This is a work of fiction created by the author
All caricatures involved in sexual acts are over the age of 18.
My name is Jessica Brighton, the youngest daughter in the Brighton family. My father, George Brighton, is one of the most successful businessmen in our town. He built his fortune primarily in real estate, but he also owns sprawling farms outside the city. His ambition is unmatched, and his reputation precedes him wherever he goes.
My mother, Maria Traveston, is just as remarkable. With her Irish roots and timeless grace, she brought warmth and resilience to our family. Together, they make an unstoppable pair, and from them, I inherited my stubbornness, determination, and unwillingness to take "NO" for an answer.
Being the youngest meant I was my father's favorite--his little girl. Standing tall at 5'9" with a slender figure, pale skin, and long blond hair, I always drew attention wherever I went. Boys my age constantly chased after me, hoping to win my heart. But none of them stood a chance.
That is, until I met him--my god, Mike.
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I was 18 when I first saw him. He was 19.
He stood under the glaring sun, his bare chest glistening with sweat beside my car driver, Beads of perspiration rolled down his bronze skin like drops of melting chocolate, catching the light in a way that made it impossible to look away.
He was working as a mechanic, and our good luck led us to fix our car at the shop where he worked.
I froze, my eyes fixed on him, my mouth slightly open, my pussy was wet.
In that moment, a truth settled deep within me--I was in love.
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I was 18, and he was 19 when we started spending time together--despite all the protests and objections from my friends.
They said he was beneath me, but I saw him as far above me.
They said he was poor, but to me, he was rich with talent.
They said he had no family, but I thought of him as a god--and gods have no need for families.
They said he was black, but I believed black was the color of royalty.
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I was 18, and he was 19 when he spoke those words of love to me.
I couldn't comprehend how a god like him could love an ordinary girl like me. His words lifted me to the heavens, and in that moment, I felt weightless, as if I were flying through the sky.
Overcome, I fell to my knees at his feet, tears streaming down my face. After all, he was my god, and I was his devoted believer.
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I was 19, and he was 20 when my father hosted a grand party to celebrate my birthday and my high school graduation.
The entire town was invited--everyone except the one I longed to see.
Guests called it the biggest party they had ever attended, but to me, it was the dullest event in history.
They said I was lucky to have such a celebration, but I felt like the poorest girl alive, forced to mark my special day without him.
Yet, Mike had a gift for me. The next day, I was rewarded.
Mike rented a tiny room in a cheap hotel to celebrate my birthday with me.
His beautiful face turned crimson as I took off my clothes and stood naked before him.
I wasn't shy--how could I be? He was my god, and I was his devoted believer.
He gazed at me with hungry eyes and a flushed expression, his voice trembling as he said,
"You're too much for me, Jessie."
Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees, tears catching in my throat as I whispered,
"Me? Too much for you? I can't even fathom how someone like you could love a girl like me. You're a god, Mike, and gods deserve to be worshiped."
He lifted my naked body effortlessly into his arms, cradling me as if I were something fragile and precious. Gently, he laid me down on the bed before dropping to his knees beside me.
"I love you, Jessie," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "I will love you until my last day on this earth."
I gazed at him, vulnerable and unguarded, as I opened legs completely to him. "I'm yours, Mike," I whispered. "You have my heart, my soul, and my body.
Use me as you wish. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth--but promise me, promise me you'll never cheat on me. You're mine, and mine alone."
Tears welled in his eyes as he took my hand.
"Cheat on you? Never, Jessie. I'd be damned to even think of it. You're the only girl I've ever wanted, the only one I'll ever want."
A soft smile curved my lips.
"Enough with the drama, baby," I said playfully, pulling him closer.
"I've been waiting for this moment for so long."
His face was getting closer to my wet waiting pussy and said softly,
"Are you nervous, baby?" he asked, his voice low and steady, laced with just enough concern to make my heart flutter.
I looked up at him, a soft smile playing on my lips. "Never," I said, my voice firm yet warm, "not when you're with me, baby."
For a moment, the world around us seemed to fade away. With him by my side, I felt invincible, as if nothing could touch me.
When his lips touched my clit, an electric shock jolted through my body. As he started licking my pussy, my body caught fire. And when he began sucking it, I reached orgasm. His mouth cupped my pussy lips, savoring each drop of my juice. It was a nice and soft orgasm, just like the ones I had in my bed while touching myself and thinking about him..
