The Stars Trilogy (46 page)

He knew he was big but if a pussy was this wet, one push would bring him in.

He pushed inside her. Hard. 

She jerked and made a distressed sound. He didn’t get in. His cock head didn’t even pop in.

What the fuck…?
Her hole was fucking closed. Impossible!

He pushed again and she yelped, arching her hips away to evade his penetration. “Dare…!”

“Shit, lie still!” He spread her legs wider and guided his cock, giving a mighty push. He managed to force the crown inside her and he groaned harshly as her pussy squeezed him like a vise. “Oooh fuck, baby, you’re so tight! “ He growled, his entire body gearing for a wild ride.

“Dare...It hurts!”

“I hurt, too babe. I’ve been hard as a poleaxe for weeks now thinking about you. About your lips and boobies and pussy. I hurt like fuck!”

“No, no, no, it really hurts! You’re pe…you’re…THAT! It’s hurting me!”

He stared at her and became aware of her nails digging painfully on his forearms.

She was so tight. Uncommonly tight. He was big, but she was so wet and she did this a lot, didn’t she?

He pushed deeper.

She cried out louder. “Dare, stop! I really can’t!”

Stop? Now?! She was asking for a race car speeding at 300 km/h to abruptly halt to a complete stop. Impossible!

“Shhh, don’t resist it, baby. Relax your muscles. I know I’m probably bigger than your past lovers but you’ll get used to me...you’ll see...relax...”

“No, no, stop! I don’t have past lovers!”

Gracious fuck, she was hot, alright! But he didn’t need the virgin fantasy to get off. He was past turned on. He was seconds from exploding.

He gave a mighty push again and felt a peculiar sensation of his cock ramming against a thin wall of flesh, ripping it open.

She shrieked and beat his chest. “Awww! Stop!”

“I can’t stop, baby…”

“What...?” The feel of her hot inner walls clenching around half of his shaft was simply sensational! It was so fucking good his eyes felt like rolling in their sockets.

“Oh God, Dare, stop! It hurts! I’m gonna die!”

Her shouting caused her pussy walls to clench tighter around him, if it was possible. “No, baby, we are going to heaven...Yes, we are!” He gripped her hips and pulled out a little.

She screamed in pain and slapped his face. “I said stop it!”

Shit, a fucking domme! His balls clenched painfully, ready to shoot cum.

He became still on top of her, putting most of his upper weight on his forearms, fighting the inevitable. If he moved, even just a little, he will blast his load.

She was biting her lower lip, her face contorted in pain, her eyes awash with tears.

She was clearly…in real pain.

Then he understood. “Are you...? Are you a fucking virgin?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.

“What do you think?! Remove that...your thing from me! Now!” she shouted back.

Amid the roaring rush of blood in his ears and his urgent lust, he looked down between them. It was the most arresting sight. His thick cock was only halfway inside her pussy, getting the most incredible choking. This tightness was not caused by her pussy walls squeezing him. This was a hole that hadn’t been entered and explored before.

A virgin territory. Untouched. Unsullied by any dick.

Until now.

So soft and so tight and so wet and so...

He lost it.

“Ooooh fffuck..!” A guttural shout was wrenched from his throat as he shuddered and went off like a bomb.

Every blast felt like a piece of heaven.

It was a cataclysmic experience unlike anything he had ever experienced. He did not just come with his cock. He came with his entire being.

For seemed like an eternity he was a million floating fragments of pure bliss in an unknown universe.

He slumped his dead weight on top of her, breathing hard, totally lost and yet totally home.

It was surreal. Unheard of in his widely reputed shagging history.

He had never come with his cock partially embedded in a woman’s pussy before. Physically it was impossible as he had never been brought to the point of excitement where he could actually come without even moving. Talk about premature ejaculation! Bad for his record.

But here he was, inside the most delicious cunt he had ever fucked, languishing in the afterglow of such amazing discovery. Not quite fully inside her yet…

A virgin, for crying out loud!

Celine. Ah, Celine.

How in hell did this happen?

He gently pulled out of her.

She keened in pain and he felt like ten shades of bastard. But only for a few seconds.

Now, he felt smug like a fucking king.

He touched her cheek tenderly, feeling all mushy inside. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said softly.

She winced and brought her legs together, turning to her side in a fetal position.

“Hey...” He bent to kiss her cheek, terribly worried now. Did he hurt her that bad? “Are you okay, baby?”

“No. It hurts like hell.”

“Let me see.”

“No!”

“Come on,  cupcake, let me see.”

“Dare, you’re embarrassing me.”

He snaked his hand between her legs.

“Aww!”

He paled when he saw his fingers. “You’re bleeding!”

She whined. “Thanks to your monster thing!”

He sighed. What he just found out was hard to comprehend. His elation was again eclipsed by the implication of this new discovery. “How...how is this even possible?”

“What do you mean?”

“That you were still a virgin?!”

She turned her head to peer at him. “Are you mad?”

“Yes! No! Dammit, Celine, you were fucking Ben!”

“I was not!” she shouted back.

He cussed. Of course, he knew that now that he’d popped her cherry. “You were touching him!?”

“Huh?”

“At the hospital, I saw you touching him. He was naked!”

“You saw that and you presumed?”

“What was I supposed to think?”

