AN : Give me your power stones
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"What do you mean you don't want us to just be friends?" Allen asked, his tone slightly confused by her words.
"I just… don't want us to be only friends," Laura replied, her voice soft, almost like a quiet murmur as she held onto him.
"Well, if you don't want us to just be friends, I could be your dad too, you know," he added playfully, clearly teasing her.
"No… I don't want you to be my dad either," Laura protested immediately, tightening her arms around him.
"What, do you want me to leave your mother then? Sorry, Laura, but I can't do that—I love your mom," Allen said gently, running his hand through her hair.
"No, don't leave my mom," Laura replied quickly. "I don't want that either. My mom deserves her happiness too."
She slowly lifted her gaze, her face now just inches away from his.
"It's just that… Allen, I—I like you too," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "And I won't ask for more, but… could I at least have a little bit of your love too? I know it's wrong, but I can't hold back how I feel."
Her eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at him, waiting for an answer. She knew this would complicate everything, but with the alcohol clouding her mind, her emotions had completely taken over.
Hearing her confession, Allen fell silent for a moment.
He looked at Laura, who was staring right back at him, clearly waiting for his response.
Slowly, Allen leaned closer.
Without saying a word, he gave her the answer she had been hoping for—pressing his lips softly against hers.
"Mmm…"
The soft sound of their lips meeting echoed faintly in the quiet room. They kissed with raw, unrestrained emotion, and in the next moment, Allen parted his lips, deepening the kiss as their breaths mingled.
Time seemed to blur as they stayed like that, completely lost in each other.
After a long moment, their lips finally parted, both of them gasping softly for air. A thin strand of saliva still stretched between them, glistening faintly In the light of the room.
However, not long after, they found themselves kissing again—this time deeper, more intimate, filled with growing passion.
"Allen… take me," Laura whispered, her cheeks burning red. At that moment, she couldn't hold herself back anymore—she wanted him, completely.
"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his eyes locked onto hers.
Laura nodded, her breathing uneven and shaky. "I'm sure," she murmured, her voice low and filled with emotion.
Her hand slowly rose, fingers trembling slightly as they traced along his jaw, gently pulling him closer before capturing his lips once more.
The heat between them intensified, the tension building like a storm on the verge of breaking.
Allen didn't need more encouragement. His hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips firmly as he pressed his body against hers. He could feel the rapid thump of her heart matching his own.
Leaning in, he captured her lips again, but this time the kiss was hungrier, more demanding. His tongue explored her mouth with deliberate strokes, tasting her sweetness while his fingers worked at the hem of her shirt, inching it upward to expose the soft skin of her stomach.
She arched into him, a soft moan escaping as his palms glided over her bare midriff.
Laura's hands weren't idle; they roamed his back, her nails digging in just enough to send shivers down his spine. She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him.
Allen broke the kiss long enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His chest heaved, muscles taut under her gaze.
"God, you're beautiful," Laura breathed, her eyes devouring the sight of him—especially when she saw Allen's masculine body, like that of a Greek god. It made her feel even more heated, a strong urge rising within her to reach out, to touch those sculpted muscles… even to taste them.
"Well… thanks. You're really beautiful too," Allen said softly, his gaze lingering as he admired Laura's graceful form.
Slowly, his hands moved to the small bra she was wearing, slipping it off and tossing it onto the floor.
With nothing left to cover her, Allen could now clearly see Laura's B-cup breasts, along with her small, cherry-like nipples, already hardened under his gaze.
He then pulled her down, their bare skin meeting for the first time—warm, electric contact that made her gasp. Allen's mouth trailed from her lips to her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive spot just below her ear. She tilted her head back, giving him full access, her body writhing beneath him.
His hands moved to her chest, squeezing her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples before lowering his head to kiss them. He licked, nipped, and sucked at them in turns, drawing soft reactions from her with every touch.
Even though her size wasn't as full as her mother's, Allen still felt the urge to indulge in her soft chest without restraint.
"Ahh…" Laura moaned softly when he played with her sensitive nipple, licking and sucking it gently. "Y-yes… there…" she whispered.
