Chapter 24
Oliver Ferraz
I realized Alice was completely mine in that moment—her eyes and her body told me so—and I would take her for myself. I'd try to be careful, but I wasn't making any promises. After all, this little woman drove me crazy.
I pulled her away from the wall and laid her gently on the bed. Alice was flushed, clearly turned on, and I hadn't even started yet. I stood there taking in her beautiful body, her hair fanned out across my bed. She wore a red slip that popped against her pale skin—she was gorgeous.
Tonight she would be all mine. I would show her how good sex could be, how good it felt to come, how good pleasure really was—and I would give her all of that and so much more.
I pushed the thoughts aside and began to undress slowly.
Her eyes followed wherever my hands traveled across my body: first the shirt, then the belt, then the pants.
Down to just my boxers, I followed her gaze and saw her staring intently at my cock, straining hard against the fabric.
She ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them, which made me even crazier to fuck her.
In that moment, I decided to take her completely.
I lay carefully on top of her hot, receptive body, immediately claiming her mouth, devouring her, sliding my tongue in as if I needed it to survive. I kissed her with all the desire and need that had been building inside me. God, how I needed this—it almost felt like my first time too.
Our tongues tangled in a frenzied dance, but I needed more—I wanted more.
I pulled away from her lips and, never breaking contact, moved down kissing and nibbling her chin, then her neck, alternating with light licks, sucking on her skin, marking her, until I found her breasts again—firm and perfect.
I nibbled the tip of her nipple peeking out from her bra while my hand twisted the other one.
When she moaned, I smiled with satisfaction—after all, my goal was to give her as much pleasure as possible.
I moved down until I reached the waistband of her panties, and that smooth belly captivated me.
I kissed her there. I went a little lower and reached my favorite spot—she was so wet she was dripping.
I ran my tongue over her, getting a taste of her, and she was incredible.
I gave a light bite, though what I really wanted was to devour her without mercy—but I couldn't. I had to control myself.
With my mouth watering, I tasted her again through her panties—incredibly delicious, addictive. I got even harder. I quickly got rid of the fabric in my way, grabbed the side of the beautiful red lace and tore it off. She gasped in surprise and I gave her a crooked smile.
Finally free, the sight of that pretty pink pussy was incredible, and I couldn't wait to taste her.
I ran my index finger along her full length until I reached her clit.
Just from that touch, she writhed—she was so damn sensitive.
I spread her open with my fingers and could see even more clearly how pink and beautiful she was.
That made me salivate even more. Unable to control myself any longer, I finally dove in.
I ran my tongue over her opening, my finger working her clit to intensify her pleasure.
I sucked her eagerly, sliding my tongue into her tight little hole.
She was delicious and I wanted all that sweetness for myself.
With my mouth on her pussy, I looked up—she was writhing with desire.
I told her to look into my eyes, and with my free hand I squeezed her nipple and twisted.
An involuntary cry of pleasure escaped her throat.
I moved my finger from her clit and placed it at her entrance, just the tip.
She tensed at this new touch but soon relaxed again.
Sucking her clit, my finger at her entrance, she writhed with need.
I would make her let go, and she would come so hard she'd be sore when she left my bed.
I switched my finger for my tongue, sliding it into her tight hole again. Her arousal built, and soon she started screaming:
“Ah! That's so good, don't stop, Oliver, don't stop.”
“That's it, baby, scream, call my name. Tell me you're only mine. Say it, baby.”
I realized she couldn't hold on any longer and would soon surrender completely.
I massaged her clit faster, my tongue devouring her mercilessly, and soon she exploded.
It was quick and intense. I drank in all her pleasure—she was so delicious, her taste magnificent.
I kept sucking and picked up the pace. I would make her come again, and when she was spent, then I would take her completely.
Sucking her eagerly, I brought my finger back to her tight entrance.
I felt her clenching around me harder, and that's when she came again.
She screamed, her whole body trembling, calling my name.
I felt partially satisfied with what I'd given her, but now I was going to fuck her.
My cock was ready to be buried in her tight pussy. And I'd do it the way I know how.
I'd fuck her all night long!
“You came so good, baby, you're so wet, ready to take me!
Now it's my turn. I'm going to bury myself deep inside you.
I'm going to fuck you so good and so hard you'll never forget this night, my girl.” I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it onto my cock—which, modesty aside, is pretty big—spread her legs wider, and positioned myself at her entrance.
