Hot juices flood her pussy

“Oh, fuuuccck!” I don't know if I'm more surprised by her use of that crude word, or the way her pussy suddenly floods just seconds after the first pulse of cum erupts from my member. I take advantage of the extra sloppiness to pound her as hard as I can before my cock loses it's hardness and Alison is bucking under me like a wild thing. It is close to three minutes later when I finally roll off of her and scoop her up into my arms. We are both still breathing hard, but Alison has a wicked grin on her face and her eyes are sparkling when she speaks.

“That was even better than the book.” Alison's expressive eyes meet my gaze boldly, challenging me to deny the obvious.

“I went a little off-script.” I can't remember exactly what the Alpha male in the Harlequin had said when he popped the heroine's cherry, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't something about liking to hear her scream.

“A little bit,” she giggles, “but wow I came so hard, I wish my first time had been like that.” Perhaps it is the medicine doing its magic, but the thought of having this sweet Preacher's Daughter spread her legs for me and reluctantly letting me deflower her like that fictional secretary makes my cock pulse with renewed life. Alison doesn't miss the twitching where my semi-hard shaft rests against her thigh and her hand moves down to encircle the column with her small fingers. “It looks like your Miss Miller is going to have a long night. Her poor little kitty won't be quite so tight by morning, will it Mr. P?”

“You don't mind?” I am a little embarrassed by how turned on I am by the idea of corrupting a innocent young woman like that, Alison however just laughs at my hesitation.

“Really Mr. P?” Her small hand starts moving with intent on my shaft and I can feel the blood filling it again, “Last week, I shared my fantasy of a devout young virgin on a pilgrimage being given as plunder to a much older warrior to enjoy. Do you think anything you can come up with can match that?”

“Well, when you put it like that...”

“You can do anything you want to that lying secretary, Mr. P.” She arches her back so her firm round breasts lift invitingly, but she never lets go of my throbbing cock. “Do you want to continue this story-line and teach her how to please her demanding boss, or reset back to the beginning and deflower her all over again?” She pauses long enough to lick her lips making them gleam in the light from the bedside lamp. “I didn't really put up much of a fight defending my virtue, maybe we should do it again where you have to hold me down and take me as I struggle under you...” Again my cock throbs on its own and Alison smiles knowingly.

“Or you could switch to one of the other stories. Did you like the one where the feisty geologist is tamed by the rival oil-baron?” The scene where the captured young woman is positioned on her hands and knees in the hayloft of her family's bitter rivals and drilled from behind by their eldest son is surprisingly intense for a Harlequin and you wonder for a second how many sedate young housewives were tempted to try something like that after reading the graphic description. Alison however, barely hesitates before offering another wicked scenario “or maybe the American bridesmaid who gets ravished by the jilted Emir? The angry sheik doesn't even believe she's a virgin until his mighty scepter tears her open, of course by then it is too late.”