Big Girls Can be Sexy Too!
Recommendation/Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to TellNoOne. So loved his/her Newton's Law, the story is like spicy bbq sauce…hot and sweet at the same time; very nice. I highly recommend that you YouTube the section/chapter titles. They are all really great songs.
BTW: If you would like to see Mercedes Outfit for this date, check out the link in my Profile. It will lead you to my Flicker Account for this story. The dress is quite fabu if I do say so myself.
BTW 2: I am modeling the glee competitions on Georgia's High School choir Competitions, they say write what you know. So this is what I know; besides it gives others better opportunities to shine.
THANKS: Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed. You have made this story a joy to write…well the reviews, and Puck's potty mouth. When writing for Puck one never needs to search for euphemisms. But I could always use more Positive Reinforcement. ;)
Author's Note: Could someone please PM me the title of the story with the lines detailing how all the Glee guys have noticed some part of Mercedes it includes the phrase "Artie almost has an orgasm every time she sings." It also talks about how Mike likes her hair, and Finn likes her smile (I think). I'm pretty sure that it is a Merck story, not Samcedes. Please and Thank you Very Much!
Chapter 10
BREATHE
Ring Ring
Mercedes PoV
The second Puck finished painting my face with his cum, the phone rang. We both looked over at the phone I grabbed a pillow and pressed it over my breasts before I answered. "Hello Jones Residence." I struggled to answer politely, while trying not to let whoever was calling realize that I was frantically wiping cum off my cheeks. Of Course Puck found all this Hilarious.
"Hey Baby girl. Look your father and I decided to just stay here overnight and go to church with Don and Beth."
"Oh ok, Well Cool." I said, my voice filled with the confusion I was feeling. They NEVER left me home alone.
"Yeah, it took some doing but I managed to convince your father that you were old enough to spend one night home alone without doing anything crazy. You are a senior in high school we can leave you alone for one night. AND not come home to a destroyed house or a pregnant daughter." My mother said in her stern tone. "Now your father says that if you agree to not do anything life changing, you may have a co-ed sleep over."
"Mom. You couldn't have told me that when there was time to actually get the crew together?" I said pouting.
"Yeah well, that's your father's idea. I personally think you should use some of those condoms I slipped into your purse and nightstand." She said teasingly.
"Damn Ma, are you trying to pimp me out?" I groaned, very carefully avoiding looking at Puck. Still thank God he cannot hear her side of this conversation.
"Now Baby Girl, you know better than that. But I'm not dumb and I can see just fine. That boy looks at you like he could sop you up with a biscuit. I'm not trying to judge him, but he's been with half of Lima. So I just want to make sure you stay safe." She said gently.
"We will be, Mom. I promise we will use a condom each and every time we get down. Promise." I said with a sigh.
"Good-now I do have a very maternal suggestion. Why don't you see if you can accompany Puck to Temple. If you two are serious, you should get to know more about him and Church is always a great place to start." She advised. "Then if he does stay the night, he can go to church with you in the morning."
"Yeah Mom…I'll see if Noah wants to take me to Temple. You do realize that his mom has to drag him half the time." I said, taking an opportunity to tease them both. One of the things I found most surprising and most lovable about Noah Puckerman is that he is responsible for his own Temple attendance, and he actually goes.
Since Puck couldn't verbally retaliate, he grabbed my ankle and nipped at my calf. I guess he decided that he liked it, because he started nibbling his way up to my thigh. I so completely blame that distraction for what slipped out of my mouth next. "Mom, why are you so –ok- with me and Noah having sex?"
"Because I know you and I see the way you look at him baby. Your heart has decided that he is the one. Besides, I know that you are a virgin, and I want your first time to be more than special. I want it to be perfect, like in those novels of yours. The ONLY way that is gonna happen is with a man who is both well and truly experienced, and who loves you. Noah is that man. From the rumors, he can make it incredible for you; and I can see the love in that boy's eyes when he looks at you. It still surprises him, I think, but it's there just the same." She sighed and I swear I could hear her biting back tears or something. "My first time was absolutely HORRIBLE. And I'd hate for you to bad memories like I do."
Even as Puck was lavishing my knee with his attention, I heard myself ask. "I want good memories too, but isn't it too soon?"
