Give in — let him push just the tip inside you. You can make him stop before it goes further.

1 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 8:53 PM on Friday October 31, 2024

"Okay," I whisper. "Just the tip."

The words leave my mouth and I watch Derek's expression shift — something triumphant flickering behind those silver eyes before he smooths it into tenderness. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider, and the slick head of his cock nestles against my entrance. I can feel how hot he is — burning against my swollen, dripping folds — and my pussy clenches in desperate anticipation, my body already betraying me.

"That's my good girl," he murmurs, and pushes forward.

The tip breaches me. Just the broad, swollen head of his cock stretching past the tight ring of my entrance, and the sensation is — oh god — it's like nothing I've ever felt. Fullness. Pressure. A burning stretch that makes me gasp and grab his forearms, my nails digging into the hard muscle. He's thick — thicker than his fingers, so much thicker — and my virgin walls resist for one breathless moment before yielding, parting around the intrusive heat of him.

"Derek — that's — that's enough, that's the tip —"

"I know, baby," he says, and his hips snap forward.

All eight inches drive into me in one brutal, relentless thrust.

The pain is white-hot and instantaneous — my hymen tearing, my walls stretching impossibly wide around his thick shaft, the blunt head of his cock slamming against my cervix with a deep, aching impact that steals every molecule of air from my lungs. I scream — a raw, shattered sound — my back arching off the couch, my legs wrapping around his hips involuntarily as my body tries to process the sudden, overwhelming invasion.

"Fuck —" Derek groans, his voice breaking with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Luna, you're so tight — your virgin pussy is squeezing me so fucking hard —"

He doesn't move. He holds himself buried to the hilt inside me, his cock throbbing against my devastated walls, and I can feel every inch of him — every thick vein, every ridge, the impossible heat of his shaft stretching my untouched channel wide open. My pussy is spasming around him in rapid, involuntary clenches, my body trying to accommodate something it's never experienced before.

"You said — you said just the tip —" I sob, but even as the words leave my mouth I can feel the pain transmuting, shifting, the burning stretch transforming into something else entirely. A deep, primal ache that radiates from my core outward, my walls gripping him like they never want to let go.

"I couldn't stop," he breathes against my neck, his hips grinding in a slow circle that shifts his cock inside me, the head pressing against places that send sparks through my vision. "You feel too good, Luna. Your tight little virgin cunt felt too perfect around my cock. I had to be all the way inside you."

He pulls back — slowly, dragging his thick shaft against my clenching walls — and the friction ignites something in my belly that makes my toes curl. Then he thrusts forward again, deep and hard, and the sound that comes out of me is not a protest. It's a moan. Long, broken, desperate.

"There she is," Derek growls, beginning to fuck me with slow, deep strokes. "Your body knows what it needs, baby. You were made to take cock. Made to be filled up."

His thumb finds my clit — swollen, hypersensitive, still throbbing from two orgasms — and presses. I convulse around him, my pussy clamping down so hard he grunts, and the pleasure is building already, terrifyingly fast, a third orgasm assembling itself from the wreckage of my virginity.