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But Contessa is patient, lets me take charge of her, take care of her.
And I get to feel it all, right there between her legs, as she gives herself over to me one little bit at a time, until she falls deep into the fantasy of her own instincts. I bury myself deep inside her, watching the way her eyes lock onto me as I twist up our pleasures together, the snap of our hips loud and desperate.
Finally, Contessa’s desperate shout fills the room, but I feel her finish more than I hear it.
The spastic grip of her walls seizing up, trying to tighten around a girth that won’t give as she cries out for me. I bury myself deep, losing myself in the feeling of her pleasure, the sound of her scream as I drive her over the edge.
My hips snap roughly in those last moments. Orgasm softens her up even more, and I bury myself deeper between those open legs, chasing her pleasure with my own. With more fierce thrusts, I pin her legs back and push deep, giving her exactly what she begged me for as I come hard inside her.
For a tense moment, we stay locked like that, pouring my pleasure straight into her cunt.
Our eyes meet, expressions raw and savage. I swear that pussy tries to milk me dry, like she wants every drop I give her.
When I pull out, Contessa groans, as if I’m dragging part of her out with me. I roll off her, onto the other side of the bed.
I can drink in cold clarity for the first time in what feels like days, weeks, months. As if I had been waiting for this moment since the beginning of time.
No pussy should be able to do that, no matter how good.
Icy satisfaction runs up against the heat she puts in me.
I ignore my bullshit and refocus on the girl gaining back her breath beside me.
She hasn’t even had the sense of mind to close her legs yet.
I scrub my fingers through her wild hair, pushing it away from her face so I can see her. I am braced for the storm, for whatever flood of emotions might come pouring out of the girl in the aftermath now that there’s no going back.
“You okay?” I ask once she finally looks my way. She nods, but I don’t fully trust her judgment. “Come here, princess. Let me feel.” I run my hand between her legs. She twitches, over-sensitive still. My fingers come away wet but not bloody.
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s not too bad.”
In my language, that still means yes.
I move to get her something to take the edge off.
“Wait,” she says, as the mattress shifts, her hand curled on my arm. “Will you stay with me? Just for a little while.”
In the aftermath of her first time, Contessa gets what she wants. Whatever she wants. I don’t typically work in terms of fairness, but if she gives herself over to me, I have to reward that. Reinforce it. Make it the lucrative, easy option that it is.
Contessa curls up against my side, resting her head on my chest as I lean back into the pillows. She drifts in the aftermath for a few minutes, both of us taking in the silence, going through the comedown. I expect the waterworks to start any minute.
“I can still feel it,” she whispers instead, sliding her hand down her belly. My ego revs like a V12 engine.
“Jesus Christ, girl,” I breathe. “We just finished. If you say shit like that, we’re going to be having a round two that your sore little cunt might object to.”
She glances up at me, and for a split-second, I swear she’s actually considering it. Maybe I shouldn’t have spoken that into existence. Before I have to convince her it’s not a good idea, she buries her smile against my skin and mumbles,
“You wouldn’t, anyway.”
“Says who?”
“You.” She eases herself over me, propping herself across my chest. The girl’s clingy in the aftermath but stable. Maybe her father’s purity culture bullshit didn’t seep in deep enough to do that much damage, or maybe she was already so riddled with it, purging it was like getting rid of a toxin. That gorgeous face is flushed pink with exertion, eyes glittering darkly as we end up face to face.
“I thought it would hurt. I thought I wanted you to hurt me, until I really felt it. You even warned me that you would. But you didn’t.”
“I couldn’t be sure it wouldn’t hurt. But I try not to repeat mistakes.”
