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Darceline’s First Night, Part Two

Michael woke up in a daze, confused by his surroundings for a moment.

"Darceline?" he murmured as he sat up, starting to remember what happened.

The clock read 5:02 a.m., alerting him that he had to get home. His parents would be getting up in two hours, and he could not explain where he had been, if need be. He started getting up, reading a passage in the hotel bible before leaving the motel and checking out.

Michael drove home silently, his face reddening as he relived the previous night. He was ashamed, having to go to a prostitute for his first…anything. He had never been with a girl, ever, and gave up trying.

"Darceline," he muttered to himself, a small smile on his face. He had enjoyed her gentleness, and was nervous about her anyways. She had said it was her first night. Could it be true? He wanted to see her again, he had to…


Darceline woke up on the couch, her throat sore. She dreaded what her day, mostly her night, would have in store for her.

"Darcy, get the fuck in here!" Jeremy called from his room. Darceline quickly jumped out of the couch, her see-through lingerie swishing around her breasts.

"Yes Jeremy?" she squeaked, standing in the doorway. She could see from there that his cock was hard, and she could see the needle and baggy on his bedside table.

"Look what I woke up with, ready to earn your medicine?" Jeremy asked, the smile on his face making Darceline's heart sink.

"Of course," she replied, approaching his bed slowly. she just wanted to get her fix, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy.

"Get on the bed, bend over on your hands and knees in front of the mirror," Jeremy directed, "and make it snappy."

Darceline quickly complied, and as soon as she did, she felt her pimp's cock line up with her dry little puss.

"I-I-I can't get wet, Jeremy," she whimpered, and she heard him spit on his cock before pushing the head into her tight little hole, grabbing her by the hair and shoving his penis inside her roughly.

Darcy cried out and glanced at the mirror, seeing Jeremy look himself in the eye there. She hung her head in disgust and waited for him to finish. Ten minutes later, she heard him groan loud, pulling out to cum on her ass.

She waited a few minutes as he relaxed before moving out from under him, scampering over to his bedside table and sitting on a small stool next to it.

"You're lucky I don't just make you quit, you little whore," Jeremy muttered, putting his cock away as he moved to the edge of the bed. He tied her arm off easily and opened a drawer in the table, pulling out a spoon, lighter, and little bit of a cotton ball.

Heating up the heroin on the spoon, he placed the cotton in the black fluid and slurped it up with the syringe, sticking it in a barely visible vein on Darceline's inner elbow. She hissed as it pierced her skin and bit her lip.

"Go ride out your high, slut, you have a few hours until work, then I'll pick you up and take you back where you were last night," Jeremy muttered, backhanding her and pointing away from his room.

Darceline quickly scampered out of the room, still naked, and laid down, closing her eyes. She thought about Michael, where he might be, what he might be doing. She stretched, her arms above her head, back arched. Her right hand slowly slid to her breast, softly carressing it with her eyes closed. Darceline envisioned Michael, laying next to her, touching her. Her left hand moved down, to her stubbley honeypot, and slowly began rubbing her clit.

Her middle finger of her right hand swirled around her nipple, making it stand up, firm and perky. She moved to her other nipple, licking her finger before repeating the process. The cold air on her body felt good as she became more aroused, thinking of the cute weird client she had previously sucked off…..

She moaned softly, sliding her left middle finger inside her wet puss, breathing rapidly as she touched herself, her body writhing with pleasure. She moaned again, soft and quiet, as she felt her vaginal walls tighten around her finger. Her voice cut off as she climaxed, twitching a little and closing her legs tightly around her hand, her nails digging into her breast. She left her finger inside, feeling her warm insides throbbing, before getting up and making her way to the shower.

"Michael…" she whispered to her bathroom mirror before getting into the steamy shower, leaning her head against the tile wall…


Michael leaned his head on the tiled wall of his shower, the hot water cascading down his body. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't stop thinking about Darceline, that girl…that PROSTITUTE, he had met the night before. She was so beautiful… sure, her raccoon-like make-up was a bit messy, and her hair was a rat's nest, but under all that, he knew she was beautiful.

Looking down, Michael saw his cock twitch, and blushed even though he was alone. He had never been normal about anything related to sex, it was all so embarassing. The closest he had ever gotten to touching a girl before last night was at a wedding.

