RUINING ANGEL

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Authors: S. Pratt
slow. To be honest, the thought of being inside of her hot, moist folds is enough to make me ejaculate early – like it’s my first time or something.
    It’s not, but the girl who stole my virginity is the last thing on my mind. Right now, there is only room for me and Bailey in my head space.

    Her legs part willingly to accept me inside. My cock feels crushed as her muscles clamp down on it. I sense her hesitation and I back off a little. Then, ever so slowly, I nudge it back inside of her.

    The feeling is intense. On the one hand I want to just shove it inside of her and pound away until she’s screaming my name, but at the same time I have no desire to hurt her anymore. I want to make her first time special. I want her to feel things she’s never felt before.
    I want to ruin her so that she never even looks at another man sideways. This is going to be slow, pure, tantalizing pleasure.
    Making love to the girl I have been fixated on is going to take time.

    I push further in, testing the water as I go. There is a point I begin to feel the resistance of her hymen and she gasps as I nudge through it. I feel myself sink deeper into the depths of her pussy and urge myself to show restraint as my hips move to mesh with hers.
    Gently, gently I start to shift inside of her, gaining momentum as I stroke her clit every time I pull out.

    Nothing has ever felt this good. Not masturbating – hell, not even my first time. My lips find hers once more and I kiss her until I taste blood. Her lip has split open again and I gently lick the wound. Every single reaction she’s having to what I am doing to her is blowing my mind. All the fantasies I have had about her are lost in the feelings of the moment. Nothing could have done the reality justice. Tiny hands find my backside and I start to feel the build of ecstasy as I reach the point of exploding. The more I stroke her with my cock, the greater the urge is for me to blow my load.

    ‘More,’ she rasps, ‘please more.’ I can do nothing but obey her command, continuing to stroke her but never increasing the pace.
    Her hot mouth finds mine and our tongues mesh, tangling with desire, wanting every inch of our bodies to come alive with the pleasurable sensation that is gripping us.
    ‘I’m gonna come,’ I pant in dismay.
    ‘Yes, come Angel, come inside of me.’

    ‘You’re not on birth control are you?’
    ‘No, but I don’t care about that right now. Please just come inside of me. I can feel my pussy aching, like it wants to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces.’ Hearing her talk this way to me almost finishes me right there. Through the fog that seems to be temporarily impairing my judgment, I manage to think clearly for just a second.

    ‘I can’t come inside of you Bails, I could get you pregnant. You come first and then I’ll pull out,’ I say, my voice rasping from the exertion of our love-making.
    ‘Okay, but I don’t really know how to come. I’ve never done this before.’ She’s breathless and shy, worried that I’m judging her.
    ‘I’ll make you,’ I promise as I pick up the pace. Her face contorts beautifully, her pleasure laid bare for me to see.
    ‘Do you like that?’ I ask, barely able to contain my excitement.
    ‘Yes,’ she pants.
    ‘You feel like you’re gonna come now?’

    ‘Y-eeesss!’ she screams as she digs her nails into my back. She shatters around my cock, and I keep still while she orgasms for the first time. As she comes down from the crescendo I start to pump up and down on her again. It doesn’t take long. Seven thrusts later and I feel the semen about to flow out of my cock. I pull out and rub my shaft on the top of her mound of pussy hair.

    As I blow my load all over her tummy, I can’t help but cry out myself.
    ‘Bailey, oh, fuck, Bailey.’
    ‘I know,’ she says quietly, ‘it was good for me too.’

    CHAPTER NINE - Road Trip

    This weekend is very important to me. I want Bailey to know that I love her on every

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