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Sarina

Y
ou should stop this
, Sarina.

Just a
little
more…

The argument had been stuck on an infinite loop for some time now. Telling myself to leave, to take myself out of this situation where I was the focus of Ryan’s lust was like telling myself to get off the rollercoaster after the first big drop. If I could be honest with myself, it just wasn’t going to happen.

What in the
fuck
was that thing that he did on my neck by my ear? It made me want to drool like I was on powerful sedatives, while every lick and suck seemed to be mirrored between my legs as if the nerves were tangled up. It turned my mind to mush and reduced me to his little plaything.

He liked that, I could tell. He liked grabbing me by the throat and literally having my life in his hand.

Wild horses couldn’t have dragged the words out of me, but he read my body as clearly as if I had prepared a speech, and he knew the truth I couldn’t speak. I liked it too.

He saw what I could never say, even to myself. I wanted to be a strong woman… and I still wanted to be utterly consumed, dominated, and
ruled
by a man powerful enough to handle me. He was taking control and it was
so hot
I could barely contain myself. I
wasn’t
containing myself no matter how much I should.

He saw me at my most defiant, as strong as I could be when doing what I hoped was the right thing, and he didn’t see a challenge that wasn’t worth it. He saw something he
wanted.

I was reveling in being with a man who I didn’t scare off, who saw the real me even though he may never know my real name, and wanted me anyway. I was never so turned on before in my entire life, and I believed him when he said I had no idea how hard he was going to make me cum.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Ryan ushered me out through a short hallway, and into a modest studio apartment.

It was maybe slightly bigger than average, but a lot less extravagant in size and furnishing than his expensive clothes had led me to expect. No sooner had the door slammed shut behind us than Ryan had me pinned against it.

Keys clattered to the ground and he shrugged off his jacket as his lips pressed against mine. I vaguely heard the muffled sound of it joining the keys, and then his hands were
everywhere
, exploring me, and I couldn’t believe the swells of happiness every time he paused, squeezed, and growled pure appreciation.

This was what it was like to be wanted, and I couldn’t get enough. Ryan lifted me off the ground again and I wrapped my legs around him.

He pulled on my ass, bringing me closer, and I felt that hard bulge of his nestling along the length of my pussy once more. It felt big and dangerous, full of raw masculine energy that I could sense even through our clothes.

I was wetter than the last time I’d gone swimming. As Ryan carried me towards his bed, his hard cock made my panties slide against my clit, sparking pleasure that made me break off the kiss and hide my face against his neck and clench my teeth against ecstasy that threatened to rise up and devour me.

Even so, there was no doubt that I was already making a mess of the front of his pants. If he cared, he didn’t show it, pulling my sex against him one last time before crawling on to the bed and letting me go.

I leaned up and sought his mouth, kissing him back so much more eagerly than I ever would have dreamed possible. His every movement gave me inexplicable pleasure and I
needed
it as much as I needed air.

His hand returned to my throat and pushed me back down to the mattress, but my lips still pursued him for a second afterwards anyway. I looked up at him with my eyes half-closed. They kept on wanting to close all the way, so I could just concentrate on the sensations he was inflicting upon my body, but I wanted to
see
him adoring me.

“Show me,” he said.

I didn’t have to ask what he was talking about, as he lifted my shirt up and over my head. I arched my back to let it go, and bit my lip against my better judgement that was trying to force the word “stop” out of my mouth.

Before my top was completely clear of my arms, Ryan twisted it around. With my wrists essentially bound, he held them over my head, so I couldn’t easily push him away even if my common sense ever returned.

He reached behind my back with his free hand and snapped his fingers like a magician. I immediately felt the relief as my strapless bra went slack, but the cool air on my skin brought me halfway back to reality and I realized that I was about to be completely topless with a man for the first time in my life.

Ryan hooked his finger between the two cups and slowly pulled. I instinctively tried to hold my scrap of clothing against myself, but he kept my arms firmly restrained exactly where he wanted them.

