Chapter 6

6

ZANE

F uck, this woman was hot.

Not only did she head straight to the pole upon command, but she pulled down her panties and kicked them to the side. That left her completely nude in front of me.

I unfastened my pants and let them drop, then worked at removing my underwear, shoes, and socks. The whole time, I didn’t take my eyes off that gorgeous ass and the way her hair cascaded down her bare back. It was the hottest sight I’d ever seen.

And she was all mine. For now, anyway. Hopefully forever.

“Can you touch yourself the way I touched you?” I asked as I came toward her. Instead of stepping up to stand behind her, though, I lay on the floor. “I want you to keep touching your clit while you fuck me.”

She made another noise. It was similar to the one from earlier. A high-pitched sound. It went straight to my cock because I knew it was something she couldn’t control. She was that turned on.

That was my girl. Now I just had to get her past the pain of losing her virginity.

“You’re going to hold onto the pole while you lower yourself onto me,” I said, positioning myself on the ground.

I was fully lying down and now I scooted forward, spreading my legs until they were on either side of her and the pole. She hesitated, and I knew she was probably confused, but she did as I said, starting to move from a standing to a squatting position while also keeping her left hand on the pole.

And then she was above me, that glistening pussy just inches from the tip of my cock. I wanted to stop her and lick her until she came, but there’d be time for that later. Right now, I had to feel that pussy around me before I came all over myself.

“You’ll want to go slowly,” I said as I grasped my erection and maneuvered it until I was holding steady at her entrance. “It’s going to hurt at first. We could switch to missionary position if?—”

“No!” she interrupted. “This is…hot.”

No argument from me. I couldn’t imagine it getting any hotter than this. In fact, I might have to put a stripper pole in my bedroom so we could fuck like this every night.

I continued grasping my cock as she inched downward, pausing and even sucking in air between her teeth a couple of times. Normally, I would have been caught up in the feel of her warm pussy around me, but all I could think about was her pain. I wanted to take it away.

She seemed to find a way to make things easier, though, bouncing on me as she worked to accommodate my girth. I’d always been generously sized, but my thickness was actually getting in the way this time. Someday soon, she’d be able to fully enjoy it, and that was what I held onto.

“You feel so good, baby,” I said, hoping sexy talk would help. When she let out a moan, I knew I’d hit the mark. “You’re so warm and wet. Are you touching yourself?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I want you to concentrate on that,” I said. “Don’t think about me. Just touch that clit like I did. We’re going to make you come again.”

She paused at those words, and I knew exactly what she was thinking. A second orgasm would be impossible. Maybe because it was her first time. Or maybe because of the pain. She might even think that women had to wait a while between orgasms like men did. Nope. She could come ten times in ten minutes if she wanted to. I planned to show her that very thing once we were past this painful first time.

But within a couple of minutes, she was breathing heavily and her bounce was much more enthusiastic. She wasn’t going too deep, but her movements were still all it took to push me closer to orgasm. I had to distract myself with baseball stats. A cliché, but it worked.

Suddenly, she gasped, “I’m coming. I’m coming again. Oh, my God! Oh yes.”

I squeezed my eyes closed and gritted my teeth, still trying to hold back. But then I realized she was coming. That meant I could let go too. I felt her hands brushing across my ball, and the last of my restraints fell away as I gently grasped her hips, still letting her control the movements.

My cock began to throb, then I shot cum deep inside her. “Fuuuuuuuuck!” I cried out, drawing the word out much longer than necessary. But I wasn’t in control here. My body had taken over.

Finally, I was spent. I eased her off of me, mostly so she could get comfortable. It was as she turned back to face me, her naked body flushed from our lovemaking, that I heard the unmistakable roar of the garage door opening.

The truck was back. If we didn’t get dressed quickly, we’d be busted.