Free Forbidden Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page B

melting as his lips worked against hers. Still, Emily was very, very aware he was positioning himself to enter her. She tensed, surprised when he immediately noticed.
    “I’ll go slow this first time,” he told her. “I want to ram myself home, I’m so damned hot for you, angel face. But I want you to always remember the first time Mick Devlin fucked you.” The head of his penis pushed gently into her vagina barely an inch. “Do you know how hard it is for me to be patient? You are so tight, angel face, and so ready for me.” He kissed her again, moving himself another tiny distance.
    Emily’s eyes were closed tight. She was barely able to breathe. Her whole consciousness was focused on what was happening to her. His thick penis stretched the walls of her vagina. She could feel her body enclosing him, feel him moving inexorably forward. When did it end? And where was that mysterious thing called orgasm that was supposed to happen to her? Would she know it when it happened?
    Michael Devlin struggled in the face of his own overwhelming lust to give his partner every bit of enjoyment that he could. He knew if he did, she would retaliate in kind. The orgasm building up in him was going to be enormous, he sensed. And then suddenly, to his great surprise his slow sweet progress was blocked. At first he thought he was imagining it, but no, he was not. “Jaysus!” he swore. “You’re a virgin!” He looked down at Emily with her tightly closed eyes. “Open your eyes, you conniving little witch, and tell me the truth. You’re a virgin, right?”
    Emily did not open her eyes. “Uh-huh,” she whispered.
    “Oh, Christ, I can’t stop now, angel face,” he told her. “I’m sorry.” And then without further ado, he pulled his raging penis back and drove through her hymen.
    Emily shrieked. “You’re hurting me,” she sobbed. Why hadn’t anyone warned her about pain? Would it always be like that? All her books were useless.
    “Lie still,” he told her. “The pain will go away in a minute. You damned little fool, you should have warned me.” His hand caressed her face tenderly.
    “If I had you wouldn’t have done it,” she whimpered.
    “Probably not,” he agreed. “Why?”
    “Is this the time to be discussing this?” she asked almost ruefully.
    “No, angel face, it isn’t,” he said. Then he was kissing her gently, softly, and moving on her with tender care.
    The pain was gone almost as quickly as it had come. Her eyes closed again, and she let herself slide away into a world of sensation. Her body was accepting him far more easily now. He whispered little prompts in her ear, and she followed them easily. Her legs wrapped about his torso, and she gasped with distinct pleasure as he moved deeper into her vagina. “Oh, yes!” she heard her own voice say, and he laughed low. The rhythm between them was like nothing she had ever experienced. This was wonderful!
    “I’ve got to come!” he groaned. “Sorry!”
    And she felt his cum flooding her body. Emily sighed deeply with the sheer pleasure of it. “Can I have more, sir?” she asked him.
    Michael Devlin rolled off of her and lay breathing heavily for several long minutes. He had just fucked the first virgin he had had since he was fifteen, and he had never been entirely sure that Maureen Duffy was indeed a virgin, although she had sworn she was. But Emily Shanski certainly had been a virgin. Her very tight little hymen had shattered beneath the persistent battering of his penis. He had felt the warm blood. Glancing down he saw it on his dick, on her thighs, on the bedsheet that had been beneath them. “This will not happen again,” he told her in a stern voice. But he knew he didn’t mean it. He didn’t care what had convinced her to give him the gift of her virginity, but he was certainly not unhappy about it. And he wanted more.
    Emily propped herself up on an elbow and looked down into his handsome face. “Devlin,” she said, “let’s