"Too soon by whose rules?" Momma scoffed. "I had only known your father for sixteen days the first time he and I made love. We got married after dating for three years. Things can work out fine if you don't follow all the good girl rules. Look answer me one question. What do YOU think twenty-thirty years down the road you would regret more; giving yourself to Noah, or not? If the answer is you'd regret never sleeping with him; then why wait for some mythical societal specific time for it? If you truly believe he is all that you've told me you believe him to be -then have fun. You have been a good girl. You've been the best daughter a mother could ask for. Consider my blessing your reward. Just use the condoms…I'm way too young to be a grandmother." She joked.
It was really cool to have my mother tell me that she thought I was the best daughter in the world. But I was having a hard time thinking it was ok to sex Puck already. We've only been going out for a few weeks.
"Ok well, just try to have fun. We should be back tomorrow after church." She added. "We love you. Have a good evening and don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
Yeah that's not as limiting as one might think. Even laying this conversation to the side; I thought to myself; I still remember that time I found her box of 'Before She Was Mama' mementos. "I love you too, Mama. Have a great night."
"Whoa," I whispered, as I looked down into Puck's big hazel eyes and realized that my mom was right. He was more than perfect for my first time. I knew that should the condom break, he has it within him to love and help me raise any child that might be created…no matter how slim the chance. I truly believe that he cares for me; he may even be in love with me. And while I'm not gonna tell him this yet, I am certain I am in love with him. Besides he actually gets me and in this town that is an amazing find. Plus while some girls may dig the idea of fumbling together and figuring things out… I've read too many historical romances. I think the best lover is a reformed rake. Damned if Puck doesn't fit the bill just right.
"Your mom wants us to go to Temple?" he, finally, asked into the silence.
"Yea, she thinks we should go to temple together tonight and then go to my church together tomorrow." I answered automatically. Still a bit lost in thought.
"We can do that like I said, Antwan, Berry's Black Dad comes to Temple most weeks. So I doubt you'll be the only black person there." He assured me.
"It still trips me out that he goes to temple with them and yet I have never seen Rachel step foot in our church, not even at Christmas. See that's just straight up disrespectful." I got up and began to pace. My embarrassment and the fact that I'm still processing the answer to my mom's question fueling my rant. "That will NOT be us. We ever have kids we will go to Temple together on Saturday and Methodist church together Sundays until the kids are old enough to decide for themselves. But I refuse to let them disrespect any part of their heritage like that."
Future Plans
Puck PoV
I don't know what made me hotter. The sexy way she strutted across her room; completely unconcerned with her near nakedness, her tits jiggling and her ass bouncing in her black panties. That was awe-inspiringly hot…but- and I know this is as unPuck like as any thought I've ever admitted to before—I found it just as hot, if not hotter, that she was actually talking about a future with me.
I am not that guy. I'm never 'future' guy. I'm good for a night guy, I'm Mr. Right Now. And I thought I was happy being Mr. Hit it and Quit it. But right now, in this moment. Mercedes Jones is talking about a future with me. And a chord is struck, a decision is made. I am going to do everything within my power to make sure that this lasts. I am going to be the man she marries. I am going to be the man who gives her the children she is currently ranting about. And I am going to be worthy of being that man.
"So what else did your mom say?" I asked into a break in her rant. I mean don't get me wrong. I had a pretty good idea from the half of the conversation I heard. And the half smile and chocolate blush just made me more sure. She threw herself across her rumpled bed and screamed into her pillows. I laid my head on her legs and resumed my kisses and nips to the back of her calves. Her skin is so soft and smells so good. "Come on, tell me what she said." I cajoled.
"She said that she not only slipped those condoms into my purse on our first date, she also put a box in my nightstand." She said leaning up. We sat up and she continued. "She also said that she and daddy won't be home until tomorrow after church. So she suggested that I take this amazingly rare opportunity to use as many of those condoms, as humanly possible—taking time out to attend Temple and Church." She said with some serious attitude.
I reached over and pulled her into a hug. "Don't worry…I'm sure she's just trying to make sure that you stay safe, and don't have that worry about what she would say or think playing in the back of your mind." I reassured her. "No pressure. We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for."
"Oh don't get it twisted. I'm pretty much on board with getting down with you for real. It's just hella-squickish to know that my MOM is giving her thumbs up-let alone knows when it's happening." She groaned.
I threw my head back and laughed my ass off. I could actually see her point, but it was still funny as hell. When I calmed down, I gave her a smile and suggested, "Look its almost three now. Why don't we grab a shower and you throw on something that should be demure but looks smoking hot on you. We'll go swing my place and I'll get changed, grab an overnight bag…then we can go grab a bite to eat and hit Temple. You know you can't wait to see my sexy head in a yarmulke." We shared a laugh and I continued. "Tomorrow we can go to your church, and tonight, if you decide to let me all up in that, I'll be eternally grateful. If you decide that you just want me to hold you all night long-I'll be just as grateful. Probably have smurf balls, but I'll still be so completely happy just to hold you and grope you while you sleep."
