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“I need to be inside of you,” he snarls. “I wanted to take it slow. Be a gentleman. But I can’t.”
“Do it,” I gasp. “I want it, Kane. I want it just as badly as you do.”
“Impossible,” he growls, but already he’s grabbing my panties and pulling them down my thighs.
I wriggle as the fabric brushes against me, causing more tingling and dancing across my skin.
Forcing away my nerves, I reach down and grab onto the front of his pants, feeling his massive – massive – manhood trying to pump and escape from his underwear.
He groans as I fiddle with his belt, and then he yanks his pants down and his cock springs up, brushing against my pussy, kissing it with a lick of precome.
I grab onto it, the thick meatiness of his length, squeezing to feel how hard he is against my hand, how irrepressible, his veins pulsing against my palm and making patterns there.
“You’re so big,” I gasp, stroking him, and with each stroke awaking an answering tremble inside of me. “Jesus, Kane, you’re huge. Do you think I’ll be able to-”
“Yes,” he growls. “I can smell your fucking womb. I can scent it on the air like I’m a goddamn predator. Your body wants this.”
“Just as bad as yours,” I whisper.
His lips twitch, but the time for smirking has passed. “Impossible,” he growls.
I grasp his face in my hands, staring into his eyes and then lunging forward and kissing him, and at the same time twitching my hips so that his hot thick cock brushes against my hole, kissing it again so that my tense hole opens a little for him.
A taste.
And I want more.
“Do it, ” I moan, breaking off the kiss. “Do it, Kane. Take my virginity. I’m ready. Just you. Only you. Forever.”
“Your pussy belongs to me,” he rumbles, arching his back and pumping upwards, his cock pushing deep inside of me. “Every inch of it. Fuck, you’re tight. You’re so hot. I can feel it, baby, I can feel my seed tingling right at the end of my hard fucking dick.”
I let my head fall back and a scream escape my lips, straining at the surface of my throat, as his cock fills me more than I ever believed I could be filled.
All ten inches of his steel press at the edges of my walls, producing tingles that are buried, for moments, in brushes of something like pain.
Is it going to hurt too much?
Will I have to stop?
Anxious virginity thoughts plague me for what feels like an age, but then he pumps slower, deepen, and I feel a torrent of wetness explode and gush down the length of him.
My hymen.
I look down and see, dimly through the space of our pressed tight bodies, that I’m seeping my virginity onto his manhood.
He looks down and sees, too, and then brings his lips to mine and kisses me, kisses me hard as he fall deeper and harder into the rhythm of our coupling
All pain vanishes as the silk sheets rub against my ass cheeks, my hips twitching as though my body knows what to do even if my inexperienced mind is unsure.
The bed begins to creak and whine as Kane can’t hold back the beast inside of him anymore, and I tear at his shirt, buttons flying, one landing in my hair and tangling.
I run my hands over his bare, sweat soaked chest, his pectoral muscles bulging against me as I dig my fingernails in, gasping as he collapses forward and fucks me harder, harder, and harder.
And I’m screaming, I realize after a moment.
I’m screaming at him to take me harder, deeper, to treat me like his woman, his prize.
“I’m fucking a baby into your virgin womb,” he growls in my ear. “I can feel it in my seed. I can feel how fucking fertile you are, Kelly. You’re my fertile princess and your pussy is clutching me so damn hard. You’re so … fucking … tight …”
I scream again as he somehow goes deeper inside of me, the engorged helm of his cock seeming to flurry with his seed, fireworks exploding at his tip as we lock eyes, as we stare at – no, into – each other.
I bite down on his lip as another scream tries to escape me, my pussy tingling, flurrying, aching.
The bed is creaking like an army of trees in a hurricane now, but it’s nothing compared to the hurricane in my pussy, swirling and tingling and dancing.
I feel my hole getting tighter as more wetness floods out of me, Kane having to grunt and drive with even more pressure to grind up inside of me, the friction threatening to drive me completely wild as he pumps over and over.
“I’m going to—”
I gasp.
I can’t talk.
The ceiling comes crashing down and the floor comes crashing up, and my sex tightens and I’m trapped, and I want to be trapped beneath Kane, my man, the man who will always protect me.
