Page 106 of Paladin's Hell

I send her a look. But I do love her teasing. I’m more than conscious that mine isn’t the first cock she’ll have inside her, but the first time she hasn’t been forced. I’d rather she was relaxed and laughing at me than tense and scared.

“Are you ready yet?” she taunts, exaggerating an exasperated sigh.

“Sure am,” I tell her, positioning myself, while watching her face. A slight look of apprehension as I start pushing inside, gently, hoping I know what I’m doing.

She gasps, I pull out slightly, then try to advance some more. She was tight enough for my fingers, she’s strangling my cock. I’m going only on instinct, holding back when all I want to do is thrust inside. Not even her hand or her mouth, nothing has ever felt so good around my cock. Her tight, warm sheath that I can feel even though I’m covered in that thin barrier of latex.

Her fingernails are digging into my shoulders, but I ignore the pain. On impulse I pull her leg up around my hip, which opens her to me, allowing me to gain more ground. She makes that little gasp again, checking her face, it’s with shocked pleasure. If I was with anyone else, I’d be nervous. But this is Jay, my girl, the one I’ve waited for what seems like forever.

“Are you there yet?”

One more push and I am, “Yes. Oh fuck, Jay. You feel so fucking good.” She squeezes her muscles. “Do that again.” She obeys.

“Pal, can you move now? I need…” Her breathless moans and sighs encourage me.

Fuck yeah. I pull out, push in gently. As she pushes back against me, I thrust harder. Trying to remember that spot I’d found with my fingers. I angle my hips differently, and when she groans, I know I’ve found it.

“Pal,” she cries out in encouragement, and again I fasten my pace, putting a snap and a swivel into my hips, making sure to catch that special place over and over again. Whatever I’m doing, it seems to be working.

“Pal, Pal, oh God, I need…”

I reach my fingers down between us, strumming her clit, determined to hold off on my own satisfaction before, oh, fuck. She’s tensing, her muscles pulsating, she’s screaming, coming all over my dick. That’s it, I can’t hold back. Tingles down my spine, my balls draw up, I’ve lost all control and any sense of rhythm for the last final strokes as cum shoots out. Shivers run down my spine and I realise I’ve never come this hard in my life.

I drop down over her, only when she pushes at me do I realise I’m crushing her. Well, hey, I’m not practiced at this. “I’m sorry.”

“Couldn’t breathe,” she huffs out, but the smirk shows she’s fine.

When I get my own breath back, I go deal with the condom. Suspecting she’ll be sore, I get a warm damp cloth and take it back to her. When she tries to close her legs, I shake my head. She’s got nothing to hide from me.

Finally, I lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms. “Jay, on your seventeenth birthday, I’m gonna ask you to be my old lady.”

“You are, huh?”

“You gonna say yes?”

“You’re giving me two months to think about it?”

I’m a bit concerned she’s not jumping in with both feet now. But I try to be reasonable. “If that’s what you need.”

“I think,” she starts, distracting me when her nails graze over my nipples, “I need to see more of what you can offer before I make up my mind.” Her tone suggests she’s teasing.

“You do, huh?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I haven’t scored ten out of ten yet?”

She bites her lip; I think it’s to stop herself grinning. “There’s probably room for improvement.”

“You reckon?”

“I think you need more practice.” She’s trying not to giggle. “Perhaps quite a lot more.”

As I pull her to me, and our lips meet, I’m thinking I’m more than happy to oblige.

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