Vixen whimpered as he captured her hand and made her fingers wrap around his thick, throbbing manhood.
"—-is how much I want you."
Vixen couldn't help looking down as Christopher's large, strong hand covered hers and slowly taught her how to stroke his cock.
It felt so lewd, seeing her pale fingers wrapped around the silken steel of his erection, but at the same time it also felt really, really good. As his hand left hers, and she was able to stroke and work his cock the way he taught her, hearing Christopher's breath turn harsh with need made her pussy throb harder, and it was then Vixen realized that hearing him enjoy her touch turned her on.
And when Christopher also began stroking her own sex...
Ooooooh.
His fingers began to match the stroke and pace of her own fingers, and so when she started stroking him faster, so did Christopher. And when she thought of squeezing his cock hard enough to make the athlete groan—-
His middle finger suddenly plunged into her moist, tight depths, and it was Vixen's turn to moan and arch up—-
Oh God!
By the time her body fell back, his finger had already found a rhythm as it thrust in and out of her sex, and Vixen found herself incapable of thinking. All she could do was moan at every plunge of his finger while she worked his cock mindlessly, her fingers moving faster and faster and faster—-
And with his finger moving just as fast, faster and faster and faster—-
"Kit!"
For whatever reason, it was his name from childhood that slipped past Vixen's lips as her body suddenly reached its peak, and the unexpected sound of it had Christopher stiffening—-
Fuck!
With his balls already tightening to the point of sensual agony, and unwilling to have his first orgasm spent between her fingers, Christopher yanked his finger out and replaced it with his cock with one smooth, hard thrust—-
Shit!
Christopher went completely still as he felt his face whiten upon realizing that his cock had just breached what could only be Vixen's maidenhead.
What. The. Holy. Fuck.
Vixen, unaware of Christopher's current state of shock, was too busy trying to make sense of the incredible mix of emotions surging in her body. It was just so weird and good at the same time, with Christopher's manhood claiming her virginity while her body was still shuddering under the waves of her first orgasm.
Everything just seemed to happen so fast that by the time Vixen realized she was no longer a virgin, the pain was long gone, and all that was left was this exquisite feeling of being stuffed - just so, so stuffed, that she felt like her pussy was about to explode from too much cock, and oh, there was also this burning, throbbing need to move...
She must move.
She must.
Vixen's dazed gaze lifted to the one man she knew was capable of helping her.
"Please."
Just one word...one fucking word, and it completely smashed all of Christopher's good intentions with one powerful blow. Even with his conscience warning him from making things worse, it was just too damn late.
That one word had completely eviscerated his control, and the all-consuming need to drive into her overwhelmed everything else—-
FUCK.
Right and wrong lost its meaning, and all he could suddenly think about was how fucking good it felt to bury his member into her pussy, again and again and again, and fuuuuck, to hear his Vixen moan his name with every thrust and claw at his back with such wild abandon that he knew she would leave more than a few bleeding marks on his skin...
FUUUUUUUCK.
He was out of control, just fucking out of it, instinct and passion alone driving his every movement as Christopher grabbed a fistful of her hair and penetrated her sweet mouth with his tongue. Vixen moaned and shuddered, and then she was kissing him back just as eagerly, and as their bodies slapped against each other, Christopher finally remembered the one thing he had yet to enjoy—-
Aaaaah!
Vixen could feel her mind splintering the moment she felt his big hands start fondling her breasts, and she couldn't keep herself from sobbing out when every squeeze of her swollen flesh began to match the deep, hard thrusts of his member.
"Kit. Oh God. Kit." His mouth had left hers to suck on her neck, and she could only cry his name out over and over as her body started to tighten. Since she now knew what this meant, her heart started to hammer as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the peak, and when Christopher's mouth suddenly started moving down her body—-
Oh God, oh God—-
His mouth latched to her nipple, and the moment he bit her, the excruciating pleasure immediately sent Vixen flying—-
"Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"
Her head fell back as her body started to shudder, wetness gushing out with such force that she was almost mortifyingly sure her orgasm would leave a telltale stain on the sheets. Just so much wetness, and with Christopher still thrusting in and out of her, his hips pumping furiously against her, there seemed no end to the pleasure, just wave after wave of sensual agony—-
"Vixen." Christopher suddenly tightened his grip on her hair, and her eyes flew up, just in time to see his face tighten with desire as his body went rigid—-
Beautiful.
It was the most beautiful thing, seeing her Christopher's handsome face as he found his release. Just so beautiful to watch him cum, knowing that it was all because of her—-
That it was all because he loved her back—-
Vixen couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, couldn't help but hold his powerful, shuddering body tightly to her as she savored the feel of his member pumping out its seed into her pussy, and as she felt him literally fill her to the brim, it was at this moment she realized.
Eve was right, Vixen thought.
She had needed to give them a chance.
Needed to give them this chance to know...
And she really did know now—-
Christopher's throat tightened when he saw Vixen's soft dark eyes looking up to him just as she said...
"I love you."
It was Vixen's last words as she drifted into sleep, and she barely stirred as Christopher carefully withdrew his partially erect cock from her body.
For one long moment, he could only gaze at her, his face taut with regret and self-contempt. There was probably a misunderstanding somewhere somehow between William and him, but even so...
Everything that happened between Vixen and Christopher was on him alone.
And now...
What the fuck did he do with a girl who believed herself in love with him...and that he loved her back?
Should he tell her the truth and admit that everything was a fucking mistake?
Or should he give this a chance?
See if maybe what started out as a lie...could still turn out to be the truth.
"I THINK I'VE BEEN REBORN." Vixen truly believed this, but when she saw the way Christopher's lips curved...
She rolled on top of him, and Christopher's smile disappeared as he groaned, with her still-moist pussy now directly on top of his cock.
"I'm serious, Kit." She cupped her face so he could see the truth in her eyes. "I really think I'm a whole new person with you."
Busy as he was trying to reposition Vixen on top of him so he could get his member inside of her, Christopher could only grunt, saying distractedly, "Whatever you say, m'dear."