DANIEL'S GIRL: ROMANCING AN OLDER MAN by Katherine Cachitorie, Mallory Monroe

 
    So he studied her.   He was beginning to enjoy even the feel of
her margins when she hit ecstasy.   And
that was when he shoved it in with a push that tore through her and ignited him.   She screamed out, and looked at him in
horror, as his big, thick dick tore through her maidenhood.
    “It’s all right, baby,” he reassured
her.   “It’s all right.”
    He pulled out of her, with her blood
now on his sheath penis, but he slid back in again. “Look at me,” he said as he
slid back in.   He knew it was the oddest
feeling in the world to her, and it wasn’t a good feeling either.   “Keep looking at me, baby,” he continued
talking to her.   “Keep thinking how good
I’m going to make you feel.   And it’s
going to feel good.   It doesn’t feel good
now for you, but it will.   The more I do
this, the better it’s going to start feeling.”
    And he kept doing it.   He kept fucking her.   He kept sliding in and out of her in steady
strokes that picked up in rhythm with every thrust.   She was so tight and felt so sweet to the
touch that he was afraid he was going to ejaculate prematurely.   But he was able to maintain his control.   He pushed further and further in with each
and every stroke.
    He knew what he was doing.   He knew that this would be the last time he
would be this gentle with her, because he was determined to break her in
right.   That was why he didn’t stop.   That was why he kept fucking her despite her
discomfort.   He had to get her accustomed
to his size, and to him, inside of her.   He was her very first, and he loved that he was.   He loved that he was the only man who had
ever experienced this.   He was her first.   But as he continued to fuck her, as he
continued to hold her in his arms and devour her pussy and suck her breasts, he
somehow knew that he was also going to be her last.   No other man was touching her.   She was his.   Somehow he knew it even then.
    And soon, as he continued to fuck her,
she began to feel a change.   No longer
was she reliving that traumatic breakthrough.   No longer was she focusing on the discomfort of having such a massive
thing inside of her.   She was now feeling
the sensuality of that massive thing.   She was taking all of that manhood inside of her and feeling every inch
of him.   She felt it with every
stroke.   Her passageway was so tight, and
so fraught with friction, that it felt as if steel was pushing into her.   And suddenly steel never felt so good.   And the spots he was rubbing against and
sliding against, began to come alive.  
    He wrapped her tighter in his arms
when he realized she was there, that the pleasure had arrived.   He began to accelerate his thrusts.   She was feeling it, every touch of every inch
of it, and now he knew they were on one accord.   They were together in this.   She
was feeling the sensations and he was living the sensations.   And he was determined to make her cum.   He didn’t want her to just survive their
first mating, he wanted her to ride with it.
    “You feel that?” he asked her as his
mouth kissed her ear.
    “Yes,” Nikki replied, holding onto him
as he thrashed into her.   “I feel it.”
    And she felt it, she felt every spot
he hit, and she rode with it.   She rode
with it for the longest time.   The bed
was rocking and her body was rocking and he was fucking the shit out of her.   She was almost off of the bed he was fucking
her so hard.   She’d never felt this way
before in her life.   He nailed her, at
just that right spot, and it made her feel intoxicated with passion.   And he kept on nailing her, and thrashing
her, over and over until he hit that one spot one time too many.   And an explosion occurred.   Her feelings changed yet again and her
vaginal muscles clenched around Daniel’s dick so hard and with such force that
her entire body ignited with ripples of sensation.   She arched her back, lifting high off the
bed, as the pleasure