Chapter 77 | Breaking Heaven’s Gate (18)
Chapter 77: 77 | Breaking Heaven’s Gate (18)
His erection pressed against her entrance, as her pussy fold opened up.
The sudden heat of his member made her gasp in pleasure.
"Fuck! That feels nice!"
She licked her lips as she felt how big he really was and how much it was going to stretch her. A mixture of nervousness and anticipation churned in her stomach.
"Tell me if it hurts," Andrew said, barely able to hold himself back.
"I’ll stop if you need me to."
She shook her head, rapidly. "Stop being like that. I want this, I want you and I want to feel you inside me."
He slowly inserted the tip of his dick into her pussy.
She gasped as she immediately felt full, a sensation she hadn’t had all her life. It was overwhelming, stretching her in ways she had never experienced, but it didn’t hurt.
Her talent kept her body elastic, her inner walls expanding to accommodate his size without damage, or pain.
Except a deep, filling sensation that made her toes curl.
"Ugh, that feels nice," Andrew groaned. She was incredibly tight around him, her walls gripping his length like a glove, squeezing and pulsing with her heartbeat.
She actually moaned and laughed at the same time. "So this is what I’ve been missing for years."
Andrew smiled. "Glad you’re enjoying it."
He went even further, pushing deeper into her, eliciting more gasps from her. Her inner walls gripped him with incredible pressure, massaging his length as he sank deeper into her warmth.
But he looked into her eyes and she nodded at him. Her golden eyes were slightly glazed, her cheeks flushed red, her lips parted as she panted for breath.
Slowly, he pressed forward until he felt resistance. He finally reached her hymen.
Slowly, he penetrated. Like a flower blossoming during its season, her pussy opened up and accepted all of him as he part the tissue around him like wet tissue paper.
There was a brief flash of pain across Monica’s face, as she winced.
She bit his arm as she moaned and grunted, her nails digging into his skin, leaving red crescents that would take hours to fade.
A thin line of blood appeared where his dick had broken through, mixing with her natural lubrication.
But the pain was brief, overwhelmed almost immediately by the pleasure that followed.
The fullness, the completeness, the feeling of having him inside her, filling her in a way she had dreamed about for years.
They started fucking slowly at first, Andrew taking his time, letting her adjust to his size with each thrust.
He would pull back until only the tip remained inside her, pausing at the entrance, before sliding all the way back in, burying himself to the hilt, penetrating her womb itself.
A gentle rhythm that allowed her body to stretch and accommodate him gradually.
Monica’s moans filled the entire private dormitory.
She didn’t care if anyone could hear her.
She had waited too long for this moment to worry about anything else.
She couldn’t even control it even if she wanted to.
"Andrew... Andrew... yes... right there... don’t stop..."
She called his name as he fucked her missionary style, her voice rising in pitch with each thrust, getting higher and more desperate as her pleasure built.
He suddenly took one nipple with his mouth, sucking and licking the hard tip , swirling his tongue around it in slow circles while his hips continued to pound into her like a piston.
His other hand found her other nipple and began to twist and pull, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure that was already threatening to consume her.
She went on overload as she screamed. "I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m coming—"
"Aannnnnnnhhhhh!"
She came right there, her entire body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Her back arched off the bed, her toes curled, her fingers gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.
Her inner walls clamped down on Andrew’s dick like a vacuum, milking him, trying to pull him deeper, trying to keep him inside her forever.
The convulsions lasted for what seemed like three minutes, her body shaking and trembling, small aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her at random intervals.
When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, she was panting, her chest heaving, her skin flushed pink from head to toe, her golden hair spread across the pillow in a wild halo.
Andrew withdrew his dick with a plop sound and stood up to look at his handiwork.
She was a mess of sweat and beauty, her golden hair spread across the pillow like threads of gold, her skin flushed pink, her chest heaving with each breath.
’I wish I could capture this moment. And put it as my wallpaper.’
But he actually would dare to do that. That was just asking for trouble.
Her eyes fluttered open as she glanced at him.
"Hehehehe."
She giggled as she covered her face.
"Stop staring!"
"Your incredibly beautiful, you know that right?"
That seemed to spark something inside of her and she suddenly fell to her knees then crawled toward him on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying with each movement, her hips swaying side to side.
She stopped in front of him, looked up at his still-hard erection with glazed, hungry eyes, and opened her mouth.
Her tongue emerged, pink and wet and pointed, and she leaned forward to lick the tip of his dick, collecting the drop of precum that had gathered there.
Andrew felt his brain spark and he grabbed her head gently pulling them back into a loose ponytail that gave him better access to her face.
Then she began to work, taking him into her mouth. She started with just the head, her lips wrapping around the tip, her tongue exploring every fold and flesh of his meat.
She sucked gently, creating a vacuum that pulled more precum from his body, which she swallowed with an audible gulp.
She pushed her head further and one fifth of his dick slowly entered her mouth and hit the back of her throat.
He felt the muscles of her throat squeezing around him, massaging the head of his dick. He thought she might have hit her limit.
But... She was just getting started.