Please!”
Vlad wasn’t quite ready. He settled himself between her legs on his knees. Adding a second finger to the first one he’d slipped inside, he stretched her in hopes of helping her accept his cock into her body. He rubbed the smooth elastic surface of her channel. Her hips began to move with the motion of his hand. When a new gush of cream drenched his fingers, Vlad knew it was time.
He positioned himself carefully at her entrance. It was hell to hold back. He wanted to thrust inside her sweetness as hard as he could and just soak up the satisfaction, but hurting her was not acceptable. So Vlad forced himself to go slowly.
Gaining inch by agonizing inch at a time, he slowly penetrated her tight sheath. The friction was glorious. He ground his teeth together and watched Mary’s face. Her expression shifted from anticipation to wonder until he finally seated himself completely inside her body.
Vlad began to move with slow, measured strokes. Then Mary wrapped her legs around his waist and he realized that she was taking control of their pace and making it her own. She pumped against him, rocking her pussy against the root of his cock until she was grinding his shaft against the walls of her channel.
Heat gathered at the base of Vlad’s spine. He was spinning quickly out of control. He needed to come. His release burned in his veins. His cock throbbed and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Come for me, Mary,” Vlad growled. “Come again and let me come with you.”
She cried out, flinging her head back against the mattress and scoring his shoulders with her nails as she reached her second orgasm. Vlad let go, filling her with his seed as his cock pulsed again and again. His head was fuzzy and his heart was pounding with myriad mixed emotions he could not begin to understand.
Chapter Eight
Mary rolled over in her bed and tried not to moan as a strip of sunlight stretched across her bed and dared to brush her face. It felt as if a brass band was playing inside her skull complete with batons stabbing through her eyes. There was a fine coating of cotton on the inside of her mouth. All in all she was heartily glad it was Saturday because she felt like crap.
She tried to sit up and realized she was pleasantly sore between her legs. The entire night came back in a rush of movie quality images that made her blush and press her palms over her cheeks in chagrin. She had totally thrown herself at Vlad. There was absolutely no question in her mind about it.
Mary flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Somehow she’d always thought that she would feel different after losing her virginity. She didn’t. There was no regret and no wishing she’d done things differently. Vlad had been amazing. He had made her feel things she couldn’t imagine wanting to forget.
Vlad. Where was he? She had a vague memory of him leaving the bed sometime in the small hours of the morning. She didn’t have his phone number or address or anything. It was almost as if it had never happened.
Panic took hold almost immediately. Mary rolled out of her bed and nearly threw up. She took great gasping breaths to calm her stomach. Eventually the urge to vomit was gone. That left her trying to figure out what she should do now.
Ioann’s school file.
Mary crawled to her dresser and yanked open the bottom drawer. She rummaged for a pair of sweat pants and an old hoodie. Still feeling weak, she actually rolled around on the floor pulling on her clothes while trying to use the least amount of effort possible.
When it came time to stand up, she grabbed the edge of the bed and attempted to pull herself upright. She swallowed back the bile that threatened to overtake her. Finally she felt well enough to shove her feet in a pair of old shoes and rummage for her keys.
Her purse was on the floor with her clothes from the previous night. She didn’t even remember getting undressed. Although she did remember everything that came after that.
Vlad wasn’t quite ready. He settled himself between her legs on his knees. Adding a second finger to the first one he’d slipped inside, he stretched her in hopes of helping her accept his cock into her body. He rubbed the smooth elastic surface of her channel. Her hips began to move with the motion of his hand. When a new gush of cream drenched his fingers, Vlad knew it was time.
He positioned himself carefully at her entrance. It was hell to hold back. He wanted to thrust inside her sweetness as hard as he could and just soak up the satisfaction, but hurting her was not acceptable. So Vlad forced himself to go slowly.
Gaining inch by agonizing inch at a time, he slowly penetrated her tight sheath. The friction was glorious. He ground his teeth together and watched Mary’s face. Her expression shifted from anticipation to wonder until he finally seated himself completely inside her body.
Vlad began to move with slow, measured strokes. Then Mary wrapped her legs around his waist and he realized that she was taking control of their pace and making it her own. She pumped against him, rocking her pussy against the root of his cock until she was grinding his shaft against the walls of her channel.
Heat gathered at the base of Vlad’s spine. He was spinning quickly out of control. He needed to come. His release burned in his veins. His cock throbbed and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Come for me, Mary,” Vlad growled. “Come again and let me come with you.”
She cried out, flinging her head back against the mattress and scoring his shoulders with her nails as she reached her second orgasm. Vlad let go, filling her with his seed as his cock pulsed again and again. His head was fuzzy and his heart was pounding with myriad mixed emotions he could not begin to understand.
Chapter Eight
Mary rolled over in her bed and tried not to moan as a strip of sunlight stretched across her bed and dared to brush her face. It felt as if a brass band was playing inside her skull complete with batons stabbing through her eyes. There was a fine coating of cotton on the inside of her mouth. All in all she was heartily glad it was Saturday because she felt like crap.
She tried to sit up and realized she was pleasantly sore between her legs. The entire night came back in a rush of movie quality images that made her blush and press her palms over her cheeks in chagrin. She had totally thrown herself at Vlad. There was absolutely no question in her mind about it.
Mary flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Somehow she’d always thought that she would feel different after losing her virginity. She didn’t. There was no regret and no wishing she’d done things differently. Vlad had been amazing. He had made her feel things she couldn’t imagine wanting to forget.
Vlad. Where was he? She had a vague memory of him leaving the bed sometime in the small hours of the morning. She didn’t have his phone number or address or anything. It was almost as if it had never happened.
Panic took hold almost immediately. Mary rolled out of her bed and nearly threw up. She took great gasping breaths to calm her stomach. Eventually the urge to vomit was gone. That left her trying to figure out what she should do now.
Ioann’s school file.
Mary crawled to her dresser and yanked open the bottom drawer. She rummaged for a pair of sweat pants and an old hoodie. Still feeling weak, she actually rolled around on the floor pulling on her clothes while trying to use the least amount of effort possible.
When it came time to stand up, she grabbed the edge of the bed and attempted to pull herself upright. She swallowed back the bile that threatened to overtake her. Finally she felt well enough to shove her feet in a pair of old shoes and rummage for her keys.
Her purse was on the floor with her clothes from the previous night. She didn’t even remember getting undressed. Although she did remember everything that came after that.
Similar Books
