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It won’t fit.
My face burns hotter than my aching pussy. I should have known better. I should have known this could never work. Not for me. That’s just how my luck is. Even when begging to get rid of my virginity, pinned under a man who wants to take it, my blood on fire for him—I can’t do it.
Salvatore has barely been able to get inside me at all, and I know he can’t enjoy this.
I want to disintegrate on the spot.
“Am I doing something wrong?” I ask, mortified.
“No,” he says. “Relax.” His hand slides up and down my body, soothing me and fondling at my breast. “Give me time to teach your little cunt how to take me, Contessa. It’s not a race.”
He opens my legs wider beneath him. I realize he’s sweating, though it can’t be from exertion. A subtle shudder runs through him, his breathing heavy. God, he’s holding himself back for me.
Salvatore takes his time persuading me and my pussy that his cock is going to fit inside it, whether the physics of it all agrees with him or not. Whenever I get too tense for his liking, he rubs his huge hand against my pussy, chasing off the pain until I’m soft and hungry for him.
Then, when I’m willing, he tries again.
The cycle repeats until I’m brought to tears with wanting, so desperate to have him in me.
The throbbing in my belly is like a drumbeat. Salvatore’s patience with me never wavers, though I know he’s holding on by a thread.
I run my hand along his cheek, down his chest, taking in the sight of him over me.
My first. My last.
My pussy nudges up against the thick girth of his cock again and again, stretching around that impossible bulk—but he won’t hurt me, won’t batter his way through that superficial tightness keeping us apart.
I can feel the subtle strength in his every motion. I know what he’s capable of, what he could do to me so effortlessly. Instead, he swallows my breaths in his kisses, distracting me from the ache between my legs until all I can feel is my craving for him. Whimpers fall from my lips as he teases himself deeper.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes, our foreheads pressed together as I whimper under him.
“You’re doing so well. Can you take a little more for me?”
I nod, eager to do something right in all this.
The stretch hurts, but flares with sensation. For the first time, I feel a distinct give as Salvatore sinks deeper. He inches his cock between my legs, brings my feet to twitching. My mouth opens around a silent sound. My body surrenders to him. The intensity eclipses every thought as Salvatore takes my innocence like a hard-won prize.
I come up off the mattress, my cry all sweet relief and vindication as I cling to him.
Salvatore takes me in his arms, holding me firmly as he keeps grinding up into my clenching pussy. He never loses the momentum, gentle but relentless as I’m fucked for the very first time.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” he says, his voice a growl.
“No, don’t—” I beg, shaking from head to toe.
We got this far, reached this point of almost pain, almost pleasure. I don’t want to lose it now. He gives me only a little of his full length, and I don’t know how even that fits inside me.
He puts me back down onto the bed, easing from shallow grinding into slow thrusting.
His most miniscule motions are tectonic inside me, drawing out ragged breaths and clenching muscles. My hips jerk at first. Slowly I drift into the sensation; pleasure corkscrews into my belly with every thrust, Salvatore’s hands like iron as he holds me under him. The momentum burns, the tempo slow and sizzling as it builds. I’m amazed at how a huge, angry cock like that can fill me so sweetly.
“I thought you said you didn’t know how to be gentle,” I whisper.
He answers me with sharp roll of his hips that shoots pleasure into my belly.
“I’m not too old for some first times,” he says.
His unexpected tenderness makes my belly flutter just as surely as his harshness usually does. I want him all over me, inside me. I want all of him. I want him to eclipse the rest of the world.