Her body trembled slightly, her hips shifting instinctively as she pressed closer against him.
"Will you… lick me here?" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she pointed between her thighs.
Allen naturally followed where Laura was pointing. "Hmm… sure."
His free hand slowly slid down, slipping between her legs as he began to rub her through her jeans, feeling the warmth and dampness building beneath the fabric. She was already soaked, and the realization made him tense slightly, a sharp pulse of heat running through him.
Not long after, he moved to unbutton her pants, pulling them down along with her panties. Laura quickly kicked them off, then spread her legs in a silent, inviting gesture.
At the same time, Allen shed his own jeans in record time, his thick cock springing free, hard and leaking pre-cum at the tip. Laura was a bit shocked when she saw the size of him, which looked enormous—the length even bigger than her arm.
Then Allen moved closer again to Laura, guiding himself toward her face. She parted her lips wider, her tongue darting out to lap at the tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive slit where precum beaded up.
All the while, Allen's mouth was buried between her thighs in their 69 position, his tongue flicking over her slick folds, savoring the sweetness of her arousal as he gently focused on her most sensitive spot.
Although this was her very first time, it showed in how she still fumbled to take him in fully, but she persisted, striving to give her all by inching down slowly, her mouth enveloping him with tentative movements. This allowed Allen to bask in the warm, tight sensation from Laura's mouth, sending shivers racing up his spine even as he continued pleasuring her.
"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"
Laura was clearly starting to get used to the act, slowly finding a strange kind of enjoyment in it—the unfamiliar taste and warmth becoming something she could no longer ignore, even if his size still made things difficult for her.
"Allen, I want to change positions—I want to be on top," she said, wanting more freedom to move.
Allen simply nodded, allowing Laura to shift above him.
Without hesitation, Laura quickly moved, settling into a squatting position as she aligned her pussy over his face, then leaned forward again, bringing her mouth back toward his cock.
Her body trembled above him, hips moving on instinct against his face as Allen continued to pleasure her, his movements steady and deliberate, drawing soft, breathless sounds from her lips.
The sensations quickly became overwhelming—the contrast between what she felt above and below making her mind blur, her thoughts scattering as she tried to focus on both at once.
Even so, she kept going, determined, her movements still a bit clumsy but growing more confident with each passing second. A soft sound escaped her when she went a little too far, but she didn't pull away—choosing instead to push through it, driven by the strange, addictive feeling building inside her.
Allen's hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider to expose her fully to his eager mouth. He alternated between broad licks along her slit and sharp flicks against her swollen clit, feeling her thighs quiver around his head. Her juices flowed freely now, dripping onto his chin as he thrust his tongue inside her, matching the rhythm she tried to set on his cock.
"Mmm, you taste so fucking good," he growled against her pussy, the vibrations making her clench and moan around his shaft.
Emboldened by the growing pleasure, Laura bobbed her head with more confidence, saliva mixing with his leaking fluids to create a slick glide. She savored every swallow, the velvety texture and faintly sweet undertone pushing her on, even as her jaw ached from the effort. Her free hand reached down to stroke the base of his cock, pumping in time with her sucks, while the other braced against his hip.
The position heightened everything—their breaths mingling hot and heavy, bodies locked in mutual hunger. He responded by sucking harder on her clit, his teeth grazing it lightly, drawing a muffled cry from her that vibrated straight through his length. Precum flowed steadily now, and she lapped it up greedily, the sweetness making her pussy throb with need.
Allen's balls drew up tight as her throat constricted around him in eager gulps, the warmth of her mouth a perfect contrast to the cool air brushing his skin.
"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"
She pulled back for a breath, strings of spit connecting her lips to his glistening tip, then dove down again, taking him deeper than before. The taste lingered on her tongue, addictive and intoxicating, pushing her to experiment—hollowing her cheeks for tighter suction, her tongue pressing flat along the vein pulsing beneath him.
