On her back so I can see her face

Say what you will about vanilla sex, the missionary position is the most commonly used by lovers for good reasons. Not that what Alison and I would be considered 'vanilla' as she struggled under me as I prepared to 'break in' my new ****. Once I got my legs between her thighs and could use my weight to pin her down all I had to do was keep her nails from clawing my face and she was mine to enjoy.

I kiss her as she bucks under me and her heels lift up to kick at my back, but all that does is let me settle even further into the love cradle formed by her thighs and belly. Alison teeth clench tightly keeping my tongue from exploring her mouth, but I don't mind. It's just part of the act. “You never answered my question, Miss Miller.” I leer at her as wickedly as I know how. “Have you been a good girl for your Mommy and Daddy? Or do you spread your legs for all those dashing young men who come courting you.”

“You disgust me, Lord Peterson!” I don't know if it is just me, but I think I am picking up some excitement as Alison condemns me to the Hell of the Galaxy's hottest of super nova. “A sick pervert who preys on the misfortune of others!” She hasn't given up her struggles and it takes a little time and a few scratches before I get the head of my dick nestled perfectly between her slick petals.

“You don't have to answer,” I grin down at her as I push in just a little deeper. “I'll know soon enough. Hey now. Don't you look away, I want to see your eyes when You feel me slide in.” I wait until her eyes lift to meet mine and then push forward as hard as I can. Her head tilts back, and mouth opens wide as a gargled protest is torn from her lips. That look of pain, shock and wonder all at once is exactly what I was hoping for.

“Ooooww, that hurts! Please Lord Patterson, you're too big ... Oh!” This last bit comes as I tire of her words and **** my cock as deep as I can into her passage. Damn she feels good, I could almost believe she really was a tight young virgin being defiling.

“Your mother was right, Miss Miller.” I pull back and then drive forward again enjoying her stifled gasp. “You have been a good girl. I'll be sure to let her know when I visit her tonight.” The idea that I could have both this beautiful young woman and her mother both is a bit of a turn-on and I let my pace pick up as I fuck her.

“Fuck you, Lord Patterson!” Even now, Alison refuses to just give in and enjoy. “You may be able to **** me open like this, but that doesn't make you any more of a man.” That sounds to me like a challenge, she probably wouldn't sound so defiant if she was cumming on my rock-hard cock. The question is should I try to make her submit, or just concentrate on my pleasure, not hers.