missionary

Steven grabbed Eliza and pulled her down onto the comforter next to him. He pushed her down and climbed on top of the girl. He wanted to see every expression as he took her. Kicking her legs open, he ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit. she shuddered as he did, partially from disgust and partially from pleasure. He’d made her body enjoy it, but not her mind.

“Eliza, are you on birth control?”

“Lesbianism is my birth control.” she practically spit the words at him as he continued to rub his cock along her slit.

His grin didn’t abate as he positioned himself at her entrance. He’d suspected she wouldn’t be, but that wasn’t about to stop him from enjoying her raw. Afterall, who would supply condoms in a case like this? He lifted her legs apart and bent her nearly in half. Leaning forward, he pushed forward, claiming her tight pussy for men for the first time.

Eliza moaned as he did. Whether she liked it or not she craved his touch. He’d made her that way. Steven nearly lost his load in the first inch of her tight canal. As he’d suspected she wasn’t entirely untouched, she’d clearly used a strap on or her girlfriend had, but she still hugged every vein and bump like a velvet vice. He pushed deeper, bottoming out against her cervix with an inch or two left to **** inside her.

“How does that feel, Eliza?”

“It… it feels good.”

“Good. Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please fuck me.”

“No. Beg. Beg me to be your first.”

Eliza blinked up at him, “p- please fuck me, Steven. I n- need you to fuck me. I want you to be the first cock to ever fuck my little pussy. I need to feel you move inside me. Please, Steven, fuck me.”

“Good girl.”

Steven began pounding her tight cunt. This was entirely about his pleasure. He was lost in how good she felt gripping his cock. she only got wetter and wetter as he went and he saw her face starting to get red. Then he remembered: she couldn’t cum without him. Steven was absolutely elated. He’d brought his lesbian best friend close to cumming as he made himself the first man to use her holes.

“Do you want to cum, Eliza.”

“No.” she answered through gritted teeth.

“You look like you want to cum.”

“I… I want to but I hate the idea.” she was panting as she spoke, her body clearly on the precipice.

Steven was close too. On the one hand he could **** her to cum with him. On the other he wasn’t sure he cared if she enjoyed it.