My eyes were still closed when I felt the heat of his breath against my neck, each exhale sending shivers across my skin. His weight pressed down on my slender frame, grounding me in the moment.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to find his face inches from mine, his lips curved into a tender smile.
"Are you ready, baby?" he asked softly.
I smiled back, my heart full, and whispered,
"I'm yours, Mike. Do with me as you wish."
He leaned in, his full lips capturing mine, his kiss unpracticed but earnest.
His tongue explored my mouth hesitantly, seeking connection rather than mastery.
He wasn't an expert, and neither was I--we were each other's firsts.
It was a journey of discovery, fumbling through the unfamiliar but beautiful language of touch, exploring the uncharted territory of intimacy and the shared pleasure it held.
He bent on one arm and used the other hand to point his dick to my pussy and said, "Baby, it's my first time," he murmured, his voice tinged with both excitement and nervousness. "If you feel any pain at all, just tell me, and I'll stop."
I smiled softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
"Stop talking," I whispered with a playful glint in my eyes, "and get to work."
He pushed his long, thick dick inside my soaked, wet pussy. When his mashroum opened the way to his dick through my pussy lips, my body shivered and quivered.
When he pushed his dick inside me, my moans turned into soft screams.
"Baby, are you ok?" his voice full of concern.
I bit my lower lip and said between my high breaths,
"Ouuuuf, yeaaah, keep going please."
It was a feeling that I never felt before. When he pushed more of his dick inside me, my screams turned louder.
"Baby, I'm going to push harder, ok," he whispered, his heartbeats were louder than his voice.
I kept biting my lip and nodded.
Then suddenly he pushed inside me. A wave of pain hit me in each part of my body.
My screams were loud enough to wake the dead, and when he kept pushing inside me, I was about to pass out from pain, but luckily he stopped then pulled out of me.
I inhaled deeply when I felt empty; my pussy felt like an empty room with opened door and windows, and that increased the pain.
I rolled onto my side, squeezing my legs tightly as the sharp pain coursed through me. My breaths came in shallow gasps, and Mike's worried voice broke the silence.
"Baby, are you okay?" he asked, panic evident in his tone.
I managed to shake my head and murmured between labored breaths,
"No, I'm not--it hurts, baby."
My teeth sank into my lower lip as I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain.
I heard the quick shuffle of his footsteps as he darted across the room.
When he returned, his voice was soft but urgent.
"I'm so sorry, Jessie," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, try drinking some wine. They say it helps your body relax."
I felt his arm slide gently under my neck, lifting my head with care.
"Open your mouth, baby," he coaxed.
I struggled to part my lips, my teeth clenched from the pain, but eventually managed to obey.
He poured a small sip of wine into my mouth, then carefully laid me back down.
His arms wrapped around me as he nestled beside me, his hand stroking the soft skin of my back in soothing circles.
Gradually, the pain began to subside. My breaths evened out, and I finally opened my eyes, looking up at him.
"Hey, baby," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Did I scare you?"
His grip tightened as he pulled my naked, sweaty body closer.
"Scared?" he said with a nervous chuckle. "Oh hell, Jessie, I was terrified. I still am--you're so sensitive to pain."
I let out a small giggle, teasing,
"So, you think I'm just a spoiled, pampered rich girl?"
His voice cracked slightly as he replied,
"No, baby. I think you're an angel--a delicate, beautiful angel who somehow ended up on earth and miraculously in my arms."
I inhaled deeply, my body melting at his sweet words, warmth flooding my chest.
"Aww, Mike," I said softly. "You're so sweet."
He wrapped his strong arms around me, holding me as if he'd never let go.
"I love you, Jessie," he murmured.
His words sent a rush of adrenaline through me, and with newfound strength, I sat up in bed.
"Are we just going to lie here all day?" I teased, flashing a playful smile. "We already got through the tough part--now, let's finish what we started."
He propped himself up on one elbow, searching my face for certainty.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice cautious.
I smiled, leaning closer, and whispered, "I've waited for so long, baby. I want to feel you inside me again."
He stood on his feet then said,
"Ok, but let's clean that mess first."
For the first time, I glanced down and saw the evidence of our intimacy--drops of blood on my thighs and the sheets beneath me.
Mike returned with a towel, his expression soft yet focused, as he gently cleaned me.
His touch was tender, as if he were caring for something fragile. I couldn't help but feel small in that moment, like a child being comforted by a parent. I should have felt embarrassed, but how could I, when I was in the presence of someone I trusted so completely? He was my god.
