Chapter 19
I grasp her hands in one of mine, as the control freak that I am by nature.
She squirms, restless.
“Trust me, Madeline.” I lower myself to kiss her and move my body, testing her unexplored pussy with the head of my cock.
She is tense, barely breathing.
I suck on her hard nipple, my teeth gently pulling the flesh until I feel her relax beneath me.
I thrust my hips and go crazy as I feel her opening up around me.
I push a bit more against her delicate flesh, and she lets out a howl of pain.
Despite the pain, Madeline looks like a painting, her cheeks flushed with the heat of desire.
Slowly, I thrust into her center.
I grip her hips, my hands squeezing the soft flesh. I delve into her pussy, thrusting gently.
Her round breasts entice me, and I lick the erect, pink nipple, but hunger consumes me, and I take almost an entire breast into my mouth, sucking eagerly.
“I want to touch you too,” she pleads.
I release her, and we lock eyes, the desire of one reflected in the other.
And then, with care but also determination, I fill her tight interior completely.
She scratches me, tries to escape while crying out, and I must focus not to give in to the urge to fuck her hard as I want, because even in pain, her pussy pulses around my cock.
“Shhhh . . . Don’t do that. It will pass.”
She looks at me with teary eyes, and something changes within me. There’s a sense that I’ve done everything wrong, that I should have been gentler with her, because she’s not like any other.
Madeline is unique. Different from all the women I’ve been with.
Confused, I choose to focus on the attraction that consumes us. “I need to move.”
“Don’t hurt me.”
“Never.” I move my hand between our bodies and caress her until she starts to sigh with pleasure.
Her face has a sheer layer of sweat from the tension, but now she’s starting to move gently. “More,” she begs, and I lose the ability to restrain myself.
I rock my hips against hers, deepening the penetration, my mouth sucking on her nipples. “Your pussy is delicious, Madeline.”
I go in and out faster and faster, and the feeling of filling her completely is driving me completely insane.
I force myself to slow down, controlling the rhythm of my thrusts because I don’t want to come before her.
When she digs her nails into my shoulders, not pushing me away but pulling me closer, my blood boils, and a hoarse sound escapes me.
I’ve never felt such pleasure.
I fuck her mouth with my tongue, matching the rhythm of our pelvises.
In and out, my cock takes her pussy with wild eagerness, a painful, agonizing urgency.
I don’t stop touching her clit, and as she relaxes, her tight walls pull me deeper inside her.
I start fucking her slowly and deeply because I want the pleasure to last.
I’ve always used a condom, but for the first time, I wish I could feel my cum dripping from her pussy when I come.
Our mouths tangle in a thirsty kiss, and the feeling of ecstasy from the perfect connection makes me moan with desire.
I restrain my orgasm as much as I can, but the heat of her sex, even through the condom, is my oasis.
The scent of our pleasure fills the room, and unable to hold back any longer, I start fucking her hard, each thrust confirming how much I desire her.
I thought that because it was her first time, the sex should be gentler, but after the pain subsided, Madeline started to respond with the same greed and hunger I feel for her, our act turning into a raw fuck session.
Our bodies collide, slip against each other. Teeth biting skin, nails tearing flesh.
I see the lust dominating her eyes. She has no defenses, surrendering completely. Virgin, inexperienced, but without inhibitions.
Her internal muscles clench, warning me that climax is nearing, and I bite her shoulder to hold myself back because seeing her lose control drives me insane.
“This pussy is mine, Madeline.”
Yes, I know I have no right to claim a damn thing, but there isn’t a drop of reason permeating my mind, only possession.
She tightens around me after I say that, and I suck on a nipple, swirling my tongue around the hard flesh.
Madeline arches beneath my body and finally succumbs to the convulsions of pure pleasure.
It triggers my release, and the pressure of pre-orgasm builds like an avalanche.
“I will yet feel this pussy leaking with my cum,” I promise before the jets of my sperm fill the condom.
Her sex spasms a few more times, remnants of the pleasure we just experienced.
She opens her eyes and gazes at me.
It seems like she’s about to speak, but she just stares at me.
I want to say something too, but I know that any declaration now would go against everything I believe, so I kiss her instead of complicating things between us.