Grandma's Hands
Mercedes PoV
We showered quickly and I took several minutes to curl my weave and brush on some mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I shooed a dressed Puck down to the living room and I climbed into one of my guilty pleasure purchases. It was a black lace merry widow that had garters coming from its bottom seam. I pulled on black sheer thigh highs and affixed them to the garter straps. Then I pulled out a black lace thong and pulled that on over the top of the straps. That way if I have to pee, I don't have to fight the straps again. Looking in my mirror, I adjusted my breasts in the cups of the lingerie before I reached into my closet and pulled out a royal purple wrap dress with three quarter length sleeves. I threw in some CZ stud earrings, and donned a tiny diamond chip necklace. I slid into the dress tying the ties deftly. I pulled out a pair of low heeled black pumps, but I put them back grabbing instead a pair of deep purple suede ultra-high platform pumps. These were some seriously sexy shoes. I thought about putting them back, I mean Temple is Church. But before I knew it I was slipping them on, grabbing a purse and heading down the stairs.
I got a nice little thrill noticing that the front of Puck's khaki shorts was straining to the point of bursting. But he played it cool and followed through on his plan. In almost no time at all, we were done at his house. I was surprised to find it empty. I'd assumed that his mother and sister would be getting themselves ready for Temple. That wasn't the only surprise of the day. I'd assumed that we would head to the diner for dinner before we headed to the Synagogue. But instead, Puck drove us to Breadstix. He must have caught my look of astonishment. "Oh no Ms Thang…you are looking altogether too, too hot for the Diner. Besides, I've had dinner with your family I figure now is as good a time as any for you to have dinner with mine."
"Man, Puck, you cannot just drop a bombshell on a girl like that. I knew I should have worn the kitten heels, no I had to put on the sex in shoe form." I grumbled.
"Hey, don't worry. My mother is going to love you as much as I do." He assured me. "Besides its just Mom and Sarah and Bubbie Ezra." He said dragging me inside. The hostess showed us to a table where three generations of very similar looking females sat. Sarah looks like a very female version of Puck. Her hair and eyes are the same color and they share a nose. The shape and size of their eyes, as well as their smiles and overall facial shape is mirrored in the two older women at the table. Naomi Puckerman has the most beautiful honey brown eyes, I've ever seen. Her hair while still brown is a lot lighter than Noah's or Sarah; but nowhere near as light as the honey blonde of the very attractive older lady next to her. Bubbie Ezra is a gorgeous woman, who reminds me a lot of like Lauren Bacall. Her long thin fingers had been passed to her grandson. Her hands looked strong and yet very feminine and dainty. Despite having been a widow for over ten years, she still wore a beautiful antique bridal set.
"Oh my God, you look like Lauren Bacall." I blurt out. Please Lord, please just let the floor open up and swallow me.
"Thank you my dear. She's actually Jewish as well you know." Bubbie Ezra said kindly as I slid into the seat Puck held out for me.
"Bubbie, Allow me to introduce my girlfriend, Mercedes Jones. Mercedes…My grandmother Ezra Joan Perske." Puck said proudly. "You've met my mother, at that glee performance sophomore year. The tween diva over there is my original baby girl Sarah."
I can see the look in his eyes and I know for that moment he is thinking of Beth. "Hey, it's okay. She's well taken care of; I'm sure of it. We know Shelby's full name, and even her social when you are ready we can find her and I'm sure that she will let us see Beth." I assure him gently.
"Oh Noah, boychick…I like this one. She understands you. She gets what's important. She's willing to go to Temple with you. Now…Mercedes. What do you know about our faith?" She asks imperatively.
"Well I know that the first five books of the Torah and the Bible are the same…and I know that for the most part the Bible's Old Testament tells the history of the Jewish people. So I know where all of your first names come from. Noah…the man with the arc. Sarah, the mother of Isaac, Wife of Abram, Mother of many nations. Naomi, the mother-in-law of Ruth, Ezra, ok his story is a bit worrying, since he was so against Jewish men marrying outside the faith…but then again you are a woman not a man…so anyway. I know that it's a rather pact answer, but Judaism and Christianity really come down to the fact that I believe that Jesus was the Christ…the Messiah, and you believe that while he may have been a prophet, the Messiah has yet to come." I answered respectfully.
