I blushed and turned my head away from him, embarrassed at being talked about like that, like I was a wanton slut that would do anything for dick.  Unfortunately for my sense of dignity, I thought he might be right.  Well, in this moment where his glorious dick was concerned anyway.

“That’s right,” he said before I could answer.  “So beg for it.”

“What? I… I can’t do that.” My blush deepened.

The throbbing end of his shaft was at my waistline now, so close to where we both wanted it to be.  I turned back and looked at him with every ounce of pleading I could put into a single expression, and couldn’t see him retreat an inch.

“If you want this cock, you will.  Tell me, Kendall, tell me I can fuck you as hard as I want.  Tell me I can do anything I want to you because...  You.  Are.  Mine.”

The tip of his manhood was almost touching my clit.  I clenched my teeth together as the primal need inside of me did its level best to drag the words out of my mouth… and succeeded.  I whispered so quietly that even I couldn’t hear what I said.

“Louder, Kendall,” said Jace.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please… fuck me.  You can… fuck me as hard as you want.  I’m yours.”

I had to drop my eyes away from his intense gaze, as if doing so could hide the fact that those words had actually come out of my mouth.  I wasn’t the kind of girl that spoke that way in private, even in my own mind, let alone to another person.  Especially not to a man who had every intention of doing exactly what I’d just said.

His hard rod slid across my clit and nestled between my folds at my very opening, and the stimulation, along with the sense of the sheer size of it, made me draw a sharp breath and look back up at him.  With one knee between mine, he pushed my legs apart slightly, making room for himself and putting pressure against my virgin entrance.  I gasped again and did rise on my toes a bit.

“But… please be gentle… I haven’t… um… done this before,” I said in direct contradiction to the last words out of my mouth.

Jace smirked.  “Sure.”

The head of his hard length pushed harder against me, and my breath caught as I bit my bottom lip and rose higher on my toes.  The relief was short-lived though, as he followed me up.  He had a lot more height to work with than I did.

I was more wet between my legs than I’d ever been in my life, Jace had made sure of that, and despite his girth I felt my labia straining to let him slide in.  It wasn’t long before my entrance was at what I thought must surely be its limit, a taut ring around the very end of his manhood, but still he wasn’t inside me.

Jace let out a quiet breath of satisfaction, apparently enjoying the feel of me, or watching my struggle, or both.  One of my hands dropped to his hip and pressed there as if trying to push away, even as I felt my clit pulse with a tiny jolt of excitement.

I was trapped in the no-man’s-land between the fear of pain and the need for pleasure, the kind of pleasure only he had ever given me.  If it had been left up to me, we might have been caught in that indecision for a long time, but Jace was not in two minds.  Not even a little bit.

The pressure increased and my untested sex was pushed beyond my assumed limits.  I let out a cry as pain seemed to be winning this particular battle in its war with pleasure.

My feet felt light on the floor, as if most of my weight was being held up by the pressure on my opening, and my hand on his hip wasn’t doing anything, so I brought it back up around his neck.  Through clenched teeth, I let out another strained sound when I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

I was about to beg him to stop when I felt a small sense of relief, and I finally accepted the head of his length inside me.  The balls of my feet were more firm on the ground, the swollen tip was past my tight entrance and I felt something like a strange kind of triumph as I looked up at him and he held my gaze.

Inside me, I could feel him right at the doorstep of the last token defense of my virginity.  This morning it had seemed as safe as ever, but now there was no doubt it was being claimed.  In a few seconds, it would belong to Jace and nothing could ever change that.

With a sharp thrust of his hips and a push from his legs, the tattooed millionaire took what he wanted, and pushed inch after inch of his manhood inside me.  Never in a million years of Sundays had I ever dreamed that I could feel so full.

I cried out at the suddenness of it, the intensity of it, and went back to the tips of my toes again for a moment.  It was only a second or so before my feet left the floor, partly lifted by his rigid length and partly by the hands he moved back to my bare ass, cupping and pulling so that I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his hips.

Deeper and deeper he went inside me, and I had a fleeting thought about whether his erection went on forever, until I felt that tight ring of my opening meet the base of his shaft.  I held on for dear life, my mind had been scattered to the four corners of the universe by the overwhelming physical sensations between my legs, inside me.

Jace hadn’t just claimed my virginity, he was touching me in places even I hadn’t touched.  He was touching me in places I suspected nobody else even could touch.  I had no more depth to offer, he filled me up utterly and completely as if I was custom-made for him, and he for me.

Before I could even begin to get used to the way he felt, buried to the hilt in my inexperienced tunnel, he lifted with his hands and pulled back with his hips, almost taking the entire length out of me.  When I felt the bumpy ridge of the head almost at my entrance, he thrust forward hard and our bodies met with a slapping sound.

“Uhn!” I squealed.

I was on fire between my legs, I was wrapped around his length more closely than a coat of paint could have been.  He had a look of hunger in his eyes that spoke volumes about which of my requests he was going to grant.  Hard or gentle?

“You love that cock, little girl?” He asked, pulling back and thrusting forward once more, making me yelp with that confusing mixture of pain and pleasure.

I wasn’t sure if I loved it.  Nothing had ever physically hurt me so much, but nothing had ever felt so good either.  I might have loved it, but I definitely needed it, so I told him what I knew he wanted to hear.

“Yeah,” I panted, taking his length over and over again.

Each stroke was punctuated by the clapping sound of our bodies, the little sounds it forced out of me and my own heavy breathing.  He thrust at a speed that I could barely take, considering his size and my inexperience.  I couldn’t believe how long it was between each clap, when it felt so fast.

“Say it, Kendall, tell me you love it.  Beg for more.”

“Um… uh… ow! Um…” I struggled for words between thrusts.  “F-fuck me, Jace… I love that… that big cock… Fuck me hard!”

My jaws snapped shut with a clack of teeth.  I hadn’t even meant to say that last bit.  I hadn’t known it was going to come out of my mouth until it was already said.

What was Jace doing to me? How had he brought this… this sex-crazed side out of me? For a moment I was embarrassed by what I’d said, but the way Jace’s expression changed made me feel exactly the opposite.  I felt… sexy.

Despite the pain, a hopeful smile played at the corners of my lips, and Jace granted my wish.  The claps started coming closer together, and I could feel each impact jarring the rest of my body.

The fire he was stoking burned hotter with every passing second.  Soon he was going to push me further than I could go, but I could also feel that humming undercurrent that came with it, that promise of a pleasure-explosion even bigger than the previous.