I try to nod, but my body feels so floaty that I’m not sure if my head obeys.
“It’s time to take one of my firsts,” he says, his fingers still moving inside of me as he sits up and fists his cock.
I whimper when he pulls his fingers from my body, but before I have a chance to beg him to push them into me again, he wipes the wetness dripping from his hand around his dick. My mouth goes dry as he guides his cock to my entrance and pushes the head into my body.
“Easy, amore mio,” he purrs, when I instinctively tense against the painful intrusion.
“Hurts,” I gasp.
“It’ll feel better once I’m all the way inside of you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to be inside of you, Verity. You’ll take me, won’t you? You need to take me. Tell me you need it,” he growls, low and gravelly and desperate.
“I need it,” I say, barely finishing the word before he slams forward, sinking his thick, hard cock into me and splitting me in two.
Burning, awful pain blisters to life, and I clench my eyes shut, hiding from my own stupidity at letting him do this to me.
“Shh, shh,” he coos, with his massive dick still impaled inside of me. “It’s over, amore mio. Just breathe, and the pain will fade,” he promises.
“No, it won’t. Oh god, this is awful. Why do women like this?” I gasp, tears prickling at the backs of my eyes.
“Only the first time hurts, but I’ll make it better. I’ll make you feel so fucking good that you’ll want to be full of my cock all the time,” he promises.
“No,” I hiss. “I never want to do this again.”
His soft chuckle has me snapping my eyes open. “I’ll remind you that you said that when you’re begging me to fill you because you’re so empty and needy.”
I open my mouth to renounce his mocking words, but his thumb finds my clit, and everything fades to a conflicting sensation of pain and unexpected pleasure. With his cock still stretching me so wide I swear my sex might actually be ripping apart, he rubs and taps and does things to my clit that make my eyesight go dark, and my body become both rigid and boneless all at the same time.
When I orgasm, a gush of heat leaks from my burning sex, and even though being impaled by his cock still hurts, my body is begging for something. I need more.
“Fuck, there it is. Relax, amore mio. Jesus,” Warrick purrs, slowly and carefully inching out, then pushing back in again.
The burn is bright but nagging, and even though it hurts, I want him to do it again.
Rolling his hips, he retreats, then surges forward, rocking into my body until my muscles relax and more liquid heat drips from my core.
“Yes, fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, his rocking increasing in speed and force as he fucks me in steady thrusts, the sounds of our bodies coming together, wet and oddly erotic.
I’m not sure when the pain fades and is replaced by something that could almost be pleasure, but when he finds my clit with his thumb again, my winces become moans. Matching the rhythm of his fingers on my clit, with the thrusts of his dick into my body, I cling to his shoulders as he fucks me, pushing me into my third orgasm of the morning.
“Oh god,” I whine, my back arching off the mattress again, as his hips stutter, then rock fast and deep before his jaw tenses, and he snarls a low, rough sound that makes my toes curl and my entire body clench and tighten in response.
“You’re mine now, amore mio. All mine.” His lips spread into a wide smile, and I smile back.
Instead of pulling his dick out of me, he rolls us so his back is against the mattress and I’m sprawled on top of him.
“Warrick,” I gasp, when he palms my ass with one of his huge hands.
“Fuck, I missed you so much. This is how I want to spend the next four days.”
“In bed?”
“I don’t give a fuck where we are as long as my dick is inside of you.” He laughs. “Are you on any birth control?”
“No,” I admit.
“Then we should go see a doctor, unless you’re ready to start having babies. I’d like to keep you to myself for a while first, but I don’t mind if you’re ready to jump on the baby train.”
“Baby train,” I repeat, horrified. “No, definitely not.”
