Page 71 of A Vegas Crush Collection #2

"That’s good, but still I wanna be extra safe with you because you deserve it.

" Leaning in, I kiss her mouth and tug off my shorts at the same time, my dick so hard it jerks and bobs in her direction while I dig for a condom from the bedside drawer. As I’m rolling it down my length, she stares fascinated at the raging monster that is my cock right now.

Does great things for my ego having her eyes on me, looking like she wants what I’m selling.

“It’s big,” she says, never taking her eyes away from my cock.

I love you.

“It’s gonna hurt. At first. Sharp pain just as I push all the way in. You just breathe through it and I’ll give you a minute to adjust. You tell me when to move.” And fucking hell, that better be quick as it’s been months since I’ve been inside a woman.

I can’t even remember the last faceless girl I fucked, and honestly? I’m glad. But my balls are ready to release a long-ass time of pent-up need. My cock has wanted inside this woman from the first moment I saw her. And he has never had to wait like this before.

God, I want this woman more than breathing.

She nods as I position myself between her legs, the first touch of my cock to her pussy nearly burns us both.

I kiss her again, swollen lips, her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat.

She pushes her tongue into my mouth, moaning, her hands moving along my back, down to my ass.

She pushes me forward and I slowly but firmly bury my cock inside her.

It’s tight as I fill her, her fingernails digging into my backside with a soft gasp.

“Hurt me,” I say. “Scratch me. Claw me. Whatever you need.”

“I’m ready,” she says, an errant tear rolling down her cheek.

I kiss it away and vow to remember the taste of her virgin tears. Zoya’s virgin tears when she gave herself to me for the very first time.

“Are you okay? Are you hurting, baby?”

“Only a little.”

I nod, lavishing her mouth with kisses, distracting her as I start to move, slow pumps in and out of her tight, wet cunt, ready to explode already. Fuck. I’m never going to last any time at all because she feels so good. Perfect. Made for me.

I go slowly, partly because I don’t want to hurt her, but also because I don’t want to come yet. I want to make her come again, though. I want her to love sex, to want more of it...with me. I want her to want me. I want more from her than just this today.

When she starts to roll her hips to meet my thrusts, her eyes closing, that dreamy expression returning to her beautiful face, I know we’re good.

I pick up the pace, in and out, filling and retreating.

I flip to my back, bringing her along so she’s straddling me.

Her breasts move free, fully naked and so, so beautiful.

I sit up slightly, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as she cries out, her movements on top of me increasing as she learns what feels good, how this works.

I let her move at her own place, exploring her own desire.

Her movements start to deepen, her hips rolling, her clit brushing against the base of my cock as she starts rocking into another climax.

When she comes again, it seems to surprise her. Her eyes go wide as her hungry cunt clenches hard around me, her back arching, her tits shaking as she trembles in intense pleasure.

On a whim, I pull the bands from her braids and she shakes her hair free, so it falls in waves down her back.

“You’re a goddess. Perfection.”

She’s crying out, closing her eyes, shaking her head, biting her lip.

It’s like she’s having a fit of pleasure and it’s a magnificent sight.

I’m gonna come. My balls go tight and I lose control, coming right along with her, my cock pulsing and jerking inside her as I say her name, over and over and over again.

“Zoya. Zoya. Fuck. Zoya.”

Collapsing, Zoya rests her head on my chest, breathing heavily. “Your heart is beating very fast,” she says after a time. It could be minutes or years. I can’t move nor do I want to.

“You did that to me.” My lips kiss the top of her head.

She falls to the side, slipping free of me and lies on her back, her body glistening with sweat, the room full of the scent of some really spectacular fucking. Her hair is everywhere, splayed on the pillows, in her face, in my face. She’s a feast of carnal loveliness.

After a minute of taking in the sight of her, I make a point to seal it in my memories. I have to remember this. I never want to forget.

I sit up, pushing off the bed to get rid of the condom in the bathroom. After, I wet a towel and return to press the cool relief against her swollen pussy.

“So sweet, taking good care of me.” She puts a hand to my face and freezes me in place with just that light, simple touch. Zoya has superpowers with me that no other woman has. True fact.

“You feeling okay? Any pain?”

“I am fine,” she answers with a shy smile. “That was…wow.”

“Wow good?”

“Do you really have to ask? I didn’t expect I could…you know…come…the very first time.”

“Well, proved you wrong. Yay, Tyler.”

She slaps my arm lazily. “Come lie with me?”

I look at my phone. I still have an hour before I need to get to the arena, so I slip onto the bed with her, pulling her naked, amazing body toward me, spooning her as we both catch our breath from what I think may have been a life-changing experience for both of us.

And it has to happen again. We are not one-and-done.

This woman. In my bed. My cock in her body.

Her heart in my hands…forever. Because I know now, there will never be another woman for me. Just this beauty. Mine.