Page 14 of Harper's Unexpected First Time

Without warning, James picks me up as if I’m weightless and flips me over on the bed so that I’m face–down. He carefully arranges the sheet over top of us so that nobody can see the way he’s spreading my legs with his knee, plunging his cock into me from behind with such force that I almost scream.

“I’m going to make you come now,” he growls. “Don’t hold anything back. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me so tight that it strangles my cock.”

Holy shit. It’s finally happening, he’s going to let me come.Makeme come.

I let out a sigh of relief just as James slams his cock into me so hard that I have to brace myself against the bed so I don’t fly off. He moves his hands to my hips for better control and then grunts as he continues to hammer me hard, his massive cock filling every inch of my pussy.

I don’t know what to do with my face. I feel like I should try to hide just how good this feels, but I’m not sure I’m capable of doing any acting right now. Movie sex isn’t supposed to look this real. When the cinematographer reviewed the scene with us this morning, he made it clear he wasn’t looking for rough, sweaty sex. He wanted long lustful glances, lots of sensual touching and kissing, slow movements.

Basically he wants it to look like we’re making love. Which is not at all what’s actually happening right now. James and I are not making love. We’re fucking.

Hard, fast, rough. This is about as far from making love as you can get, complete opposite end of the sex spectrum.

But now is not the time to switch gears. Ineedto be fucked hard. I don’t give a fuck what the cinematographer wants. This is what he’s getting.

“Fuck,” James groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I push my ass back towards him, meeting his thrusts. This position allows his cock to go deeper inside of me than I ever imagined possible. I feel completely full. My pussy keeps clamping down harder on his cock, small tremors of pleasure already ripplingthrough my body. The big one is still building, the pressure inside of me so great that I can hardly breathe.

There’s a new sensation too though. He’s not just going deep. He’s hitting a patch of nerve endings that has never been stimulated before. It sends tingles through my body, almost makes me forget where I am.

Is this the elusive G–spot?

I’m not sure, but whatever he’s doing is about to make me come. Hard.

James pushes his cock deeper inside of me and grunts in my ear as my pussy tightens its grip around his cock. One of his hands slides beneath my breasts and squeezes so hard that it would hurt if I weren’t already feeling so good. The extra stimulation nearly pushes me over the edge.

I start to whimper, unable to control myself.

“That’s it,” he says. “Come for me, Harper. Come all over my cock.”

His fingers find my clit at the same moment that his cock slams directly into my G–spot.

An unintelligible string of noise escapes from deep in my throat. I don’t know if it’s supposed to be words, or moans, or just random sounds. It’s like my brain has disconnected from my body. I have no control over anything that’s happening as my orgasm builds to a massive high.

Just as the most extreme pleasure I’ve ever experienced starts to kick in, a whole new feeling takes over. It starts deep in my core and radiates outward. At first it’s just a dull ache, kind of feels like there’s something pushing against my bladder, but as James continues to fuck me, his cock pounding away at my G–spot, the ache takes over my entire body and then suddenly I feel like I’m erupting.

There’s a wetness between my legs, hot and sticky. My pussy’s been dripping all over James’s cock since the moment he entered me, but this is different. I’mgushing. Huge spurts of excitement pour out of me in waves, soaking the sheets and drenching James’s cock.

“Oh!” I scream. I don’t quite understand what’s happening right now. I don’t know whether I should be embarrassed or relieved or bowing down to James as a sex god. Maybe all of the above. The only thing I know for sure is that this is by far the best orgasm of my life and I don’t want it to end.

“Oh fuck,” James growls. Lowering his voice, he adds, “You’resquirting, Harper.I’ve never made a woman squirt before.”

His fingers pulse against my clit and another surge of hot liquid lust pours out of me. My whole body convulses rhythmically, every muscle contracting and releasing over and over again. It sounds like a cliché, but my toes are literally curling with pleasure.

James thrusts his cock inside of me to the hilt and groans. I can feel it jerking wildly against the walls of my pussy as he pushes it in even deeper. Then a torrent of hot cum pours out, completely filling me and overflowing into my womb.

“Fuck!” he groans, his cock still pumping me full of cum.

Keeping one finger on my clit, James pushes it like a button to ensure that my orgasm continues with his. Not that I could stop coming right now even if I wanted to. My orgasm is like a runaway train on its way down a mountain. Dangerous, out of control, unstoppable.

As pleasure continues to course through my veins, his other hand squeezes my tits. His teeth bite down on my neck. And his cock unloads one last spurt of cum deep inside of me.

My vision fades and I see stars. I’ve never felt so connected to another person before, both physically and emotionally.

Finally I start to come down from the high. My body is sore all over. I feel like I got a complete workout, even though James was the one doing all the work. I guess coming that hard is a workout in and of itself.

I feel James’s body relax on top of mine, all the tension gone. He’s still breathing heavily, his chest heaving against my back, but his cock is starting to soften inside of me.

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