The smile on Bubbie Ezra's face was fabulous, and mirrored on her daughter's. "Oh she is a keeper. She knows our history far, far better than that Quinn girl, and she is much, much less abrasive than that tarty little Berry girl." Bubbie said to her daughter.
"I like Rachel." Naomi said defensively. "Don't get me wrong I like you as well Mercedes. But I like Rachel just fine."
"Oh please. You like the girl's voice. She can sing…but she has HORRIBLE manners, and a terrible personality. She wants to be Barbara…there is only one Barbara, and she is as gracious as she is talented." Bubbie chided. "Besides, as much as I would like to stay pro-Jewish, I've never heard a Jewish songstress other than Barbara who can compete with a full figured black female singer. Barbara herself stops when Aretha sings."
"Bubbie you should have heard My Girl sing Ain't No Way, last year. You and Mom were visiting Yetta Esther during the Night of Neglect …but she was amazing." Puck told her making me blush again.
"When Aretha sings that song God himself weeps." Bubbie said nostalgically.
"Well then there wasn't a dry eye in Heaven that night, 'cause Lil Mama's version was even better." Puck told her. His voice rang with such sincerity and conviction; I could almost feel his belief that his words were true.
"Puck, baby, I love that you think so…but that is pretty near blasphemy. NO ONE sings better than Aretha Franklin." I whispered. Not quietly enough, because Bubbie and Naomi started to laugh.
"Oh yeah, I definitely like this one, Noah, when you are ready, I have my mother's engagement ring. It would be perfect on her hand." Bubbie said in a clear decisive way.
"Whoa. When I asked if I needed to marry Quinn…you asked me if I could afford a ring for her." He teased. I even had to chuckle at the affronted look on Bubbie's face.
"Phhh please. That one. She was a nice enough looking girl but no character. Too selfish. Someday she will make a fine woman, I'm sure; but she has a lot of growing to go first. Besides you didn't love her the way you should. You loved her for carrying your child. But this one, Mercedes, she's a good girl. Beautiful, good head on her shoulders; she would never ask you to forget your Beth. Yes, this one I like. I can see that you love her. You look at her the way your grandfather used to look at me. Rest his soul." She told him, her voice growing thick. "Your grandfather and I had far too few years together, and I thank God every day for the time we did have." She turned to me with a wry smile. "Besides when Noah introduced Quinn to his mother, she said, "Oh…Naomi, like the supermodel."
Yeah I can see where that would not endear Quinn to a lady like Ezra Perske. Puck's grandfather had been in the World Trade Center Towers on 9-11. He'd told me about the feelings of rage he'd felt. For a while he'd toyed with the thought of joining the army because of it. But Puck doesn't take orders well. His grandmother had moved to Lima to be close to her daughter and grandchildren after wards. He doesn't have many memories of his Grandfather, and Sarah, none at all. Just the thought of it makes me horribly sad.
"We were high school friends, but didn't become more until we met again at college." He explained to me. "We both went to Georgetown…but it was so big we didn't know it until sophomore year." She laughed. We spent dinner talking and laughing and getting to know each other. After dinner, Bubbie asked me to ride with her and let Naomi and Sarah ride to the Synagogue with Puck. As soon as we were settled Bubbie's car, she turned to me and said sweetly. "Please sing me something, Maybe Billie Holliday?"
"I only know one Billie Holliday song, and it's depressing." I warned before I began. "Southern Trees bare a strange fruit, blood on the leaves and blood at the root…black bodies swinging in the southern breeze. Strange hanging in the poplar trees." I crooned.
Bubbie shivered. "Oh my dear, dear girl. Your voice is amazing. Noah may be right." She gave me a wry smile. "I will never actually say it until at least ten years after Aretha has gone from this world. But for now I'll just say that Noah may be right."
The service at the Temple was different than anything I'd ever experienced before. It's strange that even though the words and songs and chants were in a completely different language most of the time. I could still feel the presence of the Holy Ghost. It was just as reverent and spiritual as attending my church. It was simply as though the preacher was speaking from the Old Testament. Well and in Hebrew. After the service, we all exchanged hugs, and Puck and I climbed into his truck and he drove us out to our spot.
"You do realize that my parents are gone for the night." I reminded him.
"Maybe I had a completely romantic reason for bringing you here." He said with a snarky grin.
"And did you?" I asked teasingly.
"No…I just forgot." He said with a chuckle, as he started the truck.
