"No." I can't hear a word she says, and I shut her with a kiss. A deep, angry, punishing kiss. She meets every stroke with increasing anger. We are a good match.
While I’m kissing her—or she’s kissing me—I unbutton my jeans and free my rock-hard dick. Giving it a couple strokes, I spread the precum over its head. It feels so fucking good, but being inside her will feel even better.
Still locked in a kiss, I find her entrance and push her panties to the side. I feel her, and she's so fucking wet I almost burst on the spot. I put a finger in and then add another, giving it a few lazy, shallow pumps, stretching her entrance and preparing her for my girth. Then I grab my cock, spreading her juices over me.
I bring my dick closer to her center, and she chooses this exact moment to deepen the kiss. Little vixen. I’m out of breath and quite frankly out of willpower, so I nudge myself inside, but she is tight. Fuck. I align myself with her entrance again and push some more. The same result. My body begins to shake with anticipation, my willpower snapping. I can’t take it anymore. I enter her with one rough shove.
She pulls away from the kiss and cries out as she digs her nails into my shoulders. That didn't sound like a cry of pleasure. I watch her face in horror. She is in fucking pain. Fuck!
I pull away and glance down and then back at her face.
Did I just see that?
I look down and see a few tiny smudges of blood on my cock.
Oh no. No. No. Fucking no.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask. I know I should have picked different words. “Are you a fucking virgin?” I ask in horror. Kayla is a virgin.
“Clearly. Got any problem with that?” She moves a little and winces in pain. I look down at my dick, somehow even harder now—a sick bastard—and it is indeed covered in blood.
“Fuck. Kayla, fuck!” That’s the best I can come up with. “You let me take you like I’m a fucking animal on the counter for the first time? I almost fucking split you in two! You should have warned me.”
“I tried.” She’s out of her sexy haze and fixes her corset, putting her gorgeous tits back inside. Such a shame.
“You should have tried fucking harder!” I yell, aggravated with her and myself.
“Well, it is what it is.” She looks around for her clothes, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. And I should be too. As should my dick. But the fucker is still standing at full attention. But the way events are unfolding doesn’t seem to scare him; quite the opposite. It's ready to split wood. I might join Alex's club of local lumberjacks who relieve stress by chopping wood, only I'll be using my dick instead of an axe.
I am an asshole, but even I'm not that big of an asshole to ruin her first time.The first time. Fuck. I’ve never had a virgin before. Even back in high school, it turned out all the cherries were popped before mine. I've never had the pleasure of being the bottle opener.
I probably look ridiculous: jeans down to my thighs and my nine inches standing straight up, begging for her attention. I pull my pants up and shove my dick inside. Well, I try, but it doesn't want to chill. I give up and somehow walk to Kayla, who’s busy picking up her shirt from the floor.
"Come 'ere." She doesn't listen. Of course, she doesn't. I'd be disappointed if she did, so I grab her hand and pull her to me. "You should have told me so I'd be gentler. I fucking shoved inside you like you were a seasoned porn star. I’m sorry.” She swallows and doesn’t look at me, fidgeting with the shirt in her hands. “Does it still hurt?”
“No.” She mumbles.
"Good. I'm not a small guy, Kayla. I should have never done what I did, even if you weren't a virgin. Come 'ere." I tug on her hand, and she finally looks up. "Why do you let people think you are a whore?"
“It’s easier that way.” She shrugs. “I’ve tried to prove myself to everybody, and I eventually got tired of that. Let them think what they want." She shrugs again, but not in disregard. I see hurt in the way her movement becomes jerky. She might play the part of a warrior, and she may believe herself when she says that the rumors don’t bother her, but they do.
I let go of her hand, grab her by her ass and lift her up, urging her to wrap her legs around me. Her arms automatically go around my neck, and I love the feel of them there.
“What are you doing?” She whispers.
“Fixing my mistakes. I can’t fix all of them, but this one, I can." I carry her into her bedroom, and it's surprisingly cozy. A queen bed with girly quilts (I didn’t expect so much pink from Kayla) covered with pillows.
I carefully lay her on the bed, moving the pillows aside. She lifts her torso to lean on her elbows and watches me. I crawl on top of her and start unbuttoning her corset. Thousands of those little hooks on the front of it are about to drive me mad, and I ask. “How much do you like this one?”
“I love it.” She whispers.
“I’ll buy you another one.” And I rip it apart, finally freeing her tits. She has a lotus sternum tattoo, in color. And it looks so fucking delicious that I lick it from top to bottom, lightly touching her breasts. Her breathing quickens as she laughs.
“It’s ticklish.” She says, and the happiness I hear in her voice makes me feel better. She’s relaxed now, no pain.Good.
I move my trail of kisses up to her neck, where I suck on her skin. This vulnerable place where the neck connects with a shoulder is always sensitive. I bite it lightly, and her hips nudge forward. I smile into her skin, knowing that she just keeps proving that she will be magnificent in bed. She likes what I like, I can tell. And even if she doesn’t know what she likes, I’ll show her. That fuckface’s never been here. Me, only me. I’ll teach her everything there is there to learn.
She puts her hand on my shoulders, moving them to my pecs, but I grab her wrist with one hand and bring them above her hand.
