Zappo took Destiny’s hand and led her to the bed where he guided her onto her back. Then he climbed on top of her underneath the sheets. He leaned in to kiss her, but she put a finger between their lips, so he pulled back. Instead, he cupped a breast. Destiny smacked his hand away.
Giving her a funny face, Zappo reached a hand beneath the blanket, and Destiny felt something big and throbbing rubbing up and down her pussy, spilling past her lips. When it would run over her clit, it gave her the shivers. This went on for some time, and just when Destiny was starting to get bored of the ordeal, Zappo slipped himself inside her. With a jolt to her senses, she gasped for a deep breath. This was it. She was going to earn the title of Lady.
He began to thrust gently, in and then out. In and then out. All in a steady, slow rhythm. But it didn’t take long before he started to speed up and the gap between the pushes shortened in length. Destiny’s body went rubbery all over.
Following Destiny’s arms with his hands, he found her wrists, put them up above her head and pinned them to the mattress. At first, she fought him, but he was much stronger, so she submitted and let him take control. Grooms were supposed to know what they’re doing. They’re experts.
Then something changed. Instead of thrusting in and out, Zappo started to put a rotating gyration into his hips so that his member went in and out with a twisted torque, stimulating yet unknown and lost areas of her cavity. She closed her eyes and felt like she was melting.
Before long, Zappo resorted to short, shallow pushes inside her, just so that he entered her halfway. And then, in surprise, he thrusted once, deep and hard to her furthered extreme, where he held himself at the full depth of his jab in a frozen position. Their hip bones ground together. Destiny exhaled loudly and then moaned, twisting her neck and flinging her head from side to side. Zappo did this again. He started with short, shallow pushes, and then, when she suspected he thought she least expected it, he would thrust deep and far within. She gasped, sucking in the air.
Then Zappo changed his strategy again. Still gyrating his hips aggressively, he would give Destiny a few shallow pokes, then a deep one, and another deep one after that. He kept her guessing now, mixing the shallow and deep ones at a seeming random pattern. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. So this is what sex is like? No wonder everyone loved to talk about it. She relished in the experience of not knowing what was coming next. The unpredictability drove her wild.
Sometime later, Zappo pulled out, clutched her hips and hoisted her pelvis up as he turned her around, so that she was on all fours. He grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back, as he rammed his dick into her and his hips started riveting like a jackhammer, back and forth, back and forth. Destiny felt him moving within her, in and out, in and out, and deep and powerful every time. She was being fucked, violently. Yet something was building up inside her, some energy. Something was getting stronger and stronger. She was getting fucked. For the first time. And then finally, this something released from within her in an exploding, spasming sensation. Lost in the moment, she screamed, “YES! OH MY GOD, YES!”
That’s when she felt it inside her. Zappo’s penis shook and vibrated in little successions and then lost its force and power altogether.
Destiny collapsed on the bed, perspiring, and looked at the clock on the wall. Had it really been an hour? She glanced over at Zappo, who was heaving and breathing heavily.
“Give me a moment,” he panted.
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