Neighbors Know My Name
Puck PoV
We drove back to her house in a comfortable silence. It still amazes that I can sit with her and do nothing at all and still be filled with happiness and joy. Man she is turning me into a bigger girl than Finnessa. When we got to her home I grabbed my overnight bag and escorted her to the door. We shared a kiss as intense as any we've ever had before and I knew she had made up her mind about whether or not I'd be feeling her from the inside or not tonight. She unlocked her home and led me inside. Once again she took my hand and pulled me up the stairs and into her room.
She gave me a wicked smile and turned to her IPod in its dock. She fiddled for a minute before I heard the opening notes and strong beats of a rhythm and blues song begin to ring filling the room with sensuality. When I heard the words, 'now's the time; I feel like making love with you.' I got so hard so fast; I actually got a bit light headed. "God baby…are you saying what I think you are with that song?" Leave it to my Lil Mama, to say it with song.
"Yeah, it was this one or Betty Wright, and her voice is not the background music I want for my first time." She said with a smile.
I stood and gathered her in my arms. She and I stood swaying to the D'Angelo song. I leaned down, though not as far as usual, and captured her lips in a kiss. By the time I lifted my head, the song had changed to Anthony Hamilton's Can't Let Go. And without thought, I found myself pouring my hearts into singing the lyrics. Lyrics that said EVERYTHING I felt for this amazing woman in my arms. "God made no mistakes, when he sheltered me in your heart." I crooned. "No matter what the people say I'm gonna love you any way…you are my life. I can't let go."
We danced to the rest of the song, me singing the words of my heart. When the next song came on it was back to straight up sex, as Kelly Rowland's Motivation began. She pushed me to the bed and untied the ties holding her dress together and revealed the hottest, most sexy, most arousing, most dick hardening sight I've ever seen. She stood there in some super sexy lingerie thing, thigh high stockings and those skyscraper fucking heels. Her tits looked like they were being offered up in a bed of black lace, and then she turned around to bend down and pick up her dress. And I am man enough to admit that I blacked out for a few seconds. There was no blood left anywhere in my body other than my dick. Her ass looked luscious; it was framed and displayed by a black lace thong. When I came to she was hanging her dress in her closet. I quickly shed my suit and put it on a hanger as well. She took it from me and slid it into her closer next to her dress. And my heart sped up seeing my cloths hanging there with hers made me feel even more determined to make sure this was the best night of her life thus far.
I reached out and pulled her back into my arms. "I suck ass when it comes to talking about feelings, and you know more about mine than any other soul on the face of the planet. But before we do this I want to say I love you. I mean that in every way a man can mean that to a woman. I love you protectively, I love you erotically, I even love you platonically, and I didn't think I was wired that way. I don't have many memories of my Zayde Hiram, but I remember they came out that summer before he died, and he and I did everything we could together. He noticed I was already noticing girls, and he told me 'Chaya, my boy, one day; if you are very lucky; you will meet a woman who is fiery and strong. She will have amazing chutzpah She will care for you when you don't even like yourself. She may not be of the faith…but she will respect the fact that you are and allow you to raise your children in both faiths. Your girl will not let you get away with anything just because you are cute. She will not allow you to undervalue who you are or not live up to your true potential. She will be the most beautiful woman in the world to you and you will alternate between being relieved and so angry you cannot see straight that the whole world doesn't see her the way you do. This, my Chaya, is the girl you will marry. She is the prayer I pray for you…that you will know love like I found with your Bubbie Ezra.' He was right. Cause you are all of that and even more. You are far beyond anything I deserve, but I'll be damned if I'll willingly let you go."
Ok. So I'm new to these emotional interchanges, but it can be a good thing when a girl cries…Right? She hugs me so tightly, I think I may bruise. But I'm hugging her just as hard.
"Thank you. I know how hard it is for you to share something like that. Thank you. I love you too. I love the Noah, and the Puck. I love how much you love Beth; I love every new part of you I discover every day. You, Noah Ezra Puckerman, are like an onion. You have a whole lot of layers. I think I'll still be uncovering new ones when we are eighty." She gives me a saucy grin. "And you were right. You were dead sexy in your yarmulke."
I started to kiss her, and man I hope that I never have to really stop. My hands ghost over the sexy soft skin of her shoulders; I smooth them over the lace and sheer satiny fabric of her lingerie. "I don't know whether I want to make love to you in or out of this sexy ass shit first." I groan when we separate for air.