Allen bucked his hips upward slightly, feeding more of himself into her willing mouth while his tongue drove into her pussy with wet, insistent strokes. Laura's arousal built rapidly, her clit pulsing under his relentless attention. She ground down harder, smothering him in her heat as waves of pleasure spread from her core.
The difficulty of taking him deep faded into the background, replaced by the thrill of his taste and the way his body reacted—twitching, groaning, leaking more for her to take. Her own climax hovered close, driven by the intensity of their shared rhythm.
Allen's fingers dug into her flesh, one slipping back to tease her tight rear, adding another layer of sensation that made her gasp around his cock. He lapped at her folds hungrily, drinking her in as she did him, their bodies slick with sweat and need.
"Keep going… just like that," he urged, his voice muffled but thick with desire.
Laura obeyed, her movements growing more rhythmic now, embracing both the challenge and the strange, addictive pleasure that had replaced her hesitation. The room filled with the sounds of them—wet, messy, desperate.
Her throat relaxed further with each motion, allowing her to take him deeper, her nose brushing lightly against his skin. The sweetness lingered in her mind, turning the act into something she wanted more of, not less.
Allen's hips began to move more erratically, his tongue flicking faster over her clit as his own peak drew near. He felt her walls tighten around his tongue, signaling her approaching climax.
They balanced on the edge together, locked in that tangled position—her mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, his face buried in her dripping pussy.
"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"
And then she broke first.
Laura's body convulsed as pleasure tore through her, her release spilling into his mouth as he took everything she gave. The intensity made her throat tighten around him, squeezing as she rode out the waves.
That was enough to push him over as well.
He followed with a sharp groan, his body tensing as he reached his peak, the sensations crashing through him all at once. She didn't stop, continuing until the moment fully passed, drawing everything out as her own body trembled above him.
Slowly, the intensity faded.
They rode out the last aftershocks together, breaths uneven, bodies still reacting to the lingering pleasure.
Laura finally lifted her head slightly, licking her lips with a dazed, satisfied expression.
Allen pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss against the inside of her thigh before gently shifting their position, clearly not done yet.
"Hah… hah… hah…"
Laura's breath came in ragged gasps, her body still trembling faintly from the overwhelming climax.
Allen was now standing, shifting to switch positions as he guided his throbbing cock toward Laura's slick pussy.
"We can stop now, you know," Allen said, giving her one last chance as he looked at her.
But Laura, unable to hold herself back any longer, only looked up at him with a flushed face filled with raw desire. "Take me… make me yours," she whispered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Hearing that, Allen pushed his hips forward, slowly pressing into her tight pussy. He felt the initial resistance, but he didn't rush—moving carefully, steadily, as he pushed through with determination, tearing it apart.
"Ahhh...!" Laura cried out as she felt her hymen break, a sharp pain snapping her briefly out of her drunken haze. 'Oh god, what have I done?' she thought, but it was too late now—and deep down, she didn't regret it much.
Allen paused when he heard her cry of pain, leaning in to kiss her lips tenderly, then trailing his mouth over her neck, shoulders, and down to her breasts, kneading and teasing her nipples to distract her.
"Y-You can move now, A-Allen" Laura murmured once she'd adjusted to the invasion of Allen's thick cock buried deep inside her, stretching her walls to their limit. She could feel it so full in her belly, especially since it seemed to have pushed past her cervix and into her womb, filling her completely.
As Allen began to rock his hips, slow at first, she could only moan in pleasure.
"Ah... hmmm.... ahhh..."
Allen's cock slid in and out of her newly deflowered pussy with increasing rhythm, each thrust sending waves of mingled pain and ecstasy through Laura's body. The initial sting from her broken hymen faded into a deep, aching fullness that made her toes curl. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back as he drove deeper.
He groaned against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're so tight, Laura... fuck, you feel incredible wrapped around me." His hands gripped her hips, angling her just right so that the head of his cock nudged insistently against the entrance to her cervix with every plunge. The sensation was overwhelming for her— that barrier yielding slightly under the pressure, allowing the tip to breach into her uterus, making her feel utterly claimed and penetrated in the most intimate way.