It was his uncle's wedding, or maybe a distant cousin, and his parents encouraged, more like forced, him to dance with one of the distant cousins present. She wasn't very pretty, but she had a beautiful ass and pretty large breasts for a fifteen year old. He was seventeen at the time, and they danced to one song before parting.

Later that night, there was a DJ and colorful lights in the dark, and everyone was dancing more wildly. The same cousin came up and started dancing with him, her breasts pressed to his chest, arms draped over his shoulders, and he felt himself get hard. His cousin didn't seem to notice, and somehow her lowcut shirt fell a little too low, revealing a little nipple, and Michael immediately came in his pants, groaning. He muttered an excuse about not feeling well and ran away.

"And that was that," Michael muttered to himself, turning off the shower water and ignoring his hard-on. As he dried off, he stopped in front of the mirror and dropped his towel, staring at himself in the steamy mirror. He stared into his reflection's gray eyes, his dirty blonde hair dripping. He was okay looking, and knew that if he were more confident, he'd have a girlfriend like Darceline.

"Darceline…." he whispered to his bathroom mirror, wrapping the towel around his waist and going to get dressed.

————-(Fast Forward Twelve Hours)—————

Darceline walked through the door after a long day of work at the strip club, her ass sore from getting pinched and slapped by the scummy regulars she always danced for. She let out a depressed sigh, knowing her night was nowhere near over. As she came into the kitchen, she saw a note on the table.

"Will pick you up at 9 tonight to take you back to your corner, be ready. –Jeremy"

Darceline almost smiled, having three hours to eat, nap, and get ready. But the smile didn't make it when she realized what she'd be getting ready for, to be used and abused. She quickly dumped a can on corned beef hash into a pan, frying it up on the dirty stove of the roach apartment she stayed in with Jeremy.

When the food was done and eaten, she set her alarm for 8:30 and took a long nap, hoping she'd be able to sleep enough to be food for the street, another disgusting drug addict, fucking for money…


Michael walked through the front door of his parent's huge two-story Victorian after a long day of school. He had wanted to take a year off from high-school, but his parents wouldn't have it. He needed to start medical school right away, he needed to be a young handsome doctor and marry a nice girl from another WASP-type family, and give his parents grandchildren!

Michael smirked a little, imagining what his parents would say if he brought Darceline home and presented her as his girlfriend. They'd probably disown him, or have heart-attacks. He walked into the kitchen and pressed a button on an intercom-device.

"Maria, I'd like dinner now. A nice lean steak and some macaroni salad, with a super baked potato, sour cream and all that. Thank you," he said, and sat down at the table. The cook/maid, Maria, came up from stairs to the maid's quarters and began cooking.

Michael wondered if she'd ever blow him, or let him titfuck her, because she was supposed to do everything he asked. He was suddenly very embarassed, and looked down, waiting to be served.


Darceline sat on the porch at 8:57, waiting for Jeremy to show up. She had on black fishnets, white six-inch heels, very short ruffled bloomers, a lacey white bra, and thigh-length black pea-coat over it. When Jeremy showed up, Darceline hopped up and got in the car, so as not to keep him waiting. He backhanded her just the same.

"You stupid cunt. Are you excited to go sell your disgusting body?" he growled, pinching her thigh hard. She shook her head and he let go, revving his engine and driving her to the street she had been at the previous night. "Make me some more money tonight, Darcy."

She tripped as she jumped out of the car, and watched Jeremy drive off, speeding. She stood in her usual spot, shivering, and waited.

Fifteen minutes later, an SUV pulled up in front of her, and a feminine finger beckoned from the window. The woman inside looked to be in her early thirties, and was wearing a pantsuit, her hair back in a severe ponytail.

Darceline gave the usual prices, to which the woman nodded and had Darcy get in. The woman drove into a garage a few blocks away, and turned her car off.

"Close your eyes," the woman said in a stony voice, and Darceline complied. She felt the woman's hands over her breasts, squeezing. "Oh, Stacy….you've been making eyes at me in the office for weeks…" the woman moaned, squeezing a little harder. "Dirty cunt, you know I'm married," she muttered, her hands pulling down Darcy's bloomers and fishnets, cupping her pussy. "What's that? You're not wearing any panties?" the woman said, and suddenly Darcy felt herself being moved around, and a mouth on her inner thighs. "I want a taste," the woman growled, and began going down on her, rubbing her clit fast and licking all over her cunt.