Then it was done. My breasts were exposed to him in the soft light of his apartment, my nipples hard enough to leave me with no plausible deniability about how cataclysmically aroused I was.

My half-closed eyes widened nervously as I tried to read his reaction to what he was seeing. I had nothing to compare it against, no reason to be confident. Would he still like me? Was there something wrong with me?

“Wow… you’re… fucking perfect,” he breathed.

Ryan slid my bra up my arms to join my shirt, then caressed and squeezed my breasts, dividing his attention between the two of them until my nipples were so hard they literally ached. As if sensing my need, he bent down and took first one sensitive pink tip into his mouth, and then the other, flicking them with his tongue and massaging gently with his lips.

He licked and sucked at me with such enthusiasm that I couldn’t help but believe that he meant every word. The ache turned into a kind of heat that joined the current of energy coursing through my body, fueling a growing tingly sensation between my legs that was now impossible to ignore.

After a few minutes, Ryan let go of my shirt and kissed his way down across my navel. I disentangled my arms and grasped at my breasts, missing his attention already. My fingers circled my areolas, feeling them wet with Ryan’s saliva, as I watched him move downwards.

Is this really happening? Are you really letting it?

The voice of reason was calling on a crackly long-distance line. I hung up on it. Although my body wasn’t using words, it was talking a lot louder.

Ryan pulled my legs up until they were draped over his shoulders. Then I felt his fingertips sliding up the back of my thighs, under my skirt, until he had a hold of my panties. From his vantage point, he had a front-row seat to view how wet they were, plastered against my folds by how excited he’d made me.

The nerves resurfaced. No man had ever seen my breasts before, but my pussy was an entirely different level of intimacy. What was I supposed to do?

My body answered the question for me, pushing the backs of my calves against his shoulders to lift my ass off the bed, so my panties could slide down freely. I pointed my toes in the air to let him take them off, before relaxing and letting them flop over his shoulders again.

“You… are so fucking wet for me. Good girl.”

I blushed at the blatant truth, but his praise tempered my embarrassment. Without my panties there, I could already feel a tiny trickle of my slippery juices tickling its way downwards.

Ryan’s eyes were laser-focused on my virgin slit, but he made no move to free his cock from his pants. Instead, he turned his head and kissed my calf, then kissed on the inside of my knee, and slowly worked his way to his prize along the inside of my thigh.

When he got low enough, he had to back off the bed to continue comfortably. Wrapping his arms around my upper thighs, he pulled my ass to the edge to make the last few kiss-steps towards my sex.

This was nothing like I’d ever dreamed of as a young girl, having my first fantasies of what love and sex would be like. Me, an undercover cop on assignment, him a suspect. It was so fucking bad, but it
felt
anything but. It felt like everything was happening just the way it was supposed to.

Ryan’s hot breath puffed out against my wet folds, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t see his expression behind my bunched-up skirt, but I could feel the excitement in the tremble of his hands, which hummed at the same frequency as my own body.

His tongue touched lightly against my labia, and I threw my head back against the bed with a low sigh that bordered on a grunt. I tried to squirm down to push my pussy against his lips harder, but he had a firm grip on me and kept me just where he wanted me.

Licking slowly upwards with just the tip of his tongue, he traced first one side of my entrance and then the other, ending each stroke with a little flick that made me squeal and curl my toes. His tongue, his lips, his breath, his hands, everything felt so
perfect
on my body, my pussy. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to cum just the way he said I would.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands as Ryan slowly built up the pace of his explorations, occasionally dipping into my little honeypot, only to smear it over my clit and lap up any errant drips. They raced from clenching the covers, to squeezing my breasts, to being buried in my hair, a perfect expression of the chaos of bliss building up in my body.

