Sex before friends

The twirling thrill of two souls bonding together, contented with being in each other's embrace, both not understanding a cupid's process. While Angela's earlier resolve to sleep with Rex was resurfacing, he was, however, enjoying teasing the lady, who knew not of his intended vanilla chase.

“Are you prepared for my cane?” Rex pressed for an answer, sounding harsher than he originally calculated. Despite the aloof demeanor, a part of him teetered on the edge of pleading.

A shy nod from her, however, retracts his ego back to shell. It was all he needed. The long minutes he spent wanking couldn't produce the orgasm he sought for relief, and neither was developing blue balls something to look forward to come morning.

And so, in his unspoken way of thanking her for preventing a status decrease, Rex brought down his rims to lock with hers in a kiss. Angela kissed him back after temporarily hesitating, it being her first time and all.

Still, her lips were much more sensual than what was anticipated. Rex figured. This causes his member to throb further, in readiness for an action.

'Calm down, big fellow, your hole digging time will come.' Remember vanilla? Rex consolidated his third legs. His pole, however, disagreed with his conventional choice. Nonetheless, gulping down his need for a green room desire, he parts her panties aside. Today wasn't the most ideal to convince her to be his pet. He may not get the right amount of his kink, but entering her penny while they stood inside his kitchen, he considered it kinky enough.

Still, there goes the same absurdity, thinking of extending intimacy beyond a one night with the redhead.

Yep, she's driving me crazy ever since meeting her tonight, Rex concludes.

Losing it for a minute, and not liking this soft spot, he brings Angela down, aligning her junction to meet with the length of his member, unintentionally forced. Although delighted to welcome his tool, still, the unexpected intrusion causes Angela to cry out in sheer misery.

Rex cursed the resistance. Thinking he misaligned and probably fought with her orifice, he anew tried to push past the impediment.

This leads to another agony for the girl still entwined to his waist.

Bloody heck, the girl is a virgin. What was she doing in the club full of drunken men? Don't do virgins; I can't start now. They spelled trouble, always expecting their first lover to end up as their husband.

Confused, Rex's tool deflates, caring more about what to do with the now crying lady. Possessively holding her back, he guides their still-conjoined bodies until getting to his nearest guest room.

There he laid her on the bed.

Coming to sit at the edge of it, he asks,

“Is this your initial time?” Rex is almost hopeful to receive no as a response. “Yes,” she, however, replied. Rex's disappointment knows no bounds. Preparing himself to exit the room and away from her, Angela reaches out to grab his hand. In her most pleading voice, eyes alike to that of a puppy, she asks,

“Crack it open.”

Baby, are you sure about that? You stayed a virgin this long. Can't tolerate you regretting this by morning. Rex reasoned, ignoring his third leg's instinct to take on the offer.

Although his jack craved the release, he was, however, not prepared to have the girl think of wedding bells. While Rex sat thinking of ways a one-night stand with a virgin could cage him into becoming a husband by the way it thinks, Angela still insisted.

“Burst it, do the damn thing. Please… Please, sir?”

Well, that does it for Rex, who quickly climbed the bed.

Did she call me sir? His third leg throbs in anticipation, ever the kinky pole. He bent to kiss her, allowing Angela to experience the feel of a manly weight. With his broad shoulders, he shields her, communicating the strength of a developed male, an every woman's need.

Angela moans, contented.

Rex aims his length to drive home into her warmth. Although he would have wanted to invest time in making her first intimacy remarkable? Rex finds Angela's tears, however, propelling his dominate side. It has him anew, pushing in to fit into her penny.

An inch later, and with one more wiggle to complete the two-centimeter length toward her hymen, Rex brings his hands to cover her lips. To prevent her from screaming too loud from the impending effect, the opening of her womanhood would entail. He intends to remove the entire layer of clothes she had on, but after this first round.

Using his right grip, he rubs his member over her clitoris and, with determination, pushes for the final result.

The hymen split in two. Her hole welcoming his pole. With a shriek and streak of tears later, they merge as one.

In the afterward instant, Rex experiences liquid running past his penetrated tool.

Blood? What the hell? In all the madness, I forgot to play it safe.

Fork, I hope the damn thing doesn't get into my urethra, Rex panicked. Angela, however, lay there agonizing. She shakes her skull left to right, as if the gesture will ease her pain. But as the minute rolls, her tears still streaked.

Time is said to heal wounds; in this stance as well, it didn't differ. With Rex noticing the change of attitude, he retrieves his hand from her mouth. Although Angela sobbed, it wasn't enough to disturb his house workers and security personnel. Pulling out to check on his pole, to examine if its coated blood had run into his urethra indeed, Angela screamed once more.

Unsure of what to do, Rex, instead, snaked his hands around her neck; with palms above her ribs, he willed her to calm down. Two seconds on it, and with her still not feeling better, Rex leans to kiss Angela, nibbling the upper lips to distract her from the anguish of his pole's withdrawal.

What started off as a comforting kiss, soon paved the way to resurface his arousal.

And it wasn't just him? The butterfly is kissing back. Her hands are drilling into his buttocks. Pulling him to give it to her.

Her pain must have subsided, Rex reflected. Once again, but this time, he grabbed at her buttocks, aiming for an angle less hurtful. He could sense her penny walls were softer by the way it stretched.

When Rex eased an inch more, Angela shuddered, but the tears didn't flow this anew.

Wow, her penny is warm, but tight. Still. It's not enough to have me slam my rod into her as I want. She needs more vanilla, Rex reasoned.

He raises his entire weight, with lips still locked to Angela's, he descends.

Soon, they both found a rhythm, synchronizing immersive feelings that don't seem to end. When he did a wiggle, Angela clung for a release, raising her hips upwards to meet with his thrusts.

In and out they rode, both taking, giving, receiving, and relishing the attraction that brought them together.

As Rex lay enjoying his first conventional sex. He reckoned vanilla flavor wasn't such a bad idea, especially with this stranger.

The realization of finding out he's yet to inquire about her name rings home. But, only for a few moments, anyway. This CEO still does not bed the ladies more than a night.