When I open my eyes, it’s already dark. We only got out of bed to eat, take a bath, and have post-sex naps. Other than that, we fucked all day.
I look at the clock on the bedside table. Eight o’clock in the evening.
Fuck!
As I feared, my desire took over.
Madeline is lying on her side, one leg over me, naked, disheveled, and beautiful.
Completely unaware that my analytical mind is planning more than she initially offered me.
We won’t stop this weekend.
“Sex is the most complete exercise,” she says, and I feel her smile.
Seconds later, she lifts her head from my chest.
I look at her beautiful face, and something very close to happiness spreads through my chest as I see her relaxed with me.
Because she’s so innocent, I feared that she would shut herself off, but after a whole day in bed, Madeline seems at ease in my presence.
She touches my chest, her nails lightly grazing me, but I bring her wrist to my mouth to kiss it. Then I place it back on her hip.
She looks at me, confused.
“I’m still horny. If you keep touching me, I’m going to fuck you again. I don’t want you to feel any pain.”
She hides her face, and now I’m sure she’s embarrassed.
“I’m not in pain,” she says softly.
“Because I’ve been taking it easy until now.”
“Oh!”
“Look at me.”
She obeys.
“If I fuck you the way I want, you’re going to feel me in your body for days. You have a delicious, tight pussy, and I’m a big man.”
“Before . . . uh . . . the weekend is over, maybe I want to . . . experience the opposite.”
“The opposite of what?”
“You know.”
Of course I know. “No. Tell me.”
“The opposite of taking it easy.”
“Before our time together ends, you want to experience what it’s like to be fucked hard? Because I’m dying to bend you over, Madeline. I want to spank that ass and pull your hair, making you take me all the way.”
Her hand returns to my abdomen, and she squeezes my flesh. She looks at me, challenging me to withdraw it again. Her face is a mask of lust. And then, surprising me, she pulls back the sheet and straddles my body, one leg on each side of me.
I reach for the bedside table. I need to see this. I provoked her, and sweet Madeline is reacting, showing me her claws.
When the light floods the room, I growl as I see her pussy lips rubbing against my cock in a pleasurable back and forth motion.
“There’s something you need to know about me, Madeline,” I warn, lifting her and making her sit on my erection in one swift move. “It’s dangerous to provoke me.”
She moans loudly, throwing her head back.
I make her descend and rise on my cock, initially to punish her for playing a game she knows nothing about, but instead of asking me to stop, she places both hands on my chest and starts to grind, letting me enter deeper and deeper.
“So good. I was afraid of losing my virginity, but sex is delicious,” she moans, and I sit up because I want that mouth.
“You naughty girl.” Her lack of inhibition is driving me insane.
“Just for you. It only took one day, and I’m already addicted.”
I don’t think she knows she said that out loud, but I’m recording every word.
“Ride my cock.” My voice, which is usually husky, says it like a brutal command.
I grip her ass, making her take me all in, preventing her from rising.
“Ride,” I whisper in her ear. “Move that pussy. I’m going to make you come like this, without touching your clit. ”
She sighs, her hips moving in circles, and I forget about my own pleasure just to watch her.
The dirtier I talk, the wilder she gets. In no time, with a moan of pure pleasure, she climaxes.
I follow seconds later, filling her with my seed.
Madeline puts her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss, and in that moment, it doesn’t matter how much we both know it’s just sex—I’ve never felt so connected to someone.
The warmth of her body embracing me is something I could easily get used to. I could live inside her pussy.
And it’s precisely this feeling that makes me realize what just happened: we fucked without a condom.
Trying not to be an asshole, but damn worried, I lift her off my body and sit her on the bed.
Confusion shows on her face first, then hurt.
I watch, unable to speak, as she gets up, grabs the sheet, and wraps it around herself as if she wants to hide from me.
Without looking at me, she heads to the bathroom.
I remain in the same spot, trying to understand how I could be so irresponsible. I have never had unprotected sex before.
What are the chances that she’s on the pill?
A virgin? Almost zero.
I put on my boxers and sit on the bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom because, depending on the consequences of my impulses, our weekend fling could last much longer.
Maybe forever.