#48
“Will… I need… more.”
Zabini’s voice, a ragged gasp now, had shed all traces of annoyance, replaced by a raw, ravenous hunger that clawed at him.
William broke contact with her nipple, the wet suction popping as he pulled away, his gaze locking onto her fever-flushed face.
“Tell me everything you want, Zab. No games. No secrets.”
His fingers, deft and demanding, wasted no time unbuttoning the taut fabric of her waistband.
The hesitation was palpable, a fragile shield of virgin shyness warring fiercely with the surging tide of her own ‘pervy’ urges. Her voice dropped to a whisper, a thrilling admission.
“I… I want to feel you… deep inside. But I’ve never… and it might… hurt.”
A blush, hot and undeniable, scorched her cheeks, yet she nodded, a silent, daring invitation. Her hips lifted instinctively, an unconscious plea for him to divest her of her last layers.
William’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, easing her pants down, then her plain cotton panties, already clinging damply to her. And then it was all revealed: her pussy, still a little self-consciously shaved, but now gloriously full, lips swollen and glistening with nascent desire.
He drank in the sight, a deep, appreciative hum rumbling in his chest, his own cock springing to life with an almost painful urgency.
“You’re utterly perfect,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, “and so wonderfully wet already.”
“We can explore all your desires later. Every single one. For now, just melt into this. Trust me.” A low, husky chuckle vibrated in William’s chest as he reached down, stripping his shorts.
“N, no! Let me!” Zabini, seeing him pull his shorts down, immediately stopped him. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of desperate self-consciousness and a sudden, fierce urge to prove something, met his.
“I… I can do it,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, as if pulling them off herself would somehow make her feel less exposed, less overwhelmed, less like a deer in headlights.
It was a clumsy, almost pathetic attempt at regaining a semblance of control and agency in a situation where her body was screaming pure, instinctual surrender.
William paused, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face as he watched her fumbling, trembling fingers take hold of the waistband. Her touch, light and hesitant, was enough for him. He leaned back slightly, letting her work, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
It sprang free, a potent, throbbing column of flesh, thick and engorged, its head already glistening with a bead of slick pre-cum.
Zabini’s eyes widened to saucers, her gaze riveted, before her hand, almost hypnotized, reached out, tentatively wrapping around its heat.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, her voice a reedy gasp. “It’s so… hot and hard. And… it’s all… leaky.”
“Do you like what you see, Zab?” he prompted, his voice laced with sultry amusement.
“…Y-yes, God, yes… but why is it so big? The ones in porn… they’re not like this. Will… will it even fit?” Her hands, no longer tentative, began to explore, sliding over every prominent vein, every rigid curve, as she marveled openly at the sheer, overwhelming size and unyielding hardness of him.
“I honestly don’t know,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble. “Never really measured up against other guys. But whether it ‘fits’ or not, I have a feeling you won’t have a problem with it. And I’ve certainly never had a problem with it… until now, maybe.”
Zabini fixed him with a look that was part shock, part intrigued awe.
“You’re… you’re really a slut, aren’t you? I thought it was the case when you just let Eli pull you onto her lap, when you didn’t flinch when she touched you. I’ve never met a man so openly… perverted.” Her tone, though, held no judgment, only a fascinated wonder.
William allowed a slow, knowing smile to spread across his lips, his gaze dropping from Zabini’s flushed face to the eager tremor in her hands.
“I guess you could say I just have a very… healthy appreciation for sex. Does that… repel you?”
“No,” Zabini shot back, the word quick and breathless, devoid of any hesitation. Her typical cool demeanor had evaporated like mist in a sudden sunbeam, replaced by a raw, unvarnished yearning.
“I mean… I actually find it incredibly… hot.”
William’s breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping him as her own panting, hot breaths ghosted tantalizingly over the sensitive flesh of his cock.
He could feel the heat radiating from her, a palpable energy that mirrored his own rapidly escalating desire.
Her palms and fingers, emboldened by his confession, were already working a delicious friction along his length, tentatively at first, then with a sudden surge of conviction.
