“Stop…fucking stop! What the fuck’s wrong with you?” he screamed. He stood over her shaking, cock hanging out, dripping with drool. His eyes were wild, she saw. She was the one scared though. If he rejected her, well, she was already having dark thoughts. She wouldn’t be alone. But those thoughts only lasted moments. As she realized he was staring not at her, but her pussy. Exposed when he pushed her to the floor, her skirt and top both wedged around her waist. She didn’t have time to even smile before he was on her.
His rough hands on her chest, his mouth kissing the softness that was hers, holding her sides, both of them animalistic. She was crushed beneath his size as his hunger devoured her, kissing her neck, biting it, rolling until she was on top of him. He didn’t have to say anything, she was already grabbing for his cock as his large hands held her by her sides, lifting her up so she could align the two of then. Then slowly, gently, pulling her down onto him. She barely bucked twice, then felt heat fill her. She laid her head on his chest after a moment, as he looked away, tears running down his face.
“It’s OK, it’s OK Alan,” she said, making him look at her, still inside her pussy, even as he softened. “I love you,” she told him. “I love you.”
Then she slid off of him, kissing him softly, his lips, his neck, running her hands over his hairy chest. Then sliding down his belly, between his legs, kissing the tip, looking up with her freshly coated lips, sucking him clean. He moaned at that and soon rolled her over, folding her in half, lowering to her little nipples, sucking them, soft moans squeaking out. Then further down, between her legs, eating her, giving her first orgasm from a man, then kissing her. They barely spoke for the next few hours, just touching, kissing, another fold as he fucked her slowly, making her cum a second time before he filled her pussy again. They laid on the couch until night when she fell asleep on his chest. Both still naked.
When she woke up, she kissed him, and he smiled, stroking her hair. They spoke softly in the dark.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes”
“You can’t ever tell anyone what we did.”
“I won’t tell anyone about what we DO,” she replied, putting a heavy emphasis on the do.
“I’ll go to jail,” he said softly, but she kissed him again, sliding and straddling him, feeling so tiny against him.
“No, you won’t,” she said, stroking his cock and pushing it inside her. “Because I love you, I don’t want to be alone, and now, I never will.”
He gripped her ass, pulling her against him, hearing her soft grunt as he filled her tiny hole. They rocked in the silence of the house, that night and for a long time after, the only sounds of a man grunting and a moaning girl, cumming, who would never again feel alone.