“You're… big, Oliver. Do you think I can handle it?” She looked at me, wide-eyed at my size. I smiled at her.
“I'll be careful, but it's still going to hurt. If you can't take it, tell me and I'll stop. You'll get used to me soon.” I tried to be as reassuring as possible—I wanted her for myself.
She nodded and I began to slowly slide my cock into her wet, impossibly tight pussy.
She clenched, squeezing my cock even tighter.
Hell! I cursed silently, pressed my body closer to hers, and asked her to relax.
Then I kissed her slowly, one hand massaging her clit as I eased into her carefully, slowly.
I deepened the kiss and kept burying myself deeper and deeper.
Fuck! She was so tight it felt like she was strangling my cock. I couldn't hold back anymore and thrust in all at once. I regretted it the moment I heard her cry of pain, and then a tear rolled down her face. I cursed myself silently and stopped moving so she could get used to my size.
“I’m sorry, my little one, but I couldn’t hold back anymore. You’re so fucking hot, wet and tight—I lost control. Do you want me to stop?” I asked, giving her a gentle kiss on the lips.
“No!” She took a deep breath and continued. “It’s okay, Oliver. It had to happen. The pain’s fading now. Just don’t stop—I want to feel you inside me,” she said softly.
I did as she asked, starting to move slowly so she could adjust. But...
I wanted more, and so did she. We exchanged glances, and when I had her silent permission, I picked up the pace—like a young man discovering pleasure for the first time.
I thrust like crazy, driving my cock in as if my life depended on it, burying myself to the hilt inside her.
Her silent gaze begged for more and more, but I knew I’d come soon.
I wanted her to come first, though. I lowered my lips to her breast and sucked, nibbling her nipple until she screamed—this time from pure desire.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, my little one, so hot. I want you to come for me one more time—this time on my cock.”
I gritted my teeth and picked up speed, clinging to her with one arm wrapped around her shoulders and one hand on her clit.
Giving her pleasure consumed me completely.
I was kissing her, thrusting, and massaging, as if my life depended on it.
I wanted to go deeper, to bury myself completely inside her.
I grabbed her legs and, without pulling out, lifted them to my shoulders.
She moaned at the new position. With both hands gripping her ass, I started moving again, faster than before, free to sink deeper with nothing in my way.
Alice was mine, and I would make her come again.
She was so wet that I slid in easily. I fucked her hard until she screamed, her walls clenching around me, squeezing me tighter as she came undone.
I finally let go with her, following her over the edge and filling her with my cum.
What a delicious fuck—the best of my life.
I stayed on top of her a while longer, wanting to feel her as much as possible.
When exhaustion hit, I carefully pulled out and collapsed beside her on the bed, tired and satisfied.
I pulled her close, and she laid her head on my chest and said:
“Thank you for this. I loved losing my virginity to you. It was intense and wonderful.”
“You don’t need to thank me, my little one.
I loved it too, and we’ll have many more moments like this,” I said, untangling myself from her embrace and getting up.
I went to the bathroom, removed the condom, started filling the bathtub, and came back for her.
“Come, my little one. Let me take care of you.” I picked her up carefully, as if she might break, and stepped into the bathtub with her, settling her between my legs.
We stayed there in silence for a while, until I finally asked:
“Are you feeling any discomfort?” I kissed the nape of her neck.
“A little, nothing I can’t handle.”
“Good. I was afraid of hurting you.”
“Everything’s fine. That was wonderful—thank you!”
“I’m glad I could share this moment with you. I hope you don’t regret it.” She turned to face me and said:
“I’ve wanted this for a while, and I’m lucky it was with you. Sure, things moved fast, but I don’t regret anything.”
“I’m glad. Now come on, let’s get out—you need to rest.”
“Yes, I need to go home. It’s getting late,” she said, climbing out of the bathtub.
“Tonight you’re sleeping with me. I want more of you, so you’re not leaving until morning,” I said, wrapping her in one of my robes. It swallowed her whole.
“I didn’t tell Cata I’d be staying out tonight.”
“Then grab your phone and text her. Tell her you’re spending the weekend here with me,” I said with a wink. She looked at me, astonished.
“You’re so bossy, you know that?!”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and led Alice to the bedroom. Tonight, I was going to give her the night of her life—maybe the best she’d ever have.