Just going to pick straight up:
If your looking for part one it’s [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wpv4l3/when_being_a_knight_in_shining_armour_got_me_a/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) because I’m nice like that.
As great as this was there were two problems however, firstly, the pace wasn’t enough to make me cum, and b) I’d had a few beers, and generally that means I need to be a little bit more forceful, more in control. And I wasn’t going to face fuck a girl I’d met two hours previously. But I needed to cum.
I grabbed her by the hair, and made her look up at me. I told her if she really wanted to thank me, then she should let me fuck her.
She nodded in agreement and I pulled her to her feet. I unbuttoned her dress from the back, while I kissed her again. The dress dropped to the floor and I unhooked her bra with one hand, (like a pro), to unveil the two most perfect petite little tits, and to my surprise one of them was pierced with a small bar. Now this may be normal nowadays but it wasn’t so common then. Although I did fuck another girl a few months later who had one too.
We continued the foreplay as I took off the rest of my clothes, towering over her skinny pale body, my hands exploring where she liked to be touched and licked.
Before eventually reaching for my wallet and strapping up. I pinned her to the bed as I stood and started to build up my rhythm. Strong, firm, steady. I remember how wet she was, and how it only took a few thrusts for me to get deep inside her. I started to pick up the pace and it was obvious she liked what I was doing. She panted and moaned. The more I got into it the more aggressive my pace got, and it seems to be doing the trick. Rebecca was giving me all the signs that she was really enjoying this, as I moved my weight down on her, I could feel her nails digging into my back, I pulled her legs up so her knees were practically at her ears, and her hands returned on my back. I could feel them scratching hard, almost digging into my skin.
I could feel myself getting closer, as I continued to slam into her. She wasn’t very vocal at this point apart for the odd yes, and fuck. I could tell by her face that this was something she was enjoying, and when she said don’t stop I increased my pace even more.
I don’t think I’d made a girl cum when I’ve fucked her for the first time before. But I knew when those nails started digging into my back, and the way her breathing changed, and the way her hips contracted around my cock that that would no longer be the case. I was certain when she said “I’m gonna cum.”
I slowed down for a few seconds and I let the orgasm do the work. Then I slowly started to build up speed again. I could feel how wet she was now, as I started to slam in much more easily. It didn’t take long for her to cum again, once again she said “I’m gonna cum” between her breathing, and she did, harder than the first she told me later.
Then it was my turn. I stood up and told her to lie on her stomach, but as she got up to move, I pushed her down on the bed head first as she adjusted and scooped my hands around her hips, pulling her closer to me.
Then I slid my cock deep into her. As deep as I could, I remember her back arch, and shine of the sweat on her back as I started to fuck.
I fucked her as hard as I could, I knew at this point she could take it, both my size, and the force I was now slamming into her.
I’d been horny since she sat opposite me at that table, her leg dangling over her knee as she laughed at my shite jokes. I lasted a little bit longer than I expected, all things considered, but after Rebecca’s orgasms I wasn’t waiting around for her to cum again.
I pulled cock out just before I was about to cum, and pressed it against her ass as I started to fill the condom.
I groaned as I shot my load, stroking the base of my cock before falling forward on the bed to catch my breath.
Afterwards she told me she would have liked it if I had come on her back, but considering exactly where we were that wasn’t a good idea.
We chatted for a few minutes about how good the session was, and then we got cleaned up, making sure to leave no evidence behind.
I made sure the back door was locked, as we waited for a taxi. We chatted and swapped numbers, and I kissed her goodbye as she got out. I never saw her again, but I did see that mutual friend a few weeks later. She told me she was a bit annoyed that I never messaged her the next day. I was off back to University a few weeks later, so I didn’t see the point. I’m not sure I regret not messaging her, but maybe , just maybe, I’d have loved to have fucked her one more time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wqkkia/part_2_when_being_a_knight_in_shining_armour_got