Page 23 of Organized Chaos

I stroked her clit with my cock violently. Grabbing under her thigh, I raised it to her waist. I didn’t let myself think as I removed the fingers inside her, spearing her tight, wet hole with my tip instead. Barely.

Maya pushed for distance once more. “Brandon, I told you that we can’t—"

I kissed her, fingers reaching between us to caress her sensitive clit. My mouth, the fingers, all played her in perfect harmony, driving her mad, driving myself mad.

“Fuck.” Maya arched off the couch, mouth parted as the crescendo built.

Inch by inch, I plunged my hips forward. She was drenched, but the resistance was still far greater than anything I had experienced before. Gritting my teeth, I moved with precision.

Maya whimpered from the foreign invasion. But every time her eyes threatened to flutter open, I drowned her with a variety of sensations to sidetrack her mind from what I was doing to her body. Time stood still as I pierced the narrow channel, breaching through to fill her.

“Holy shit,” I panted. The wild beats of my heart boomed, and for a second, I might have even blacked out. She was...

Pure.

Fucking.

Bliss.

“You... feel... unbelievable.” I bit down on her neck, juddering.

Her tight walls choked me, begging for me to fuck her harder, but her pained exhalations slowed my enthusiasm. I allowed Maya all the time to adjust, finally pulling back with measured control.

Maya became lucid, the physical pain overruling the other sensory overload. I paced myself to savor every second even as my muscles clenched from the restricted movements, my fingers on her clit matching the rhythm.

“Fuck, Maya,” I moaned.

Her eyes flew open, filled with untamed fire and a wild thirst. Suddenly, Maya dug her nails into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood as her mouth met mine with equal savagery. Whether it was revenge for tricking her into sex or she was in the throttle of pleasure remained to be determined, though it pushed me over the edge.

The hammering in my ribcage went into overdrive. I plunged myself deeper, only to pull out seconds later as the most violent orgasm of my life took root, hitting me with wave after wave of pleasure. “Fuck!” I roared, cum splattering on her stomach.

My entire body went limp, and I melted into Maya before her back could hit the sofa. Realizing I must be crushing her, I managed to shift my weight to the side, breathing heavily.

“That... you... it was...” I couldn’t finish the thought. My panting turned the words into insoluble sounds. “I knew it... when we met. You were meant to be mine.” It took minutes to formulate a sentence somewhat coherently.

She peeked up, looking so docile that I felt obliged to add a consolation comment regarding her virginity.

“It wouldn’t have been this good with anyone else.”

Despite her beguiling nature, Maya knew what I meant.

All her life, she waited for the right guy.

Too bad for him; she met the wrong guy first.