This shall not stand

Emily didn’t respond right away—not with words. Her breath caught, her body clenched, and something in her spine lit up like a live wire.

Still a virgin.

The words echoed in her head as she looked at him again—really looked. This carved, towering, impossibly beautiful young man, barely nineteen, strong enough to lift her like nothing, and still untouched. Still waiting.

What a fucking waste.

Her eyes burned with heat. Her core throbbed where his cock still hovered—pressed just barely, almost reverently, at the edge of her entrance. One twitch and he’d be inside.

And he was so hard.

The idea of it—his first time, her taking it—rushed through her like wildfire.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a kiss—hard, wet, hungry. Their mouths clashed, her lips parting for him as the steam curled around them, water sliding over every inch of their joined skin.

His arms tightened reflexively, holding her up, and she moaned into his mouth.

Then—without breaking the kiss—she dropped.

Let her weight fall all at once, thighs tightening as she sank down onto him, impaled herself fully in one staggering, slick, searing motion.

He slammed home with a wet smack.

His cock speared into her in one long, unbroken plunge—thick and hot and impossibly deep.

“F—fuck—” Ryan’s voice cracked, and his whole body trembled under her.

Emily’s head rolled back, a guttural moan clawing up her throat. He filled her completely. Stretched her open in a way that made her knees shake and her nipples ache. Her cunt clenched around him instinctively, milking him, her body reacting on instinct now, no thoughts left but more.

His hands dug into her ass, gripping hard, trying to steady her, but she rolled her hips down hard again, grinding, fucking him deep on his very first thrust.

His cock twitched inside her—his hips bucked.

“Shh,” she whispered into his neck, nipping lightly, then kissing just below his ear. “I’ve got you.”

And then she started to ride.