Page 17 of Sealed in Ink
She moans when I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, then I quickly stand, keeping my eyes on her the whole time, pulling down my pants. She wriggles out of her hoodie.
Oh,fuck. I can’t be a good man. I tried for so many years. Her tits jiggle and shake for me as they spill free, a ripple moving through them that makes her look so damn full. I collapse likeI’m at an altar and lean forward, massaging one thick tit as I suck her other nipple. She moans louder, trailing her fingers across my back, digging her nails in, almost like she wants to punish me for what we’re doing.
Her tits feel sobig. There’s so much of her to caress, to obsess over. All thoughts of anything else are gone. Nothing else exists, nothing at all. I slide up her body, holding myself up and bringing my dick to her entrance, stroking up and down her folds, teasing her clit, getting her slit ready for me.
“Wait,” she says. “Rust, wait.”
“What if I can’t? What then, Mary?” I tease her pussy some more. She can’t hide her reaction, shifting, moaning. “You want it as badly as me.”
“Wait,” she says again, with a desperate look in her eyes. “Rust, I’m a virgin.”
“A virgin. Goddamn, Mary.” My head swims as I stare at her, the thunder cracking outside, the rain battering the window. I should stop. She’s too young, too inexperienced, but instead, I tell her, “So am I.”
She gasps, then shakes her head. “You’re lying.”
I keep caressing her slit, circling her entrance over and over, smearing my precome over her release and her tangy wetness to get her even more slippery. “I swear, it’s true,” I snap. “I don’t chase women. I never have. I’ve never wanted to until now. Until you. Untilyou, Mary.”
She moans as I glide my cock an inch into her perfect hole.
“Rust,” she whispers. “You’re so big.”
“You’re so tight,” I groan.
She clasps my face in her hands, a flush of pleasure moving across her cheeks, down her creamy chest, and over her tits. “This is your f-first time, too?” she shivers as I glide deeper, taking her, claiming her. I own her body. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to touch her—a virgin. I’m the only one.
“Yes,” I tell her. I never even thought about sex, didn’t give a damn. I connected it with all the filth I had to listen to as a kid through the thin walls. No, I won’t think about that now. Dammit, I look down at my woman’s body. “You’re shaking for me.”
“It feels so… new.”
“Your pussy grabs my cock so tight when you shake like that.”
“Yeah?” She does it again, on purpose this time, with a grin of pure power. Then her expression melts into pleasure as I glide deeper, her walls closing in on me so tight, so close, like her body wants as little space between us as possible.
She closes her legs around my dick when I push all the way in, her thighs propped up, meaty and impossible to resist. I grab her leg, not meaning to hold it hard. She moans when I do, but when I release it, she moans differently.
“You want me to grab you like this?” I growl, squeezing again, using her leg to glide out, then push back into her slit.
She gives me an excited, wild look. Then I get it. I don’t have to ask why.
“You want to feel like you’re being punished, is that it?” I squeeze her leg harder.
Her pussypulsesaround my dick in response to my words, teasing me like crazy, making me grip her harder and then push into herfast. She gasps, and her big tits bounce for me.
“I’ve pleasured myself thinking about you like this,” I groan. “On your back. Your tits bouncing for me.”
“Really?” she gasps. “Rust?”
“So many fucking times. Grab those tits. Play with your nipples, baby.”
Her pussy pulses again, and I know she likes that. I squeeze onto her leg so hard that her creamy flesh starts to turn red. It’s not enough to hurt her seriously—I’d never do that—but it’s enough to let her know who’s in charge and take the guilt away from her.
“It’s my fault,” I tell her, fucking her faster, her slick pussy making wet noises of pleasure as I slide out and then pound into her again. “I’m older. More experienced. I should stop this. I’m taking advantage of your wet, hot, virgin pussy.”
“Oh,fuck.”
I almost blow my load when I feel her pussy downright quivering around my dick. She’s got this half-guilty, half-euphoric look on her face. She’s feeling so damn good, maybe the best she’s ever felt in her life. Ditto. Right here, all that matters is her pleasure. She looks so hot when she’s so overcome with euphoria that she can’t even play with her thick tits anymore, her hands scraping at herself.
“Ruh-rust?” she gasps, like she wants more.