The whole situation was weird, but Darceline felt her body react, and soon she was twitching with an intense climax like nobody had ever given her. When she was done, the woman licked her up and then said, "pull up your panties, whore," in the same cold tone she had used earlier. She drove Darceline back to the street and literally kicked her out of the vehicle, making her land roughly and scrape up her arms. The woman grabbed five $5 bills, paperclipped together, and threw it at Darceline. "I'd kill myself if my daughter turned out like you," she shouted, slammed the door, and drove off.


Michael finished his dinner and went into his garage, sitting in his car for quite some time. All he could think about was Darceline, and how bad he wanted to see her. He didn't want to, though, at the same time. She was indeed a prostitute, probably a drug addict, and maybe even diseased. His insides felt wrong, and he made his decision.

Michael drove to Darceline's spot, just in time to see her shoved out of a black SUV and have money thrown at her. He gasped and pulled over across the street. Getting out of the car, he rushed over.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, concerned, trying to help her up.

"Fuck off!" she growled, not looking at his face. She didn't recognize his voice, and elbowed him away. "I'm a goddamn worthless pros-" she stopped talking when she looked up and saw who it was.

"O-oh…hello," she said, her voice softening nervously. She picked up the money and put it in her purse, shaking a little. Her face was red and her arms and hands were bleeding.

"W-w-want to g-go to my h-house to fix that u-up?" Michael stuttered, staring into Darceline's eyes. He was stuttering again, shy and nervous.

"Alright," Darcy said, taking his hand as he led her to his car, holding the passenger door open for her. He smiled to himself, glad his parents were out at some charity function. He started the car, and began the drive home…

wife shower dress she wasnt wearing any panties OR not wearing any panties

My First Time (Vampire Sex)

When the door clicks shut, I turn to Jesse and say, "Wanna go see what the bedroom looks like?" He shrugs and says, "Sure. Why not?"

We walk over to the stairs and climb up them, swirling around a glass pole that supports the steps. We reach the top and I become breathless. How can yet another room be so heartstopping!?

The room has white walls and ceiling, with the carpet being a soft beige color. There is a large black California king size bed with a white canopy surrounding a mirror that is above the bed. A large black dresser sits across from the bed, and a black armoire is on the left next to the bathroom door. A fireplace is on the right side of the room, with two red lounge chairs and a red couch between them in front of the fireplace. Above the fireplace is a flat screen TV. There are vases of flowers all around the room. Two large patio doors are covered by white silk curtains.

I walk to the curtains and pull them apart quickly. My hands cover my mouth, amazed at our view. The Eiffel Tower is directly in front of us. The patio has flowers around the wall, and there are two red lounge chairs facing the Tower. A small table sits between the chairs.

Jesse places his hands on my shoulders and he whispers, "N'est-il pas beau?" I smile. Isn't it beautiful?

I turn around and face him. I smile and nod my head, agreeing with him. He smiles wider at me, and wraps his arms tighter around my waist. I drape my arms over his shoulders and around his neck, staring into his beautiful eyes.

We slowly lean in towards each other, and as our lips meet, an overwhelming passion comes over me. Our lips move together in a sweet rhythm, and I move my hands up into his hair. He pulls me closer to him, slowly squeezing me tighter and tighter against his solid chest.

He lifts his hand to cup my cheek, and we shuffle our way over to the bed as we continue kissing. His tongue slides its way into my mouth, and I meet mine to his. Our tongues explore each other's mouths, fueled by passion.

He slowly guides me onto the bed, I crawling backwards as he crawls forward, still managing to continue our exploration. I feel my back press against the soft and silky white sheets, and Jesse crawls on top of me.

He slides his lips away from mine and down my cheek, along my jaw, over my earlobe, and down to my neck. He kisses and sucks on my neck, sending shudders throughout me and forcing me to release a soft moan.

He continues his work and slides his hands down my body; down my neck, across my collarbone, over my breasts, and around to my lower back. He pulls my body up towards him as he continues to make me release moans.

I feel his tongue run across the vein in my neck, and I shudder into his body. He grins, releasing a hot breath against my wet skin. I shudder again at the cool breeze, my eyes closed, and press his head back into my neck. He sucks on the vein, and he releases a small growl.

I feel a small pinch in my neck and my eyes shoot open. I release a loud moan, louder than the other ones I have made. My back arches, pressing even more into his body, and he gladly pulls me closer against him.