"Better make up your mind...cause once I'm out of it it's off for the rest of the night." She teased.
"You decide. Tonight's all about you." I whisper.
"Well then, if tonight's all about me, I want to play with you. I want you to sit down in my desk chair and enjoy for a while." She teased. She headed back to her IPod while I sat down at her desk and turned the chair to face her. Thankfully it was a very comfy fabric chair, and not vinyl or plastic.
Motivation began to play again, and Lil Mama strolled over to me. Her every movement was sensuality personified. She pulled me to my feet before dropping to her knees in front of me. She looked up at me her pretty brown eyes darkened with horniness. "Some of my hottest fantasies and daydreams begin with us like this…most of the time you are weaving a lot more; and I'm wearing a lot less." She smiled before pulling my boxers down. I was so hard my cock jumped out at her and almost hit her in the eye. "I don't know why but I always cum the hardest when I think of us like this. I want you to talk me through it. tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."
"Lil Mama, you are too fucking hot like that. God, one day we're gonna play this game again, I'll be FULLY dressed even my damn letterman jacket. And you are gonna kneel before me in those same scraps of lace and you will follow my every command. But for now, I want you lick out your tongue and lick my cock."
She complied gently lapping at my cock, twirling and twisting her little pink tongue over my flesh. "Good girl, now, take the head into your mouth. Gahhh…" I groaned as her hot wet mouth closed around me. "Yeah, baby, ummh. Slide your mouth down as far as you can. Hunn so good. Go a little farther. Yeah, now stick out your tongue and lick my balls. God baby…as good as this feels…and god damn this feels so fucking good! The mind fuck is even better, cause it's your sexy ass mouth on me. And here in your room I can see, OH FUCK! I can see every move you make. Yeah. Bob your head back and forward, and suck hard as you back off." I groaned and could feel my balls tightening up. "Damn, getting so close. Wrap those gorgeous lips around the head and flick your tongue over the tip. Ummm Yeah…that's it baby. Fuck. I'm gonna cum, and I want you to swallow every drop. God Baby, fuck I love looking down and seeing my cock in your pretty little mouth."
For the next few moments nothing intelligent came out of my mouth. Mostly Yeahs and Gods, and I love yous, I filled her mouth and she swallowed every drop, before smiling up at me. She stood up and shimmied out of her thong, before climbing onto her bed. I stepped out of my jockeys and joined her on the bed. We kissed, and I caressed her body, I used my mouth and tongue to worship her uncovered skin, before starting to uncover her; beginning with her stockings. I used my mouth and hands to ease the sheer material down and off her feet before laving her little toes with my attention. I kissed my way up her legs and indulged my desire to taste her and bring her to an orgasm while that sexy ass black lace framed her pussy. I unhooked the many hooks, dropping sucking kisses to her exposed skin, then lavished attention on her tits. I fucking love her tits. And hearing all the sounds of her pleasure, her sexy moans, and begging was too much, I'd busted as hard as hell not an hour ago and I could cut diamonds with my dick. I reached into her night stand and found the condoms her mom had gotten her. They were even the right kind.
Shaking off the curious thought of how Mrs. Jones knew the right condoms, I quickly rolled one on. Kissing Mercedes deeply, I pressed myself against her pussy, going as slowly as I could. I watched her face as it fluctuated between wonder, desire and unfortunately pain. "God Baby' I'm sorry this hurts. It gets better." I said carefully stretching her open and entering her. It was like sliding into a silken, scalding hot fist. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, I couldn't do a damn thing but feel. There was nary a sound in the room aside from our heavy breathing as she took me deeper and deeper into her. Our eyes locked together, I was having a hard time controlling the damn near palpable need to sink as deeply into her as I could. My fingers biting into the lush flesh of her thighs. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and braced herself, I popped her cherry and sunk in deeper.
"God, yeah." She moaned. "So full."
I pushed forward and retreated a bit, gaining inches until my entire nine inches was buried inside of her. Sweating and shivering, I leaned over her. I placed a nipping kiss next to her ear.
"That felt good, didn't it?" I murmured. "You got some masochistic tendencies don't you baby. Fuck that's hot.
A soft whimper was the only response she gave me. I pulled my cock slowly out of her body, her pussy was so tight it practically suctioned me back in. I groaned at the feel of her tight hot wetness. She looked up at me and smiled. Leaning up she pressed a kiss to my mouth, delving her tongue in between my lips. "Start slow…But fuck me Puck. Fuck me until I'm hoarse from screaming your fucking name."