“Really?” he rasped, his eyes riveted to her hands as she stroked him.
Her movements were clumsy with inexperience at first, a nervous flutter, but quickly grew bolder, firmer, her thumb smearing the glistening pre-cum over the swollen tip.
A low hiss escaped William’s throat, his hips instinctively bucking, thrusting deeper into her tentative grip, seeking more.
“I am a pervert, Zab,” he confessed, pushing the boundaries, needing her to understand the full scope of his appetites.
“I crave sex. And I’ve had a lot of… experiences. With a lot of women. Does that still… excite you?”
Zabini’s smile widened, a slow, predatory curve transforming her face, though the wide-eyed innocence still flickered beneath the bravado.
“God, yes, that’s beyond hot. Then you… You really… don’t mind doing it… with me?”
“Isn’t that precisely what we’re about to do?”
William countered, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, his voice a low, suggestive rumble that promised depths of pleasure yet unexplored. His eyes devoured her, her excitement an aphrodisiac more potent than any concoction.
Zabini’s face positively beamed with a raw, unbridled excitement, her eyes alight with a newfound daring.
She looked like a man who’d just been told he’d won the lottery, the grand prize being permission to indulge his deepest, most primal urges. Her hands faltered for a moment, then, with a burst of courage, she grabbed her own breasts.
Her chest was full, generous, the plump, soft flesh, straining under the sudden, possessive grip of her hands. She pushed them forward, a gesture of offering mingled with a deep-seated insecurity that truly tugged at William’s heart.
“E, even with this?” she asked, her voice dropping, thick with a vulnerability that momentarily overshadowed her lust. Her eyes searched his, a flicker of apprehension dimming their shine. “T, they are fat, and ugly, right?”
William stared at her, a profound sadness momentarily coloring his smile as he understood the depth of the conditioning she’d endured.
Ugly? In his world, Zabini would be considered a goddess.
He reached out, his hands covering hers on her breasts, then gently replaced them. His touch was firm, possessive, yet exquisitely tender.
He squeezed them, feeling the soft weight, the perfect curve, the subtle give of flesh that was anything but ‘fat’ or ‘ugly’.
A soft gasp escaped Zabini’s lips, a moan building in her throat as his touch sent shivers through her.
He leaned over, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, intimate rumble that bypassed her intellect and went straight for her raw desires.
“Want to know a secret, Zab?” he said, his grin returning, a genuine, delighted spread that promised secrets.
He pulled back just enough so she could see his eyes, blazing with an admiration so intense it stole her breath.
“I love them big. I adore them. They are perfect, Zab. Utterly, absolutely perfect in my eyes,” he whispered, his thumbs now caressing the sensitive mounds, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Zabini’s breath hitched, her dark eyes widening as William’s words wrapped around her like a spell.
For a moment, she couldn’t comprehend them.
Perfect?
The very idea was foreign, laughable even—yet the way he looked at her, the reverence in his touch, left no room for doubt. His thumbs traced slow, maddening circles over her nipples, igniting a fire that made her hips jerk involuntarily.
She had spent her entire life being told she was too much—too broad, too soft, too heavy—and she had believed it.
All her life, she lived watching men recoil from her curves as if they were an affront, as if her body was something to be ashamed of. But now, with William’s hands worshiping her, his voice dripping with raw, unashamed desire, something inside her cracked open.
A whimper escaped her throat, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
His grin was wicked, delighted, as if he could see straight into the part of her that had been starved for this—for praise, for lust, for someone to want her exactly as she was.
“You—you don’t mean that,” she choked out, even as her body arched into his touch.
His chuckle was dark, possessive. “Every word.”
Then his hands slid down, gripping her hips, and she felt his hardness beneath her—hot, insistent. A shudder wracked her body. This was what real desire felt like. Not pity, not reluctant consummation, but hunger. And God, she wanted to drown in it.
Her composure shattered.
Without a flicker of hesitation, driven by an urgent, primal impulse, she shifted her weight, positioning herself directly over his pulsating length.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her thighs trembling with need. She had never done this before, never been allowed to want like this—but now, with William beneath her, his gaze molten, she couldn’t hold back.
