7. Courtney #2
His touch is as light as a feather, and leaves a trail of tingles behind on my skin. As he kneels on the bed, edging closer to me, I let my legs fall open wide, so he can slot in between them.
He trails his fingers up my calf, over my knee, before slowly edging towards my inner thigh. Goosebumps erupt over my flesh, and the tingling turns to heat.
I prop myself up on my elbows, so I can see what he’s doing, as his fingers travel closer to where I want them the most. As his finger slides through my slit, he lets out a low groan as I tremble beneath his delicate touch.
“Still so fucking wet. Is it all for me?”
I nod, the word “Yes,” falling from my lips like a breath.
He slaps his hand against the side of my arse, which is all he can reach with me laying on my back, and I let out a startled yelp as the sting spreads over my sore flesh.
“Good girls don’t forget the rules. What are you supposed to call me?” He stares at me intently, letting me see his disappointment that I’ve forgotten the rules already.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I mutter.
He presses his finger against my clit, dragging a moan from my lips as he says, “Don’t forget again.” I can hear the threat of punishment that he leaves unsaid, and I shudder at the thought.
As his finger slides lower, I hold my breath, unable to take my eyes off Maximus as he watches every movement I make so intently. He presses one finger into my aching pussy, both of us groaning until he gets it all in.
“Breathe, Little Lamb,” he reminds me, as he slowly works his finger in and out of me.
Each time he pulls out, then presses back in, the feelings change from a slight sting to something that’s undeniably pleasurable. His thumb rubbing gently over my clit only adds to the sensation, and before I know it, I’m whimpering with a desperate need for more.
Maximus must be able to read me like a book, as he slides a second finger in beside the first, giving me exactly what I wanted, but never got the chance to ask for. He stretches me in the most maddening way, and my moans become more frantic with each thrust.
My whole body is tingling with the growing excitement, almost like electricity is sizzling just underneath my skin, making everything feel more heightened. So each time Maximus opens his fingers, stretching me as much as he can, my head spins as my heart races from the overwhelming feelings.
“You’re so fucking tight. Are you going to be able to take all of Daddy’s dick?” he growls, as his fingers fuck me so fast I see stars.
“I-I… I think so, Daddy. I want to,” I stutter, making sure I tell him the truth in between the moans and gasps I simply can’t stop.
“Such a good girl,” he replies, pressing a sweet kiss against my lips.
The overwhelming sensations soon push me closer to the edge, and I recognise the telltale signs of my quickly approaching orgasm. My muscles coil as my body heats even more, my core clenching in desperate need of relief.
“I’m close, Daddy. Please, please can I come?”
Maximus slams his lips against mine with a growl, as his thumb presses hard against my clit, forcing my back to arch off the bed as I cry out into his mouth. He swallows my whimpers, devouring me with his tongue as his fingers continue their unrelenting pace.
“Please. Please, Daddy,” I beg against his lips, my fingers desperately clawing at his back as I try to hold onto my last little bit of control.
His lips leave mine, only for him to press open-mouth kisses along my jaw and down my throat, until he captures my earlobe with his teeth. “Be a good girl and come for Daddy.”
His whispered words against my ear are all I need to hear, and my body falls apart on command. My orgasm rips through me like lightning travelling over every nerve ending in my body. I tremble beneath him as I cry out loudly.
“Fuck, Maximus. It feels so good, Daddy.”
He keeps his fingers still while they’re deep inside me, no doubt feeling the way my pussy flutters around him. He lets out a low moan as his eyes remain fixed on me, watching the way I fall apart just for him.
When my back returns to the bed, and I’m able to catch my breath, he slowly pulls his fingers out, the smirk on his face growing as I whimper from the loss of his touch.
“Such a good girl,” he mutters, as he presses soft kisses against my lips.
I feel myself getting prouder from the praise, my confidence growing. “I’m ready,” I tell him.
He freezes, his lips just a fraction away from my mouth, and he pulls back just enough to fix his beautiful gaze on mine. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Little Lamb.”
I can hear the unspoken threat, and it makes me tremble with excitement. There’s no way I want this to stop now, and I tell him as much. “I’m ready. I want you…all of you.”
Maximus’ breath catches in his throat as his emerald eyes darken. “Are you on any contraception? I want to fill you with my cum, so it’s dripping from you for days.”