I feel a sucking and I shudder, releasing a distorted moan along with it. He sucks harder, and I can feel my blood being sucked into his hot and sweet mouth. I moan at the thought and he sucks even harder.

My hands are gripping at his hair and my eyes are burning with pleasure. Oh God, I don't ever want him to stop!

Just as I think that, Jesse pulls his teeth out of me and he lifts his head to look at me. He is grinning and blood glints on his lips, as well as his teeth. The sight and smell of not only the blood, but Jesse, drives me insane. His musky scent mixed with the blood is overwhelming.

I press his lips to mine and our tongues twirl together. His lips move roughly against mine, but I love it. I press harder, encouraging him.

He sits me up and he slides his shirt off. He tugs on my shirt as we kiss, and we slide it off together over my head. We toss our shirts blindly onto the floor and continue our kissing.

I feel exposed, the cool air brushing against my hot skin, but I find that it turns me on. He lies me backwards again and his hands slowly make their way down my tan body, making me shiver at his touch.

His hands find the button on my shorts and he slowly undoes it as we kiss. Not knowing what else I should do, I press my hands against his lower back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath his hot skin and his perfectly sculpted abs pressing against my stomach.

He gets the button free and slowly slides the zipper down. When he finishes with that, my heart pounds harder than it already is. He tugs gently on my shorts, breaking off the kiss so he can slide them off of my soft, smooth legs and exposing my silky white thong that matches my lace bra.

His eyes graze over my body, examining every inch with lust in his eyes. His eyes are swirling, with his pupils super tiny and red popping up. A memory attacks me, but I don't even bother to pay attention to it right now. I am too preoccupied with his lucious body and needy stare.

His warm hands slide up my calf, pressing against it so that my knee bends up towards me. He slides his way back up, his hand skimming over my soft skin and up my thigh as he looks me dead in the eye.

He takes my hands in his other hand and he pins them above my head, giving me a devious smirk as he comes closer to me.

I can feel myself starting to build, anticipating his lips against mine. As his face comes closer to mine, I stretch my neck up and try to meet his lips halfway. Just as I think our lips are about to meet, I feel nothing and then a tiny whoosh of air.

I slowly open my eyes and see Jesse staring directly at me, his face pulled slightly away from mine. I become sort of angry, wanting to taste his lips. A smirk comes across his face and he whispers, "Kiss me." A strange sense of deja vu comes over me, but I ignore it. I need his lips.

I stretch my neck closer towards him, and he pulls his lips away from mine again. I can feel my face get hot with frustration and I release a small growl. Jesse looks at me with an amused stare and then I let a loud growl rip out of my throat.

I break my hands from his grip and shove him backwards as hard as I can. He flies off of the bed and slams against the dresser, his hands gripping the edge of it. I move quickly and am right in front of him with my leg hiked up next to his hip just as a surprised look comes onto his face.

He looks down over me and he holds my thigh up with his left hand and his right hand curves around to my ass, gripping it firmly.

I throw my hands into his hair and stare at his lucious lips. "Kiss me," I say quietly, and flick my eyes up to his with my lips slightly parted. His eyes are swirling even faster and his lips press hard into mine before I comprehend him moving.
Our tongues explore furiously, almost as if we are having tongue fight. We walk back over towards the end of the bed and Jesse gently pushes me down onto it. We scoot our way back to the head of the bed and continue our intense war.

Jesse moves his lips back over my jaw and to my neck again. He sucks over the spot he drank from, and he makes his way down my collarbone. His hands curve under my body, lifting me up, and he unclips my bra with one hand.

I smile and he raises his head up with a smirk on his face. I raise my arms slightly and he slides the bra off of me. The cool wind brushes across my nipples, making them stick up. He smirks greedily at my breasts and tosses the bra with the flick of his wrist.

My heart pounds rapidly against my chest, and I know he can hear it. He meets my eyes again before pressing harder into my back, causing me to press against his body, and he lowers his lips to my chest.

The first sensation I feel is the flick of a warm and moist tongue across my nipple. I instantly release a loud gasp and rise off of the bed, shocked at the feeling. He does it again to my other nipple, and I release another gasp.

He smirks and wraps his lips around it, sucking gently and flicking his tongue back and forth over it. I relax a little bit and wrap my hands back into his hair, holding his head to me. His hot tongue sends electric shocks throughout my body, causing me to release small moans of pleasure. All I can think about is the pleasure he is bringing me.