“Now! Fuck me. If, if you really mean what you said!”
The words tore from her, bold, unvarnished, straight from the deepest, most ‘perverted’ corners of her fantasies.
William’s grip on her tightened, his eyes blazing with approval. She expected hesitation, condescension, the way men always treated her—but he only laughed, low and thrilled.
“With absolute pleasure,” he murmured, his hands rising to cup her eager hips, guiding her with an almost agonizing slowness above him.
And when she finally sank, Zabini’s head tipped back in ecstasy, her entire body singing with the rightness of it.
This was what she had been missing.
For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel ugly.
She felt worshiped.
…
The dim interior of the van was thick with the scent of sweat and anticipation.
Zabini trembled atop William, her thighs clenched tight around his hips as she hovered just above him, her body strung taut with nerves. His cock—Gods, it was massive—pressed insistently against her slick entrance, the heat between them unbearable in the cramped space.
Her heart hammered against her ribs as she looked into his eyes, his dark eyes burning with a hunger none of the men in this world had ever shown her.
The feel of her body pressed against his- his body heat seeping into her skin, foreign and intoxicating. Her fingers trembled against his shoulders—broad, firm, nothing like the slender, willowy frames men were supposed to admire.
She was wrong in every way.
Her breasts, full and heavy, were a disgrace. Her hips, curved and inviting, were an abomination. The men here averted their eyes, whispered insults behind their hands. Only William looked at her like she was something to be devoured.
And now, the thick, aching length of him pressed against her entrance, slick with her own arousal.
The first push stole the breath from her lungs.
A ragged gasp tore from her lips as he nudged forward, the thick head of him parting her folds with deliberate, torturous slowness.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, and she nearly sobbed at the stretch—a sharp, burning ache that radiated deep inside her. It hurt more than she had expected, but there was something else, too.
A dizzying, forbidden thrill that sent her pulse thundering in her ears.
“Oh—slow!” she choked, nails biting into his skin.
A white-hot sting, an unfamiliar stretch, her body protesting even as something deeper craved it. Tears burned in her eyes, but she rocked her hips down, chasing the impossible fullness, the unbearable rightness of him splitting her open.
Biting her lip, she rocked forward, desperate to take more of him.
William exhaled shakily, his hand sliding from her hip to the small of her back, steadying her.
“Breathe, Zab,” he murmured, his voice rough but impossibly gentle. “Take it easy.”
His other hand drifted lower, fingertips tracing circles over her clit, coaxing pleasure from the pain. Zabini shuddered, her breath hitching as the sharp sting dulled beneath the rush of sensation.
“I—I’m fine,” she lied stubbornly, rolling her hips down. “I can take it—ahh!”
A strangled cry escaped her as she forced herself the rest of the way, his cock stretching her impossibly wide, filling her to the hilt. Her inner walls clenched instinctively around him, adjusting to the overwhelming intrusion.
“Fuck,” she panted, dizzy. “So full…”
So full.
William cupped her face, his thumb brushing away an escaped tear. “You okay?”
Zabini panted heavily, her face a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure as she sank onto William’s thick cock.
“I’m fine,” she lied through gritted teeth, trying to focus on the sensation of being so filled for the first time.
But as she started to move, her hips rolling in a desperate attempt to adjust to the intense stretch, a shockwave of pleasure tore through her.
“Ah! Ahh, fuck!” She cried out, her voice high and breathless as her climax hit her hard and fast.
Her walls clenched around him, pulsing as she rode out the intensity of her orgasm. It was over almost as soon as it began, leaving her feeling spent and satisfied. But as the afterglow started to fade, a sense of shame began to creep in.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she buried her face in the crook of William’s neck, her body shaking with quiet sobs.
“I’m sorry,” she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible over her ragged breathing. “I didn’t mean to… I just can’t control it.”
William’s arms tightened around her, holding her close as he stroked her hair soothingly.