My clit was humming harder with every passing moment, and every passing stroke of a tongue or caress of lips, when Ryan spread me open with his fingers on either side of my slit. It felt like that first stretch in the morning after a solid night’s sleep, so good that I barely had any brainpower left to be suitably embarrassed at this new level of vulnerability to this man I’d met so recently.

I heard Ryan’s breath catch in his throat and my eyes flew open, staring at the ceiling in fear. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d seen I was a virgin.

All the strength drained from my body and I felt deflated. For those few seconds, I wanted to close my legs to hide myself, but I couldn’t.

He couldn’t see that I was a cop, but I could see the sad truth that nobody else had wanted me before. I wasn’t any kind of prize, not the kind of girl he would really like.

“I’m sorry…” I began.

Ryan went down on me like his life depended on it, his tongue and lips moving at a furious pace. Energy surged back into me, making my legs quiver uncontrollably, and my pleasure finally found a voice, making me moan so loud that it echoed in the wide open spaces of the studio apartment.

My juices were flowing freely, but Ryan was keeping up with it all as if I tasted like the finest wine ever made. His tongue delved deep, as far as my hymen, spreading my juices over my clit and flicking from side to side so fast that it was impossible to feel the individual licks.

Something scary and beautiful was about to explode inside me. There was a constant thrum of pure sexual desire charging from my clit to my belly and every breath I took made me scream in ecstasy, my head thrashing from side to side, until my throat clamped shut and my eyes bulged for a second of calm before the storm.

Kaboom!

I shut my eyes against the burst of light and I reached between my legs, grasping at Ryan’s hair and pulling him against me as hard as I could before every muscle in my body cramped up with euphoria. From a great distance, barely audible over the booming of my own heart in my ears, I heard myself screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over and over again.

The pure pleasure barely contained inside me, and the rough feel of Ryan’s stubble against my inner thighs, were the only things keeping my mind attached to my body. Why would he need to sell drugs when he could make a woman feel this good?

One by one, the pleasure-cramps relaxed, leaving me shaking. I opened my eyes as I flopped back on the bed. Ryan’s superhuman tongue slowed down to the delicate teasing he’d started with, and I was forced into a full-body twitch every few strokes, as my sensitive post-orgasm labia jolted me.

Eventually, exhausted and with a sheen of sweat on my forehead, Ryan moved over me and kissed me more deeply than he had all night. I could taste the undeniable evidence of my orgasm on his tongue; he had claimed something from me that no other man had, and he wasn’t finished yet.

“I am going to
fuck
you until you scream my name,” he whispered into my ear, then teased me with a lick and a kiss on that magic spot he’d found earlier. “You’re such a good girl to save that perfect pink pussy for me.”

Sarina

R
yan stood
up and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a lean and chiseled torso with several tattoos that his file hadn’t noted, because he’d never been arrested and had a “stock take” done. The light was too dim to read the ones that appeared to be phrases, but the others swirled over his body hypnotically, leading the eye on a tour of his well-defined muscles.

I glanced up to his face and saw him with a hint of a one-sided smile, watching me drink him in. My legs were still splayed before him, so I thought there were probably more things to be self-conscious of than being caught looking at some eye-candy.

Knowing he had me on a string, he slowly and painstakingly pushed his pants down. My jaw dropped at the same snail-pace, as his concealed weapon was concealed no longer.

My legs twitched in an effort to protect myself from that throbbing masculine perfection, but ultimately fell back where they started. I was mesmerized by the way it promised pleasure and pain at the limits of my ability to take it, without using any words.

Ryan climbed back on to the bed, and the only protection I had between my virgin pussy and a monster cock was a short skirt. Most would say that wasn’t enough to mount a successful defense, and they’d be right.

The man I was supposed to be investigating tugged my last remaining scrap of clothing off and threw it a good distance across the room in disdain. I could feel the heat of his body between my knees as he slowly moved forward, his hard dick towering ominously over my innocence.

“Will you be gentle?” I asked.