His teeth scrape across my nipple and I shudder. He bites down gently, and I release an even louder moan. My nipples tingle with pleasure, and I beg him for him. "Oh God, please," I moan softly, gripping him tighter. I can feel a wet sensation beginning between my legs.

I open my eyes and look up. I am greeted with our reflection in the mirror, and realize I have forgotten all about it. My legs are spread apart and he is between them. My hands are clasped together behind his neck, pressing him to me. I can see his head moving slightly as he works with my chest, and I moan at the sight.

He nibbles harder and goes back and forth between nibbling and flicking his tongue. He switches to my other nipple and shows it the same attention. I run my hands down his back as I moan with my eyes closed. Okay, this has to be Heaven.

He releases me and he kisses his way back up to my neck and shows me the same treatment on my neck from earlier. I grip the back of his neck, egging him on. He rises up and kisses me, and he looks into my eyes with a smirk on his face.

Damn, this boy is sexy. My eyes skim down over his perfect body, and my hands run across his body. He grins at my touch, knowing I want him badly.

He brings his lips back to my neck and sticks his tongue out. He slowly drags it down. Over my collarbone, between my breasts, over my flat stomach, and he stops just above my thong.

My moan is constant as he licks his way down. He spreads my legs wider, and I shiver at his touch. He begins kissing downwards, slowly making his way towards my covered love button.

He switches his path, and starts to kiss over my leg socket and the inside of my thigh. I moan loudly, and grip his head towards me. He nibbles gently on the inside of my thigh and I release a louder moan.

My breathing has become shallow and my heart is pounding hard. I want him. I just want him. I don't care what he does as long as he keeps bringing me this sweet pleasure.

He makes his way back up to the covered part of me, and my breathing becomes faster. Will he like what he sees? I hope there is nothing wrong with me…

He kisses over the covered lips, sending a shudder throughout me. He sticks his tongue out, and dabs at my most sensitive part. I gasp loudly and grip his hair tightly. He breathes a hot breath onto me, and I know he is grinning.

His hands crawl their way up to my thong, and he hooks his fingers around the strings. Oh God. It's the moment of truth.

He tugs it down slowly, and my love organ is revealed. He smiles at the sight, and pulls the thong completely off of me. He tosses it off of the bed and he runs his hands gently over my hot skin. "Look who shaves," he says with a grin. I blush.

I moan at the cold touch of his hands, and he grins as he looks at me. He leans up to my ear, keeping his hand on me, and he whispers, "Do you like that, baby?"

He pulls back a little to see my reaction. I bite my lip and nod furiously as I look back up at him. He grins and goes back down between my legs.

"Now," he begins, his hot breath crawling over my sensitive skin, "I'm going to bring you an intense pleasure. Feel free to do whatever you have to. And if you feel like you're going to pee, go ahead. You aren't reall pee-"

"I know what an orgasm feels like," I breathlessly say, anxious for him to just please me. He gains a surprised look and on his face and then he says with a grin, "Well. You're gonna have to show me how you discovered that some time." I can't help but blush. He smirks.

He brings his focus back to between my legs and he slowly starts to rub me. I moan softly as he does so. He slowly increases the speed and pressure, and my moans grow louder as he goes faster.

After a moment, he stops and I open my eyes, wanting to know why he stopped. Just as my gaze lands on him, his tongue brushes over my clit. I release a loud moan and he grins. He does it again, and I release another moan.

He dabs at it with his tongue a few times before sucking on it and making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Oh God!

He wraps his arms underneath my thighs and presses down on my lower abdomen, holding me down.

I hold his head to me, wanting him to continue his magic. He flicks his tongue quickly over it and then he grips it in his teeth, making me release a groan. He flicks his tongue roughly over it, and a louder groan escapes my lips.

Then, he slides a finger inside of me, causing me to release a groan. He smirks and starts to move it in and out, curling his finger so it hits a certain spot that makes me a release a loud groan. As he increases his pace, he slides in another one, making me release a gasp.

As he continues with his fingers, he also continues with his mouth. I press him harder into me, loving everything he is showing me.

My breathing is shallow and I can tell my face is getting red from the intensity. He continues his playing and after a few moments, I can feel myself starting to build. My moans become louder and louder as it builds, and I can't take it anymore.

It rolls through me roughly, racking my body with shudders. My walls contract around his fingers, and I let out a very loud moan. I grip his head to me tightly and my hips buck at him. He continues to eat me and fuck me with his fingers, making my orgasm all the more intense.