She smacked his chest. “One, the old man just came off of the ICU and could barely move. He couldn’t even walk! Second you thought I was so unattractive I couldn’t find a man my age?”

“No…I…You told me you were together!”

“We are together. We are very good friends!”

“No, you deliberately gave me the impression that you were his mistress!”

“What?! I did no such thing! You just jumped to the wrong conclusion!”

“You could have corrected me!”

“I did! You didn’t believe me!”

He sighed harshly and stared at her, not knowing what to do next. She was lying there, so beautiful and so his.

Yes. HIS. She was his. This maddening, exasperating, utterly delicious exotic flower was his.

He held her legs and spread them open again.

She protested and slapped his hands. “Don’t you dare touch it!”

He grinned at her this time. “That’s my name, baby.”

He inspected the damage he had inflicted on her beautiful cunt. There were smears of blood mingling with her juices.

“Are you going to pour antiseptic on it?” she said sarcastically.

He crouched between her thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you feel better?”

His tongue made a swipe at her outer labia.

She jerked in protest. “Nooo!”

He held her hips in place and proceeded to lick her gently, cleaning the blood off of her ravaged pussy. It had a unique salty taste mingling with her sweet feminine juices.

He felt so guilty but at the same time so pleased like when he had his first home run when he was a kid. He let the Neanderthal in him bask in the glory of being Celine’s first lover.

“Dare...oh don’t..!”

But her protests died soon as she moaned not in distress but in relief and shortly, pleasure.

Making her feel good was paramount to him at that moment. He wanted her to forget the pain  he had caused her awhile back, replacing it with pleasant sensations.

Fuck, he had never gone down on a pussy after he just deposited a ton of cum in it but right now, he’d drink his own spunk if it would make her feel good.

He felt territorial with her pussy already. This was his. Nobody will have the chance to enjoy this but him alone.

He opened her folds wider with his fingers, exposing her gorgeous clit and unleashed on it his accumulated skills in making women come. His cock surged back to life.

She was gasping for breath in no time, calling his name, mewing and sobbing deliriously.

He wanted to shout in triumph when she stiffened, crying out incoherently, her clit throbbing wildly on his lips, her juices welling out to bathe his tongue.

It felt like a freakin’ touchdown.

He held her tight until her shuddering ebbed and she went limp.

“Uhmmmmmm...” she moaned drowsily.

He grabbed the thermal blanket and spread it over them. He lay beside her, gathering her in his arms, wrapping her with his warmth protectively. Gently, he kissed her lips, her nose and her forehead.

He was rock hard again...but it was no longer urgent. It can wait.

Eyes closed, she purred like a well-fed kitten, moving sensuously against him, finding the right fit within his embrace. When she finally settled, she sighed in contentment.

“I love you,” she whispered.

He smiled and closed his eyes, too, feeling sleepy, his tired body finally surrendering to the harrowing events of the day.

From a plane crash to this exquisite bliss?

What a way to finish the day.

Chapter Twenty

I’ve read in US mag that you’re dating Naiomi  Renoir. Wow.

She’s beautiful. Another supermodel. I so hate her.

I’m sorry but I can’t lie about how I feel. I hate it that I’m not free to come see you yet.

I promised my parents that I won’t have a BF until I’ve graduated from college.

But it’s only a year left and and I’m done.

I can come see you then. Please, wait for me.

CELINE WOKE UP WITH STRANGE SOUNDS all around her.

Birds. Lots of birds chirping.

She was  lying alone in a very cramped space.

The plane!

She sat up in panic. Everything came back in a rush. The plane crashed!

“Dare?” she called out.

There was no answer. Holding her dress in place to cover her front, she crawled to the door and opened it. She was greeted by a wilderness. The trees were so tall, with trunks so thick and leaves so lush blocking most of the sun above. Everything looked green and  mossy, even the rocks.

She heard a really loud animal sound. She’d never heard anything like that before! It sounded big! Fear slammed in her chest. “Dare?!” she called out louder, her voice croaking.

“Hush, you’ll scare off the monkeys.”

He appeared from the back of the plane. She sagged in relief. “Oh, where have you been?”

He dropped a cluster of banana to the ground.

“Come on out.” He bent to assist her out of the plane.

He was shirtless, wearing only his denim pants and boots. A sinister-looking gun, the kind she’d only seen in action movies hung around his torso. Strapped to his waist was a knife. The reddish gash on his arm only made him look more dangerous.

“You look like a bandit,” she commented, smiling.

He grinned, giving her a slow once over. “And you look like a bandit’s hostage.”

She blushed and bit her lip.

He snaked his arm around her waist and brought her closer to his body. “Beautiful in the morning,” he said softly, tucking strands of her hair behind her ear.

She smiled shyly and rested her cheek on his chest. He was complimenting her. Gone was his cold and distant demeanor toward her. All she felt was warmth, tenderness and familiarity. This was her old Dare. Her Coney Island Dare.

God, please, let him stay this way. 

“Are you alright?”

“Uh-hmm.” She wrapped her arms around him, thankful they were both still alive. They’d both been given a new lease of life. They could have died yesterday. “I was so scared.”

He squeezed her in his arms tighter, kissing the top of her head. “I know, baby. But we’re okay now. You’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.”