stared at the man on the bed, wondering next what she should do.
She half expected her first time to be the man doing the work.
He didn’t make a sound of any kind or move
on the bed. His hard cock pressed against his flat belly. Katrina moved over to
a drawer, opened it, and brought out a bottle of oil. She poured a large amount
onto her hand then went over to the bed. Fascinated, she began to massage his
cock with it, making it nice and slick.
Slowly she crawled up on the bed, over
him, straddling his hips. Her mouth went dry at what she was about to do. This
wasn’t how she dreamed her first time would be. This wasn’t how it was supposed
to happen. Yet, here she was, taking control over it all.
Biting her lip, Katrina took hold of his
staff, poised it at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself down. She bit
harder to stop herself from crying out. His thickness really did stretch her,
burn her, made her want to stop, but she didn’t. She couldn’t show weakness,
not when she knew her mother was watching.
“Please, help me,” she whispered low,
hoping that only he would hear her. “I can’t do this.”
He growled low behind the gag, turned his
head, and gave her a very small nod, but he didn’t do anything, not that he
could do much. Instead, he moved his face back and forth, moving his jaw
upward. Katrina figured after he did this a few times that he wanted her to
remove the gag. A bad idea under other circumstance, but for this she thought
that it couldn’t hurt her to take it off. After all, what could he do, talk her
to death?
She leaned forward, reached behind his
head, through the thick silk locks of his hair, and unclasped the gag. Her
hands shook as she pulled it away. He licked his lips, moved his jaw around,
and took a deep breath, letting it out through those full lips of his.
“You’re tight,” he rumbled.
“This isn’t going to work.”
“Sure it will. Hold on.”
“Huh?”
He thrust hard, upward, stealing her
breath, burning her from the inside out. Tears came to her eyes. She bit her
lip again to still the scream, and still it felt like more was being pushed
into her.
“Now move damn it,” he growled.
Katrina knew just what to do, but she
couldn’t move yet until the pain subsided. She could feel him throbbing under
her, in her, and still she couldn’t move.
“Move!” He strained against the chains
that held him down.
Mouth open, hands on his lower belly,
Katrina rose up and slowly back down. Her body wasn’t use to him yet, but she
had no choice. He panted under her, bucked, tried to go faster, and yet she
didn’t let him.
“I swear…” He sounded angry. “Fuck I swear
you’re going to pay for this.”
Katrina ignored him and kept moving.
Something began to change for her, something built, and she couldn’t put a
finger on it yet. A pressure started, one that seemed to get stronger and
stronger.
“Faster,” he demanded, bucking under her.
“Fuck!”
She started to move faster and the
pleasure mixed withpressure became
so intense that she didn’t know if she could keep going or not.
It hit. She screamed.
Slamming down upon him, head tossed back,
she gasped, panted to breathe while her first orgasm hit her. She didn’t even
know if he came or not.
Before it all ended, Katrina lowered
herself down onto his chest, waiting for her breathing to return to normal,
hearing the pounding of his heart.
“One day, little girl, you’re going to be
under me, and I’ll be the one to pound into you, not stopping until I come.”
Slowly she rose back up, looking down at
him. Still trying to catch her breath, she slipped out of him, then off the
bed, backing away on shaky legs.
“I’ll never be under you,” she said back.
“Ever.”
He laughed. A deep rich sound that had her
shivering. “Don’t bet on it, little girl.”
Chapter Six
Reed stood on the small porch staring up
at the
She half expected her first time to be the man doing the work.
He didn’t make a sound of any kind or move
on the bed. His hard cock pressed against his flat belly. Katrina moved over to
a drawer, opened it, and brought out a bottle of oil. She poured a large amount
onto her hand then went over to the bed. Fascinated, she began to massage his
cock with it, making it nice and slick.
Slowly she crawled up on the bed, over
him, straddling his hips. Her mouth went dry at what she was about to do. This
wasn’t how she dreamed her first time would be. This wasn’t how it was supposed
to happen. Yet, here she was, taking control over it all.
Biting her lip, Katrina took hold of his
staff, poised it at her entrance, and slowly lowered herself down. She bit
harder to stop herself from crying out. His thickness really did stretch her,
burn her, made her want to stop, but she didn’t. She couldn’t show weakness,
not when she knew her mother was watching.
“Please, help me,” she whispered low,
hoping that only he would hear her. “I can’t do this.”
He growled low behind the gag, turned his
head, and gave her a very small nod, but he didn’t do anything, not that he
could do much. Instead, he moved his face back and forth, moving his jaw
upward. Katrina figured after he did this a few times that he wanted her to
remove the gag. A bad idea under other circumstance, but for this she thought
that it couldn’t hurt her to take it off. After all, what could he do, talk her
to death?
She leaned forward, reached behind his
head, through the thick silk locks of his hair, and unclasped the gag. Her
hands shook as she pulled it away. He licked his lips, moved his jaw around,
and took a deep breath, letting it out through those full lips of his.
“You’re tight,” he rumbled.
“This isn’t going to work.”
“Sure it will. Hold on.”
“Huh?”
He thrust hard, upward, stealing her
breath, burning her from the inside out. Tears came to her eyes. She bit her
lip again to still the scream, and still it felt like more was being pushed
into her.
“Now move damn it,” he growled.
Katrina knew just what to do, but she
couldn’t move yet until the pain subsided. She could feel him throbbing under
her, in her, and still she couldn’t move.
“Move!” He strained against the chains
that held him down.
Mouth open, hands on his lower belly,
Katrina rose up and slowly back down. Her body wasn’t use to him yet, but she
had no choice. He panted under her, bucked, tried to go faster, and yet she
didn’t let him.
“I swear…” He sounded angry. “Fuck I swear
you’re going to pay for this.”
Katrina ignored him and kept moving.
Something began to change for her, something built, and she couldn’t put a
finger on it yet. A pressure started, one that seemed to get stronger and
stronger.
“Faster,” he demanded, bucking under her.
“Fuck!”
She started to move faster and the
pleasure mixed withpressure became
so intense that she didn’t know if she could keep going or not.
It hit. She screamed.
Slamming down upon him, head tossed back,
she gasped, panted to breathe while her first orgasm hit her. She didn’t even
know if he came or not.
Before it all ended, Katrina lowered
herself down onto his chest, waiting for her breathing to return to normal,
hearing the pounding of his heart.
“One day, little girl, you’re going to be
under me, and I’ll be the one to pound into you, not stopping until I come.”
Slowly she rose back up, looking down at
him. Still trying to catch her breath, she slipped out of him, then off the
bed, backing away on shaky legs.
“I’ll never be under you,” she said back.
“Ever.”
He laughed. A deep rich sound that had her
shivering. “Don’t bet on it, little girl.”
Chapter Six
Reed stood on the small porch staring up
at the
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