14. Thunder

THUNDER

Nice, deep, and slow was the way to go. She responds better to those deep strokes that lifted her ass in my hand. I was mesmerized by the sight of my cock’s impression in her stomach; that shit looked like it measured half her chest.

Because I was holding her in place, she wasn’t free to move; she could only lay there at my mercy and endure the onslaught on her senses. I liked the way she moved her head in my hand, the way she tried to spread her legs opens wider to take me in deeper.

I was still only fucking her with about three-quarters of my dick, and I realized that if I wanted to go in deeper, this lounger wasn’t the best place to do it. But there was no way I was pulling out of her long enough to take us inside to my bed.

So I fucked her with seven and a half inches, and it was superb bliss. Her pussy was so wet I slid in and out with ease. I was looking down between us at where my cock split her pussy, and I started shooting just like that. I wasn’t even anywhere near ready to cum yet, but just the sight of her spread out to take my cock, her pussy lips snapped tight around my girth, was enough to set me off.

I shot once, twice, before I fell on her neck with my teeth because I wanted to feel that squeeze around my cock the same way she did it each time I marked her. The feeling of both of us cumming together as her pussy squeezed and released around my cock, the way her hands gripped the muscles of my arms as she strained to meet my cock, all of it combined, had me shooting off inside her a third and a fourth time.

But it didn’t stop there. I’ve heard of the double shot before. It’s when a man cums twice in one fuck because the pussy’s so good. But I never had the pleasure of that experience before, until now.

I kept cumming in her pussy unabated, splash after splash of hot thick cum against her pink walls; it was like a tsunami. And all the while, all I could think about was the fact that if this shit was this good with less than my whole dick inside her, I couldn’t wait to bottom out in her.

I tried my best not to crush her beneath me because I was about twice her weight. But as soon as I twisted to the side and released her, she bolted. Just hopped right up and sped across the balcony.

I was up and behind her in a flash, catching up to her at the top of the stairs. “No!” I wrapped my arms around her from behind. I knew this might happen, that someone as innocent as her might have a lot of hang-ups about sleeping with me on the first night.

But I wasn’t about to let her crawl back into her shell. She might have all the time in the world, but I didn’t. I wasn’t kidding when I said she almost cost me my sanity before. And just as I suspected, not that I’d had a taste of her sweet cunt there’s no way I’m letting her go. Not one step.

“I feel so ashamed.”

“Why?”

“Because, because I barely know you and…”

“That’s funny. I was right there with you, and I don’t feel any shame at all.”

“It’s different for you, you’re a man.”

“Who made those rules? I’ve known you for as long as you’ve known me. We both enjoyed what just happened here, so why should one feel shame if the other doesn’t?” She turned and buried her face in my chest.

“I can’t go back downstairs; I bet those kids would take one look at me and know what I’ve been doing.”

“You don’t have to.”

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AMANDA

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He liftedme again and walked back towards the loungers but kept going to the wall. He lifted some kind of panel that looked like just another brick in the wall and punched in a code on the buttons that were hidden there.

The wall disappeared, and in its place was a little walkway. As soon as we stepped inside, the wall behind us slid close, and another opened up in front of us. This one led to the biggest master suite I’ve ever seen. It was the entire width of the top floor of the castle.

We stepped down three steps into the sitting room, which had couches and armchairs strategically placed for the best view out the windows that banked one whole side of the wall. To the right were French wooden pocket doors that I guess led to the walk-in closet, and beyond that was the bathroom because to the left, three steps led to the biggest bed in creation.

It was huge and could no doubt sleep seven full-sized men. That’s where he took us, putting me to stand on my feet next to the bed. I didn’t speak; I just stood in front of him and let him unzip my dress in the back before easing the sleeves down my arms.

I stood in front of him in my bra and nothing else since he’d destroyed my underwear, the damage of which was now stuffed into one of his pockets. Thank heaven, I was wearing a cute bra. I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious about the way he stared at my body because he lifted me and placed me in the middle of that sea of a bed.

The sheets felt like clouds, and the mattress was springy, soft, yet firm. He stood there looking down at me for the longest time before undressing. My eyes were transfixed on his torso, not just the tattoos that covered most of his chest but his muscles and the strength that emanated from him.

I was so wet and hot that I wanted to touch myself. For some reason, all the sexual fantasies I ever had came to mind, and I knew I could live them with him. Would he find me too bold? Too aggressive? That’s what Dan always said when I tried to initiate anything or hint at trying something new.

But something about the look in Thunder’s eyes told me that I could do anything I wanted, and he would be right there with me. That’s why as soon as his beautiful cock sprung into view, I was up on my knees, leaning over to take him into my mouth before I could chicken out.

I licked the juices from the tip of his cock and felt it twitch on my tongue. I teased him to my heart’s delight, and he didn’t complain, didn’t try to hurry me along; he just stood there next to the bed with his hands at his sides, letting me do as I pleased with his hard cock.

I gripped my hips when his cock grew harder and was hard to fit in my mouth. He pushed in and out of my mouth the way he’d done between my thighs, and I got hotter. There was an ache deep inside me brought on by having his cock in my mouth.

I swallowed more of his cock into my mouth, and when he fisted his hand in my hair, I hummed around his cock and came. He drove his cock deeper into my mouth when he leaned over my back to shove two long thick fingers into my wetness.

I moved against his hand, pushing back as hard as I could, and broke into tears because it wasn’t enough; I needed to feel him inside me again. I wanted his larger frame pressing me into the mattress as he pounded into me.

My mind was filled with wild, lustful thoughts, and he seemed to know because he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back on the bed. Then he pushed my legs back to my ears, opening me up wide to his gaze.

The way his nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened had me leaking juice. I almost came out of my skin when he leaned down to sip from between my thighs, and the growl that came from his chest vibrated through me because his tongue was inside me when he made the sound.

I made sounds I didn’t even know I knew when he ate at my flesh, pushing his tongue deeper as he pushed my legs back further, wider. I came with a scream and bucked against his mouth. And when he moved his head away, I almost yelled for him to come back. I felt so empty.

But I needn’t have worried. We both looked down between us as he led his cockhead to my opening while pressing down on my knees to keep my legs open for him. “Put me inside you.”

I was only too happy to rear up and grab his cock, bringing it to my entrance. He took over as soon as his flesh touched mine, and we watched together as he disappeared inside me. There was much more room on the bed, and I felt more of him slip inside me as he sawed back and forth in a motion that I soon caught on to and kept up with him.

“Fuck you’re beautiful.” What did he see when he looked at me? How is it that I feel more beautiful because of the way he looks at me? I moved with him without fear of outpacing him. He let me move as wildly as I wanted and took me over again and again.

I felt free, safe, and protected in his arms. Even though his cock stretched me painfully, I didn’t care because I knew he would take care of me.