The Purge

Chapter 3

July POV

Leaving out the kitchen, Chris held my hand leading the way to the stairs. On our way there, we kept bumping into naked people dancing or either having sex.

Finally pushing through the sticky crowd, we made our way to the top of the stairs. Standing above everyone, we stared down at the horny chaos as "when we" by Tank played out loud. Never in a million years would I think I'd end up somewhere like this. I must've drifted away because didn't realize Chris had been saying something to me.

"Huh?" I yelled above Tank's voice flowed through the speakers.

"I said are you sure you wanna do this," he spoke into my ear.

————2:00 a.m.————

Sighing I took another look at the crowd below before smiling at Chris. Grabbing both sides of his face, I pulled him closer while standing on my toes and pecked his lips twice. Just as I was about to pull away, he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Feeling his tongue run against my mouth, I allowed him to stick it in as I stuck mine in he's. Our tongue was having a serious fight, I'm sure if we pulled away there'll be a knot holding them together.

Chris removed his arms from my waist and began rubbing my ass. Those soft rubs quickly turned into a hard smack, indicating that he wanted me around his waist. I hopped up, wrapping my legs around him and my arms around his neck. Pulling away from the kiss, I began placing soft wet kisses on his neck. Chris walked us into the first room he could reach.

Immediately when we entered, he tossed me on the bed and hovered over me with this smirk. His soft lips start attacking my neck as his right hand roamed up my shirt and to my breast.

Flooded with different emotions, I fought in my head on whether I will continue this sinful nonsense or stop.

"Sit up," Chris demanded as he removed his body from over me.

Sitting up, I just sat there like a dumb white blonde waiting to see what'll happen next. This is all new to me, I felt like a virgin; I was nervous. I've never had sex with anyone other than Derrick....on our wedding night. He was my first and only and now that's about to change.

"You nervous?" Chris frowned standing in front of me removing his shirt as my legs hung down the edge of the bed.

"I've never slept with anyone other than my husband," I stated looking everywhere but at him.

"Hey," he gently grabbed my chin making me look at him. "I won't pressure you to do anything you don't feel comfortable doing"

Looking into his eyes I could see he wanted in and deep down in my coochie I wanted it too.....fuck it!!

Pushing his hand from my chin, I reach up to his belt wrapped around his pants and began unbuckling it. His pants immediately fell, leaving me left with his boxers.  Just from the print of his dick, I knew he meant business.

I rubbed the hard print before softly tracing my finger at the rim of his boxers. Slowly pulling them down his dick bounced out like a jack in a box. God oh mighty, this guy was blessed.  Gathering up a nice amount of spit, I released it into my hand and rubbed it all over his member.

Leaning forward with his dick resting in my hand, I ran my tongue across the tip causing his breath to get caught in his throat. Looking up, our eyes met and I could see the lust filling he's. I opened my mouth wide, placed one hand on his hip and the other holding his dick. Pushing his hip towards me I allowed his dick to move in my mouth taking up all the space. I closed my mouth slowly pulling back as my spit covered his dick. As I did that, Chris groaned a little, running his fingers through my hair. It's about to be a long morning chile!!