“No. I’m going to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.”

His body inched forward, pushing my legs even wider, until he grasped his hard shaft halfway down and aimed his length at my entrance. It was almost absurd to see that thickness right next to my virgin pussy, to know that he intended to try to get something that big inside me, but it was happening anyway.

When the tip touched my sex, I gasped. I was probably still sensitive so soon after my climax, but his cock felt hot to the touch as he brushed it up and down along the length of my slit.

His pre-cum mixed with my natural lubricants until it was sliding easy, and that throbbing manhood felt a lot better. It reminded me of the wordless promise it had made when I first set eyes on it.

“Mmmm,” he groaned as he aligned himself with my tight opening and put some pressure on.

I hissed in through my teeth and reached out to push against his hips and make sure he was gentler than he said he was going to be. Ryan didn’t knock my hands off, but he kept on increasing the pressure until my pussy was a tight ring of fire around the head of his cock.

My brow knitted and I pushed against his hips harder. “Ow! Ryan, it hurts… I can’t…”

“Yes you can, you were
built
to fuck hard, Sarina.”

More pressure, more fractions of an inch of hard dick slid into me, until I had to take one hand off Ryan’s hip to bite the back of my wrist and cry out against it.
How
? How did other girls do this?

“Ow! Owowow! Please…
uhn!

The head of his cock slipped inside me and my taut entrance hugged his shaft just below that bumpy ridge. My hymen was strained to the verge of breaking. This was really happening. I was losing my virginity to my huge-cocked suspect.

Now Ryan moved my hand away from his hip, interlaced his fingers with mine and pushed my arms back above his head as he leaned forward. He was careful not to push his cock any deeper inside me, perhaps wanting to savor the moment he became my first lover.

I squirmed a little, waiting for the inevitable, but Ryan waited until I was still. His face was hovering right above mine, his eyes staring right into my soul.

“You love that cock, don’t you? You like being stretched out like that?”

Despite the discomfort, he was right. The pleasure he’d already given me was still echoing around under the noise of the pain, ready to make a triumphant return. All I had to do was let Ryan do anything he wanted, and I could have it all again.

“Yes…”

Never breaking eye contact, he shifted his weight upwards, then jerked his hips, pushing his cock through my virginity in one quick motion. I yelped and squirmed, but Ryan held my arms still and moved with me for a moment before slowly advancing.

The fire of his thick penetration moved deeper inside me as his cock explored me, the snug walls of my vagina being touched for the first time. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to blink, my eyes were locked with his, connected.

My world revolved around his hard rod, and just when I thought it must have no end, he stopped. I panted in relief as he pulled back an inch or two, and then my eyes widened and rolled back as he went forward again, deeper than before.

It was only by the grace of how wet he had made me that he could move that huge dick at all in the vice-like grip of my pussy, and his girth was pushing that natural lubrication to its limit. Hung like that, he could always turn to porn if the drug dealing didn’t work out for him.

When I finally felt his balls come to rest on my ass, I almost squealed in triumph. It was my first time, and I took him. There was a crazy kind of pride in that.

Ryan didn’t give me the time to revel in my victory though. After grinding against me, stuffing all the cock he possibly could into me so that the tip brushed my cervix, he pulled out almost all the way… and then he started giving me what he said I deserved.

While his balls had come to a gentle rest on my ass on the first stroke, now they slapped against it on all the subsequent ones. My breasts shook with the impacts and, when Ryan let go of my hands to grab on to my shoulders and stop me from being fucked off the far edge of the bed, I held them to stop them from wobbling like I was running without a sports bra.

“You feel so fucking good, Sarina, such a
tight
little…” Ryan trailed off to incoherent, but undeniably filthy, muttering, looking down at me as he sawed that glorious cock in and out of my inexperienced pussy.

I pulled Ryan close, pressing my breasts against him so I could free my hands. Holding him tight with one arm around his neck, I let the other roam all over the sculpted body.

