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“Yes.”
“And you don’t just want me to, you’re begging me to.”
“Yes. Please take my virginity. Please, Elias.”
I’m reduced to a quivering, begging mess but I can’t seem to stop. My entire body is calling out for him, my nipples erect and alert, my pussy dripping juice down onto my thighs. I feel pathetic, but I also love the feeling, of needing him so badly that I have physical as well as emotional signs of it.
“You’re such a bad girl,” he says, spanking my ass slightly.
I love how it stings a little bit, without hurting too badly.
He reaches down and I look back to see that he’s got a condom in his hand that he’s opening from the wrapper. He hurries to put it on and I wait, a little impatiently.
And what I love even more is how he takes ahold of my ass cheeks in his hands and says, “Okay, but just remember you asked for it. I sure hope you can handle this.”
I nod, biting my lip and bracing for impact. But all I feel at first is the head of his cock up against my pussy lips. He pushes it in slightly, causing me to stretch open just a bit.
“Mmmm,” I moan, glad that it feels good because I hadn’t known what to expect and had been fearing that it might hurt.
“You ready for more?” he asks me.
I nod again, and I can feel more of his cock slip inside me, filling me up and stretching me out.
“Oww,” I moan slightly, as I feel some of that pain I was anticipating.
“It’s okay,” he says, his hand coming down to stroke my clit. “It’ll feel amazing really soon.”
“Alright,” I tell him, instinctively trusting him.
His hand on my clit feels so good. I rock back and forth on his cock a little bit, which is now half in, half out of me. I love how it feels when my pussy walls clamp around it.
“Yeah, there you go,” he says, the hand that’s on my ass rocking me gently so that he can fit inside me even further. “You like how I’m popping your sweet little cherry, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I call out, only feel pleasure now, instead of pain.
“I love seeing your curvy body completely naked,” he tells me.
I can tell that he’s getting into it more now. When he’s all the way inside me, he tenses up a bit, as if holding back. But then he plunges into me as far as he can go, letting out a groan that betrays his true feelings.
He wants to be strong and tough and not let on that I’m making him feel so good, but he can’t help it.
The thought feels me with even more passion. He thrusts his cock in and out of me, while I ride it, rocking back and forth and sliding all over it. It’s really slippery, because of all the juices dripping out of me.
“I’m coming!” I cry. “Elias, I’m coming.”
“Fuck yeah. Cum all over my cock. I love how it’s splitting you in two and you’re just riding it like a champ.”
He’s grabbing my ass cheeks harder now, closing them tight so that all of my insides are hugging his cock. He spanks me a bit more forcefully. He’s all the way in, cramming my pussy so tight.
“I love how your pussy lips stretch so wide for me,” he says. “It feels so good to be inside you.”
His tone is more tender now. His breaths are coming out heavier.
“Stacy,” he says, as he pulls out of me a bit before shoving himself back in.
That final thrust seems to be what he needed. I feel his cock throb and pulse inside me. And then, with sweet release, he says, “I’m coming. This feels so good. I love this.”
I love this.
That was dangerously close to I love you.
It seems as if the cocky, rough exterior of Elias Turner has broken for me. He loves to be with me, and I love to be with him.
I hope we can keep doing this for a really long time.
I just also hope that we don’t get caught.
Chapter 16
Elias
Game day is fast approaching, and I’m giving Stacy that interview I promised her. She has certainly owned it. As the lights of the camera are flashing in my face, all I can seem to focus on is her.
Her gorgeous face.
Her curvy body.
Her feisty personality.
I love all of it.
“So, Mr. Turner, what is one thing you hope to take with you out onto the field with you for the Superbowl?” she’s asking me.
I know she’s talking metaphorically, but I wish I could answer, “Your panties.”
“Faith,” I tell her instead.
“Faith?” she says.
Coach Kramer looks at me and nods, undoubtedly thinking of my book of meditations.
“Faith that my teammates and I have what it takes to win this game, after a whole season of working hard and working together,” I tell her. “Faith that the people I love have my back and that love makes us strong, not weak.”
