my clit in mesmerizing circles. Then he dipped down to my pussy, pressing in.
My eyes fluttered closed with a moan at the smooth glide.
Lube really did make a difference. He easily added a second and third finger, making me gasp as he stretched me open.
I grabbed his shirt with an insistent tug, rolling my hips.
He rubbed the heel of his palm against my clit, making me melt into a pool of bliss.
“Now,” I rasped. “Please. I’m ready.”
Ironside cupped my chin, holding my gaze with his unwavering vivid blue eyes. The gritty bite of his zipper was the only sound between us.
“You know I love you, right?” he said softly. “Whether you can take my cock or not, that will never change.”
Curling my fingers around his wrist, I nodded.
“I know.”
With my heart in my throat, I watched as he coated his cock with lube, then lined up at my entrance and eased in.
I panted at the fiery stretch. Ironside kissed me as he pulled out and tried again. The blunt head of his cock felt massive compared to his fingers. I whimpered against his mouth with the first inch. And then another inch, dragging along my walls.
A tremor rippled through my body at the intensity of all this sensation at once. Ironside broke the kiss to look at me.
“Remember your safeword, petal.”
I chewed my lower lip, focusing on my breathing, willing the tension in my muscles to ease. Shaking my head, I wrapped my legs around Ironside’s waist.
“Keep going.”
Ironside planted his hand on my lower belly, teasing my clit as he sank deeper. A moan escaped me and I gripped the front of his shirt. The sting was still there, lingering at the edges, but it was tolerable.
“Oh,” I exhaled, breathless. “I feel you. I feel…all of you.”
Glancing down, I watched with fascination as my pussy swallowed Ironside’s cock, the grip of my pink lips devouring him. He gave a few experimental shallow thrusts that made me arch into him.
“Fuck, yes,” I said. “Do that again.”
Ironside rumbled a low laugh. He pulled out, dousing his cock in lube, before driving into me, up to the hilt. I was stuffed so full that my eyes rolled back in my head.
It still pinched a little, but nothing like it did before, and that pain was quickly transforming into the most exquisite silky smooth pleasure second only to his skilled tongue.
A smile spread across my face.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
Ironside pressed his mouth to my neck, sucking on my pulse. His lips turned up with a victorious smirk as he began to thrust. A whine rose in my throat. I buried my face in his shoulder, gripping his ass and pulling him tight against me with desperation.
My nipples ached to be tasted and touched, but it was too cold to be fully naked out here. Ironside knew what I needed though, slipping his hand under my shirt and pinching my nipple. I gasped, circling my hips frantically, as a flood of ecstasy sparked through me.
“Look at you,” he mused. “My cock-drunk angel. Keep grinding like that, petal. You’re doing great.”
“God, Reuben, you’re…you’re deep,” I said, hoarse.
He was so big, filling me so completely that I couldn’t think straight. All I could do was feel every inch of him, every stroke, every thrust.
In one smooth motion, Ironside pulled out and tugged at my hips until I slid off the bike. He turned me around, facing his bike.
“Hands on the seat. Bend over for me, petal.”
I did as he instructed, the leather warm beneath my palms from my body heat. Ironside pushed my shirt and my sweater up around my shoulders, exposing my breasts. After pulling the cups of my bra down, he toyed with my nipples, pinching and twisting and flicking them until my knees were wobbly.
Then he gripped my hips, angling my ass out toward him. He smoothed his hand over one cheek with an appreciative touch, followed by the other. A moment later, I felt the nudge of his cock.
The moan that spilled from my lips when he pushed in again echoed through the trees. His balls were pressed snug to my clit, and if I thought he was deep before, it was nothing to how deep he was now.
I could feel him with every intake of breath, hitting a spot inside me that turned my muscles to jelly and my brain to a pile of mush.
I gripped the seat to prevent myself from sliding to the ground as Ironside pounded into me. His big hands squeezed and played with my tits, or kneaded my ass as he murmured praises.
“Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart. That’s it. Fuck, you’re gripping me so damn tight.”
I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of him inside me. I’d waited so long for this moment, losing my virginity to a man who was patient with me, and never blamed me for the physical limitations of my body.
My arms trembled until they gave out. I slumped against the bike, pushing back against Ironside’s cock for more. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want the euphoria of this moment to ever end.
Ironside grunted as he bent over me, thrusting into me over and over. He looped an arm around my waist, with his chest against my back, rubbing my clit in circles.
Then he started to tap it with increasing pressure. Jolts of pleasure shot through me like lightning. I squirmed and writhed beneath him. My thighs were a sticky mess from the lube and our combined juices.
I came hard, shattering in a burst of exquisite pleasure that seemed to go on and on. Ironside’s grip on my waist turned bruising, but his rhythm faltered and he tipped over the edge after me, coming with a guttural growl that sent goosebumps up my back.
Pulling me into a standing position, he held me against his chest. Kissing my neck and caressing my body in gentle touches.
“Are you feeling okay?”
I smiled and tilted my head to kiss him.
“I had hoped to lose my virginity on my wedding night,” I said. “But this was so much better.”
He chuckled, wrapping his arms tight around me.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. If you're not pregnant by our wedding night, you will be after I'm done with you."
I wiggled back against him. Our wedding in the spring couldn't come soon enough.