He was working like a fine-tuned machine made with the sole purpose of jack-hammering a hard cock into me. With no clothes in the way, I felt those abs, those hard biceps, that
ass
. Everywhere was a new and exciting playground.

His muscles flexed and relaxed under my fingertips, and I basked in the unrestrained lust. The concentrated fire between my legs spread its energy throughout my body, making it easier to handle, and I felt myself less on edge.

My jaw muscles unclenched and I moaned and screamed my pleasure, as if making him aware of just how
good
it felt to have him fucking me would make him fuck me
harder
. I threw my legs around him and held on for dear life as he did exactly that.

Our bodies met over and over, slapping together to the beat of the oldest music made by mankind. I was wrapped so tightly around him that I could feel every bump and vein of his thick cock as he drove it in and out of me. I could sense another orgasm building, hot on the heels of the first one ever given to me by another person.

Just when I thought my pleasure was going to overflow in another climax, Ryan paused. I growled my frustration and even grabbed at his ass, trying to thrust him in and out of me for a moment.

He reached under my knees and pulled them over his shoulders again before leaning forward, bending me almost in half, and fucking me at the same frantic pace as before. Every stroke of his cock drove just that little bit deeper inside me in this position, and he used his full length to drive me straight back to the edge of my climax.

My feet wobbled crazily above us. like the leaves of small trees being shaken by a grizzly bear, and then the world started getting a little cloudy around the edges of my vision. I wasn’t sure if my squeals of delight were getting quieter or the booming of my heart was just getting louder, but either way, I felt the dams burst and pleasure overwhelmed me again.

Ryan felt my pussy clamp down on his cock even harder, felt my muscles shaking with the effort of dealing with the ecstasy he’d given me, and found a higher gear to shift to, making sure this orgasm was one for the record books. Electric bliss alternately curled and stretched out my toes and nowhere was quivering as much as my thighs.

As the pleasure peaked and slowly began to diminish, Ryan let my legs fall to his sides. He leaned forward again, directly over me. His hands slipped under my arms, and he grabbed twin fistfuls of my hair on either side of my head.

“Mmmm, yes,” I thought I heard myself pant.

“Look at me. Look at me.” He panted.

I tried to focus on him, regain that eye-lock we’d had earlier, but I was too distracted. My eyes were open, at least, and that seemed to be good enough for Ryan, because he let out a deep wordless growl and forced his cock as deep into me as he could.

The tip of his hard length was pressed against my cervix when I felt the first powerful jet of sperm unleashed inside me. Ryan’s groans of satisfaction mixed with my own as he pulled out, then slammed his cock all the way inside me again for the next spurt.

The feel of all that cum so deep in my pussy, hot and so fucking wrong, seemed to prolong the trailing edge of my orgasm, giving the sex-maniac who’d seized control of my mind all the incentive it needed to continue letting Ryan have his way with me. My pleasure only faded away to a dull afterglow at least a minute after Ryan became still.

The room was silent, except for the sounds of the two of us catching our breath. I could feel every hot puff of air against my neck and shoulder, as the perfect specimen of masculinity rested above me, his cock still rock hard and buried to the hilt in my newly deflowered sex.

I surprised myself by wrapping my arms and legs around him and turning my head to give him a kiss on the cheek before squeezing him tight. The way the two of us were connected like this, was something magical.

We were so close that we were almost the same person, in a way. I was supposed to be pretending to be somebody else, but he’d brought parts of me to the surface I wasn’t even sure I had, and knew me in ways nobody else did.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered.

I smiled, even though he couldn’t see it from his vantage point, then bit my lip when he started working that crazy voodoo magic again on my skin just behind and below my ear. The next thing I knew, Ryan was slowly thrusting his cock in and out of me again, kissing me hard.

Was this normal? Didn’t men need a break? How long could I keep up with him for?

I started moaning again.

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