My stomach flips with excitement, and it shocks me a little. I always assumed, at least for my first time, that I’d insist on a condom, and that the idea of a guy filling me with his cum might put me off, but it definitely hasn’t. If anything, it’s made me even more aroused.
“I’m on the mini-pill. I have been for years, because of issues with my periods. I want all of you, but what about STIs?” I ask, hating the way my brain reminds me of the multiple other whores he beds on a regular basis.
“I have tests routinely, and they’ve always been negative. Besides, I’ve always worn a condom with the other women.” His words startle me, and I can feel my mouth dropping open in shock.
“You do? Why not with me then?”
Maximus must be able to hear the shock in my high-pitched tone, as he lets out a deep chuckle. “You’re different. I want it all with you.”
Well, fuck, my heart just skipped a beat, and now I’m dangerously close to catching feelings I have no right to have .
“You can have all of me,” I tell him, making sure he can hear the sincerity in my voice.
He captures my lips with a hard, passionate kiss that tells me everything I need to know. He continues kissing me more gently as he settles in between my legs, and I have to spread them wider to accommodate him.
Even though the nerves are very present, there’s also eager anticipation too. I’m finally going to experience the first time that I was starting to wonder might never happen. But now that it’s here, I wouldn’t want it any other way—or with anyone else.
Maximus reaches down between our bodies to palm his hard cock. He wraps his fist around the base, so he’s able to direct it where he needs it to go. I look down to see the glistening metal of his piercing sliding against my clit, making me gasp from the coldness.
He then slides the head through my slit, gathering up as much of my juices as he can, whilst using his hand to coat his length. Each time he slides the piercing over my sensitive clit, I shudder, letting out a soft moan as my pussy gets even wetter.
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper, letting him know I’m ready, and don’t want to wait anymore.
“Shush, be patient, Little Lamb,” he tells me, pressing a soft kiss against my neck, before sucking on the spot so hard it’s bound to leave a mark.
He then presses the head of his cock against my entrance, and I gasp as I feel him stretching me open, just ever so slightly. I rock my pelvis, trying to encourage him, but Maximus grabs my hips, holding me still in a bruising grasp.
“Do that again and I’ll spank you. Understand?” His hard glare makes me nod my head straight away.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I mutter, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“I need to go slow, so I don’t hurt you too much,” he explains, sounding much softer than I expected.
Maximus then slowly presses inside me, moving at an agonisingly lazy speed, but it soon becomes clear why he’s doing it.
Once the head is in, the stinging sensation becomes full-on pain, as I’m stretched beyond anything I thought I was capable of.
All pleasure is long forgotten, as I feel fuller than necessary.
I feel myself tensing, my grip on his back becoming so tight, I’m surprised my nails haven’t drawn blood. Even when he stops moving, I can’t break my rigid posture, as I’m just waiting for more pain.
“Breathe, Courtney. You need to take some deep breaths and try to relax. Once I get past this last bit, the worst of the pain will be over, and it will quickly start to feel good,” he whispers into my ear.
I let out a harsh scoff that sounds suspiciously like a snort of disbelief. But when I see Maximus raise his eyebrows at me in challenge, my huff quickly turns into a sharp exhale. Which I then repeat a couple of times, until I’m feeling a little less rigid.
“Good girl,” he tells me, the praise helping me relax that little bit more. “Be brave for me. ”
Before I can ask what he means, he presses in hard and fast, stealing the last of my innocence. As my hymen rips, I let out a yelp as pain overwhelms me, but just like Maximus said, in a few seconds, it’s a distant memory.
Once his dick is buried deep inside me, he pauses, holding me and pressing soft kisses along my neck and chest. He’s giving me the time I need to get used to being stretched out more than ever before.
At first, the pain is almost too much, and I want to beg him to pull out, but I don’t. Before I can even get the words out, the pain dulls to a stinging, stretching sensation.
After a couple more seconds, I try rocking my hips, and although there’s a sharp pain, it’s quickly dulled by a hint of pleasure. So I do it again, and this time the pleasure makes me moan.
“Are you ready for me to move?” Maximus asks, having stayed still while I’ve been experimenting on my own.
I nod. “Yes, please.”
His smile turns wicked, and I almost regret not asking him to go slow, or to be gentle. But as it turns out, I didn’t need to give him the warning, as he does it anyway.