I hoped my life would change soon, and then I met you.

I thought learning to trust you was going to be hard. But leaving Zak to give myself to you was easily imaginable. I’d do anything it would take.

Zak was just about to leave for basic training when I met you. We arrived at your house, and I saw you working on your car. Zak didn’t know how to work on anything. You met my gaze with a smirk that could convince me to kneel before you right then. You were so handsome and mysterious. I was only 16, and you were an already established 20-year-old. I loved how seductive and well-spoken you came off. I had eyes for you. I wondered how he hadn’t introduced us before. Probably because he kept me from seeing how magnetic you were. It put me at ease immediately.

We sat around as you and Zak got caught up, and I learned you were a traveling bridge inspector. That was a new development. I was impressed with how a man could be so young and yet so mature. I was walking back from the bathroom and overheard something that made me stop dead in my tracks. Zak had asked you about your recent sexploitations. When you described the age and caliber of women you fucked on your previous trip to California I couldn’t help but rub my pussy through my jeans. I pictured each of the two stories vividly, wishing I was one of the girls you had taken control of in your hotel room.

As I returned I remember asking, “What were you boys talking about?”

You brushed over the truth by telling me you were going to postpone the brakes on the car until the next day. You were tired and wanted to relax for the evening. My pussy ached as I pretended to believe the lie you were telling.

We parted ways for the evening and before leaving, we shared a hug. As short as it was, I could tell you were embracing me slightly longer than to only want my friendship.

Zak rambled on as he drove to drop me off for the night. I thought of you the whole way home. When he leaned in to kiss me goodnight, I imagined I was kissing you before making my way inside my house.

Zak continued exploring dating apps behind my back; he assumed I knew nothing about it. He ignored my physical needs often and would only touch me when he wanted something from me, which was seldom. He spent almost no time dedicated to our intimacy or touching me out of love.

I knew I had to have you, to find out if you would treat me differently. I figured nothing would be worse than it already was. Zak had been treating me poorly for too long, and if anything, I was going to spite him by fucking you so he would leave me for good. I knew you had plans to take me, even if only temporarily. I was willing to take any time that you were prepared to give me. I knew you were a busy man.

I was turning 17 in a few weeks. Zak was only 18 so the gap between my age and yours was the largest I had ever considered allowing with a significant other. I sank in my seat out on your back deck and felt turned on, but I was afraid you saw me as immature. Zak had come home from basic training, and we came over so you both could smoke a bowl and talk shit. Your shirtless body was covered in sweat, and fresh tattoos covered your shoulder and ribs up and down your right side. Your collarbone was covered in a blackbird mid-flight, something I craved to trace with a fingertip. A massive mythical Griffin displayed its wings, and the talons were painted across your ribcage, grasping a black cross. The wings reached far and wide across your shoulder blade and back. The sheer size of it was impressive, but it made you that much more masculine as well. The evening had ended much the same way as the last, with a hug that lingered longer than expected. Separating, you brushed your hand across my lower back, tickling the top of my right ass cheek it made my legs weak.

I knew.

Well, things progressed, and we often spent time together as things continued to worsen between Zak and me. You and I started having some amazing times together, alone and in secret. After exchanging phone numbers, you quickly showed me that friendship with him was worth less than your plans with me. It felt naughty. It felt exhilarating being with you. Your passenger car seat became my safe space, and your sports car was a dream as you showed me your favorite race spots in downtown Chicago. I felt safe and cared for, and you were everything I always wanted.

You told me you wanted to wait until I was 17 before you would have sex with me. And you did, much to my frustration. I had seen your cock, your low-hanging fruit below; I wanted to try to fit it in my mouth. It happened the first time we went to your house alone, and you came out of the shower with your clothes in your hand. You knew what you were doing, showing off like that. I sat bewildered and longed for you. I knew full well that your cock was going to be a milestone in comparison to anything I tried to achieve orgasm with prior.

A couple of months passed, and things had to come to an end with Zak.

I called you to pick me up down the road from his house the day I walked out on him. I was crying and emotionally exhausted getting in your car. My knight in shining armor had arrived to pick me up and dust me off. My legs trembled at the sight of you as we drove to your place.

We arrived at your house, and I felt I could finally breathe.

You took me inside to calm me down, and we showered. I remember never expecting the warm embrace you enveloped me in and you just held me in a hug, a cheek in each hand, probing a finger into my aching ass before you asked if I was ready. My holes trembled at your touch. My mouth watered as I bit my lip in expectation of what was coming.

You didn’t have to ask.

I had felt your bulbous head already aimed and probing between my lips as soon as you grabbed me. You had put your mouth to my neck; it made me go weak. I knew I was finally going to experience you.

“Please, finally, Christian. Please give me your cock, I’ve wanted you.”

And with no hesitation, facing one another, you penetrated me for the first time. You made me feel like a woman. I loved the way that your hands curled into my hair and pulled my head back as you sank into me with smooth motion. I never thought I could be fucked quite like that. You took me, and I fell completely into you as you reached a point deeper in me than I’d known was there.