When it finally settles down, I sink my head back down into the pillow and breathe heavily. My heart is pounding hard against my chest and I can feel sweat on my forehead.

I stare at my reflection. My eyes look wild, and they are a gold color. Flashes of green pop every once in a while as my eyes swirl fast.

Jesse slides his fingers out of me and to seal my orgasm, he kisses my clit gently before sitting back up.

I catch my breath and shoot my head up to look at him. I have to have this boy. He grins at me and makes his way back up to my neck, kissing and sucking on it again. Moaning loudly, I thrust my hands back into his hair and growl quietly.

His tongue skims all along my neck, and I know he is leaving hickies on my neck. I am glad I brought makeup to cover up my love bites.

I start to be come antsy quickly, wanting him more and more as each second passes. I bring his lips up to mine, loving the taste. My hands release his hair and slowly start to skim down his back before curving around to the front and finding his zipper. I mess with the button and it comes undone, and I thrust the zipper down.

Jesse smirks against my lips and he pulls them away. His forehead is pressed to mine and we open our eyes. Jesse stares at me with lust in his eyes and a smirk on his face. I stare back and bite my lip.

I feel as if I am not me right now, like I have been taken over by an animal. I am not the sweet, innocent little Alexiss. I am some unfamiliar person, but I think I just might be liking it.

Jesse's eyes drift down to his jeans and mine follow. We slide them off together and toss them onto the floor. He isn't wearing any underwear and I am surprised because I have never seen a penis before.

I stare at it for a moment, and Jesse looks at me for a reaction. I am curious about it. He smiles and pulls back a little bit. "Come over here," he says, and pats the spot next to him. I move over and he moves so his back is against the wall.

I stare intently at it, intrigued. Jesse smiles at me and I look back up at him, blushing. "Do you want to…touch it?" he asks me, giving me a reassuring smile. I blush even brighter and he says, "Go ahead. We're married, so it's okay. Just put your hand on it."

I am hesitant at first, but then slowly move my hand to it. I gently wrap my hand around it and am shocked at how hot it is. It is also really hard, and I can feel his heartbeat in it through the veins. It is hard to describe what it looks like, but I can't even wrap my hand around it all of the way and it is probably seven or eight inches long.

He releases a small growl when I place my hand around it, and I can't help but smile. I look back up to him and say, "Can I…taste it?" He seems shocked that I asked but he nods his head eagerly and says, "If you'd like."

I consider it for a moment and then slowly lower my mouth to it. I press my lips to the tip of it and slide it slowly into my mouth. I can only take a couple of inches. It tastes kind of salty, but I find myself being turned on by it.

I take it out of my mouth and lick it, savoring the taste. He moans softly as I lick it, watching me. I just hope I am doing a good job, but by the way he is moaning I would say I am.

I lick it for a few more minutes before he says breathlessly, "I'll teach you what to do later on, but right now, I have to have you." His eyes are swirling so fast that the red flashes are blurred. I can't even see his pupils anymore, and I grin.

I sit up and spread my arms out. With a small smirk, I say, "Come get me." He looks me over for a second, licking his lips, and then he lunges at me. I can't help but release a small growl as he attacks me, loving it.

He bites at my neck, and then lifts himself up above me. He grips himself in his hand and says, "Spread your legs, baby." I spread them wider, and he moves closer to me. I can feel my clit throbbing in anticipation, wanting him inside of me.

He presses the tip against my opening, and I find myself shaking with nervousness and anticipation. He looks me dead in the eye and says, "This shouldn't hurt too bad. Being a vampire kind of helps with pain."

I give a nervous smile and then he thrusts into me hard. I mean HARD. I grip at his back and bite hard into his shoulder, smothering my scream. It feels like the lower half of my body was just ripped in half and is now on fire. So much for barely feeling any pain.

My teeth pierce into his shoulder as I bite it, and I suck some of his blood in hopes that it will make the pain go away. He moans loudly at his thrust and my sucking, and that also helps distract me.

He remains still for a moment, letting my body adjust to him, and I suck his blood a little more. The pain slowly slips away, and I release my death grip on him but I keep my hands on his shoulders.

I lie back down on the bed and look into his eyes. I can see that it is taking all of his strength not to pound into me hard and fast, and I appreciate his effort. He smiles down at me and says, "The worst part is over with." I smile back at him and he kisses me.