“You don’t need to apologize, Zab,” he murmured, his voice low and gentle. “It’s fine. It’s okay, it just means you felt incredibly good. And I made you feel good… I’m happy.”
Zabini pulled back, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand.
“N, no. It’s not supposed to happen like that,” she said, her voice trembling. “Women aren’t supposed to… to finish so quickly. It’s shameful.”
William cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“I said it’s fine,” he said firmly. “Don’t think about what other women would, or do. I don’t care about them, nor would you. And we’re the only ones here. As long as you feel good. I feel good, who cares if you cum immediately or not?”
“… …”
“Besides, I’m planning to make you cum over and over again… cumming once is not a problem, you know.”
Zabini felt a warmth spreading through her chest at his words, despite the lingering embarrassment. She leaned into his touch, pressing a kiss to his palm.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For understanding. For being kind.”
William smiled, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Don’t worry about it. Now, do you want to try again? I promise it’ll be just as incredible the second time around.”
Zabini’s cheeks flushed at the prospect, but a spark of excitement kindled in her belly.
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Okay,” she said, her voice growing steadier. “Let’s do it.”
With a swell of courage, she rocked her hips forward, starting to move in a slow, sensual rhythm. This time, she vowed to savor every moment, to let go of her inhibitions and lose herself in the pleasure.
Zabini’s hips rolled experimentally, finding a rhythm that made her gasp. The heat of William’s body seeped into her, soothing the lingering shivers of her climax. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she started to move in earnest.
It was different this time, with a growing anticipation instead of desperation. Her breath caught as she sank onto him, the stretch delicious and profound. She savored the sensation, her inner walls fluttering around him as she lifted and sank again.
William’s thumbs pressed into the sensitive flesh of her hips, urging her on.
“Yeah, just like that,” he breathed, his voice low and husky with desire. “You’re so beautiful, Zab. I love watching you move.”
The praise sent a flush creeping up her neck, warming her skin. She never thought anyone would appreciate her curves, let alone admire them like this. It was intoxicating, fueling her desire to please him.
Lost in the pleasure, Zabini’s movements grew more confident, more sensual. She swiveled her hips, grinding against him as she rose and fell. The Van’s interior was warm and sticky with sweat, the air thick with their mingled arousal.
“Fuck, Zab,” William groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. “You feel amazing.”
A thrill ran through her at his words, spurring her on. She placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palms. Her nails dug in slightly as she picked up the pace, letting out a low moan of pleasure.
The van’s windows steamed up, obscuring the outside world as they lost themselves in the heated moment. Zabini’s mind clouded with lust, her focus narrowing to the man beneath her, the way he filled her, the sounds of his pleasure.
“Harder, Zab,” William urged, his voice strained. “Ride me like you mean it.”
With a wanton cry, she obeyed, slamming her hips down in a frenzied rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with their harsh breathing, creating a primal symphony. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, the hard peaks aching for attention.
William’s hands left her hips to cup her breasts, kneading the firm flesh. “So perfect,” he swore, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. “I could look at you all day.”
The endorsement sent Zabini over the edge. Her climax hit her like a freight train, a devastating wave of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, her voice echoing off the van’s metal walls as she ground against him, chasing the high.
Her inner walls spasmed around him, clenching in rhythmic pulses as she rode out the aftershocks. William’s fingers dug into her hips, his own release imminent as he thrust up into her, meeting her climax with a powerful surge of his own.
With a hoarse groan, he spilled inside her, his hot seed coating her walls as they both trembled on the brink of oblivion. The sensation of him filling her, marking her, was intense, making her shiver with delight.
As the pleasure finally began to ebb, Zabini slumped forward, her forehead resting on William’s chest. They panted together, their hearts racing in tandem. Sweat trickled down her back, sticky and warm, mingling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
After a long moment, she lifted her head, meeting his gaze with a soft, sated smile. “That was… incredible,” she breathed, her voice husky with satisfaction. “Thank you, Will. For making me feel so good.”
He smiled back, his eyes warm with affection.
“Anytime, Zab. But did you think we’re already done?” his smile turned into an evil, naughty smirk.
…