You held that depth.

“Beg me. Beg me not to stop. I know you want my cock now; tell me.”

“Don’t fucking stop, take me and do what you want with me, I’m finally yours.”

And the sound alone of your pelvis hitting mine made me realize full well there would be bruises later. It all served to drench the cock I was falling in love with. You held me there; I felt like I wasn’t even standing on my own. You were using me like a cock sleeve, and I hadn’t known what I always wanted until then. I felt completely and utterly free. You never let me orgasm. As tortured as I felt it made me infinitely more drawn to you. I didn’t think I could want you more.

We reached the bed after you decided I was done writhing around in the shower. You dried me off while nibbling at my tits so slowly, you seemed to admire the bumps around my areolas. My nipples felt like diamonds trying to cut through the air surrounding them. Your attention to my every need drove me into a state of frenzy but you kept me there on the edge of it all. Nobody had ever treated my body that way before.

We lay down, and you worked your way up my legs until your head was nestled between my folds. Your nose spread them apart very gently until your tongue probed the hole you were just using minutes before.

“You taste so good, baby. I love the way you cum for me. I need you to cum for me again and let me taste you through another orgasm before I fuck you again.”

You allowed me to see a man, I thought. I couldn’t possibly have missed out on being used and making love simultaneously until then. It was all so new. Hearing you even verbalize what turned you on, what you wanted me to do, and how you wanted me to react to you was such a turn-on. You made me feel safe, and I became putty in your hands. Or your mouth, rather, and I violently started cumming again as a crescendo of waves came over me. I lifted my ass off the bed and tried to give my holes over to you through the waves of bliss.

You crawled your way up me with kisses, bites, and nibbles, and when you finally reached my neck, I felt you lift me off the bed and put each arm under me. Your hands rested on each shoulder and pulled me onto your cock without any need to guide or aim your cock into my waiting hole. Your precum and my soaking labia made easy work of the head sliding right back home to the place it just conquered. I gasped in disbelief. You buried yourself into me, and all I heard in my ear as you released the bite on my earlobe was how you weren’t going to let me cum again.

I had lost count of how many times you edged me, pulling and pushing me along the length of your cock with no regard as to whether I could keep a breath in my lungs. You kept stopping just before I would begin to clamp down around your shaft. I was fighting to reach orgasm so badly.

I begged, I pleaded, and all that did was solidify the fact that I was yours to do with as you pleased. And you knew. I could hear your sinister chuckles at my whimpers when you would stop, my pussy longing for you again. Feeling empty and cold, I’d settle down before you would align yourself again and start pulling me onto you.

Your voice would interrupt the sloshing and squelching. It redirected my focus.

“Your hole loves being used; does that turn you on? Submitting to me feels good, doesn’t it?”

The grit in your voice ignited something primal in me.

“Tell me you’re my whore.”

I felt the passion ooze from your tone of voice. Your eyes blazed with fire and ice. I was yours.

I’d never thought I would ever say something like that. But your strokes stopped. I knew you wanted to hear me admit how bad I needed you.

“Use me. Yes, baby, fucking use me. Like the whore I am. Your whore. Just fuck me how you want, I need it. I need to cum, baby, so badly.”

And with that, you drove into me harder and faster than I had ever been fucked before. I never imagined I would squirt, drenching the sheets below us; I didn’t know any woman could squirt from being fucked. But I felt pressure inside me I’d never had the pleasure of knowing before.

With a wet plop, you pulled the head out, and I felt my pussy soak my legs and ass. This only fueled your desire. You looked into my eyes, and we locked our gazes as you reentered me. You kept thrusting until I was shaking and convulsing through what could only be described as an overwhelming sensation of weightlessness. I wasn't even on the bed anymore. Being held in your arms, hips held up by your cock, our hips met with each stroke until our eyes no longer locked.

Everything went hazy, fading to black for a moment. Realizing it was only a few seconds, I began feeling the sweat and cum soaking our skin. Your arms and hands remained in place while your panting tickled my neck. I realized you came right into the bruised cervix you spent so long hitting, denying me release. I felt your cum heavy inside me and knew when you pulled out there was going to be a flood. My hope was realized, and you began to push your cock into the top of my mound while you held me. We finally settled; all tension was gone. The bottom of your shaft split my lips apart, leaving your swollen tip resting in my belly button.

I throbbed, and felt stretched and used, almost tingling numb with the onslaught of abuse you delivered to my pussy. And yet I felt safe. For the first time. Your aftercare was something I wasn’t familiar with. You stroked my hair and nuzzled into my neck. I heard the words, “I love you, Stephanie, please just stay here tonight.”

My voice shook with post-orgasm bliss. “I love you too, baby.”

You didn’t have to ask. I had already daydreamed about moving in with you often and being able to leave my parents' house for good.

That was the start of something I knew would last for a very long time.