Zach continued to hump me, pressing the base of his cock on my sensitive clit over and over. I lost my breath as I came down from my orgasm, only to be lifted high once again—my third one for the night.
“Oh my god, Zach…”
I felt more juices escape from my pussy, lubricating my already wet entrance even more. Then I felt the head of his cock in my opening.
He stared at me intently. Then he pushed himself in me, as gently as he could. The pleasure I felt was replaced with a tearing pain.
“Awww!” I screamed, pulling Zach to me, holding on to him for comfort.
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”
Then in one final push that gave me a pain that felt like I was going to be torn in half, he bottomed out on me. For a couple of seconds that felt like a hundred years, none of us dared to move.
He propped up on his elbows so he could look at me in the eyes. He smiled at me apologetically. Then he reached up and wiped the tears that rolled down my cheeks.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said. “You’re suffocating my cock.”
“You’re so big,” I said. “You’re splitting me in half!”
He smiled at me. It was done. Zachary Reed, formerly known as Zachary Stewart, the boy formerly known as my brother, had taken my virginity. And I absolutely felt no guilt, no remorse over it.
“I’m going to start moving now, baby girl. I will go slow. If the pain becomes too much, tell me and I will stop.”
I simply nodded.
He leaned forward and kissed my lips. Then he slowly pulled out of me, and just when he was only an inch inside me, he slowly pushed into me again. His thrusts were slow but deep. His movements were gentle, but he was hitting me in all the right places, inside my body and out.
He thrust into me again and again. Each thrust deeper than the last. Zach was big. I could feel that his cock was long and thick. I was taking a bit of time adjusting to him no matter how wet I was after three orgasms.
His mouth returned to the base of my neck, nuzzling it, sucking at my skin. Then I felt his hands on my breasts as he squeezed them, while he continued to pump in an out of me as gently as he could.
The pain was disappearing. Instead, I could feel a different kind of pleasure. It was coming from inside me, intensifying each time he went in deeply within my core. And suddenly, I wanted him to go faster and faster, harder and deeper.
“Please, Zach…” I moaned. “Go faster!”
He stared back at me in eyes drunk with lust. “Baby girl…” he moaned. “I don’t want to hurt you,”
“I can take it,” I whispered to him.
He shook his head. “No,” he whispered. Then he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “We’ll have plenty of times to fuck later. But this is your first time. I’m making love to you. You deserve nothing less than that.”
I wasn’t sure whether that should make me feel happy or frustrated. My body ached for more, but my heart wanted to leap for joy, knowing that this moment couldn’t be more perfect than it already was. I couldn’t think of any other guy to give my cherry to, or any other place to do it on. Everything was right. Everything was perfect. Zach was perfect.
He made love to me gently, slowly. He touched my inner core, slowly building the pressure within me.
He stared back at me. I could tell he was slowly losing it too. He was trying to hold back his release because he wanted to bring me to Nirvana one more time.
“God, Zach…” I whispered. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”
He smiled at me triumphantly. Then he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, “Who’s taken your cherry, baby girl? Who made you scream in pleasure? Who’s making love to you now?”
I moaned as I felt how deep he was in me. “You.”
He nipped my earlobe. Then he whispered, “Who am I?”
I felt my senses ignite once again. My heart pounded loudly inside my chest. If it’s possible, I became even wetter.
“Zach…” I whispered his name. Then I drew a deep breath and added, “My brother!”