As he kisses me, he slowly goes in and out, being gentle so my body can adjust. A much more subtle throbbing still remains, but it is withstandable. I curl my hands into his hair as he kisses me, and then he kisses my neck again.

As he does that, he constantly hits a spot inside of me that sends pleasure through me, and the pleasure builds with him kissing my neck. I release a moan, and grip him harder to me. He increases his speed a little, and the pleasure grows even more.

"Oh God. Please. Please, go harder…" I whisper breathlessly into his hair. He stops moving then and brings his gaze back up to my eyes. His eyes are swirling very fast, and I can only imagine what my eyes are doing.

"Beg for it," he says in a voice much deeper than usual. I shudder at his voice, loving how dominating it sounds and making me want to do anything for him. I keep my gaze locked onto his and say, "Please. Please, Jesse. God, you don't even know how bad I need you right now." I bite my lip, so horny and upset that I'm not recieving my pleasure even though it is right in front of me.

"Jesse," I say and look deeply into his eyes, "fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast. I think I am going to burst if you don't give me the pleasure I need right now." At that, he smirks and says, "Like this?" and he thrusts into me harder than ever. He hits the pleasure spot, and I release a super loud moan.

"Oh God! Yes!" I moan to him, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes in pleasure. I can hear him smirk and he thrusts into me again, releasing a grunt of his own. I moan again, and press him into me.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he thrusts into me again. I bite my lip, holding in my moan and watch the scene play out. He is watching it, too. He thrusts into me, and I throw my head back again.

"Oh God," I moan breathlessly. Jesse looks up to me and smirks. I look into his eyes and say, "Fuck me faster. Oh God, pleeeease fuck me faster!" I have no idea why I am saying such vulgar things, but I am desperate for him. He grins and he thrusts hard into me, and then again and again and again.

My mouth gapes open from the constant pleasure and I release a scream before smothering it into his shoulder again. He continues his hard and fast pace, and I can feel my orgasm starting to build up rapidly.

Jesse is breathing hard and still thrusting fast. I can feel my walls close against his member, squeezing so tight to the point that I can feel it throbbing inside of me. The feeling of his hotness inside of me makes me moan even louder.

His continuous thrusting finally starts to pay off because after a few more minutes, I am about to explode. My moans are louder than ever, and then my orgasm begins.

It feels like a dam breaking, and it begins in my lower abdomen. I release a soundless scream, and Jesse grins. "Cum for me, baby," he says dominatingly, and I do. He places his hand on my lower stomach and continues his quick pace. My body is racked harshly as my orgasm rolls through me like a tidal wave.

My legs squeeze tighter around his waist and my walls contract around him, feeling his heart beat. I bite into his shoulder again, trying to smother my screams as best as I can.

As my orgasm reaches its peak, Jesse releases a loud groan and says, "Fuck, baby. Just like that." He presses his lips to mine. He stops moving and holds himself inside of me. My walls are still contracting, and I feel a hot liquid shoot into me, sending me even further over the edge.

I can feel him throbbing inside of me, and then he slowly starts to move back and forth again, as if I am milking him. More hot liquid shoots into me.

It takes us both a minute before we calm down and Jesse rolls onto his back next to me. We lie there, staring at the ceiling, as we regulate our heartbeats and breathe heavily. I can feel our love juice slowly drip out of me and onto the sheets.

I look over to Jesse and he looks at me, his swirling eyes starting to slow down and his pupils returning to normal size. He has collected a bead of sweat on his forehead and his face is flushed red.

I smile tiredly at the sight and he smiles back at me. I can feel some sweat on my face and my face feels hot.

He scoots over to me and gives me a quick peck on the lips. He pulls back and looks into my eyes. "So," he says, "did you enjoy your first time?" I let out a small laugh and he does too. I smile at him and say, "I guess you could say that." He smirks back and pulls me to him, closing the space between us.

He drapes his arm over my waist and looks me deep in the eye. "I love you," he says. I smile at him and place my hand on his cheek. "I love you, too," I reply and he smiles again. I kiss him and we release each other after a moment.

I smile tiredly at him and then flip over onto my other side. He drapes his hand over my stomach and pulls me directly into him. Our hot naked bodies pressed together makes me smile. He kisses me on the cheek and I smile even wider. Eventually, we fall asleep, naked and spooning in our fancy hotel room.