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“You’re killing me here, Whit! It’s been two whole fucking days, and I’m literally dying. My balls are way too blue. I think it’s becoming a condition!”

I let out a loud laugh, my hands shaking slightly as I push more lube inside myself. I don’t want it to hurt.

How Caleb does this daily is wild to me.

He’s such a slut.My slut, I think as I stroke my cock slightly, working myself on both ends. Getting myself ready.

And when I finally stride from the bathroom, Caleb groans, his hand around his cock, his eyes hooded.

“God, finally,” he mutters.

He starts to pull his legs up, but I take them in my hands and straighten them.

“What’s your plan?” he moans. “You’re killing me!”

But I don’t answer, I just straddle him, Caleb’s eyes widening, his cock jerking as I walk my knees forward.

“Wh—?”

Then I position his cockhead at my hole and bear down.

“Whit,” he breathes. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you your wedding present,” I reply, as I take an inch of him. It stings, but the prep work I’ve been doing the past few days has helped. And to know that he’s my first…

It does things to me.

It turns me on.

“You don’t have to. I don’t need this…”

“Want to feel you inside me,” I hiss and sink a little lower.

Caleb moans, his fingers flexing against me, his entire body shaking along with mine.

“Shit,” he mutters, trying not to move as I lower myself even further onto him.

“I’ve been practicing, but you’re so big,” I say and bounce slightly, feeling the drag of his cock through my channel.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” he gasps, and then I hold my breath and take him all the way.

I’m impaled on him, his cock inside of me for the first time.

His hand reaches up, and it runs across my frantically beating heart.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks me, bringing me down for a kiss.

“I wanted you to be my first.”

His eyes soften, and his lips part.

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

And then I start to move, slowly at first. I know this will not last long. I can tell by the way Caleb is gasping, moaning, the way his hands scramble for purchase as I slam down onto him faster, taking as much as I can, and then some.

“Oh fuck!” he moans, his cum filling my ass. It’s only then that I reach between my legs and stroke my hard cock, the orgasm I’ve been saving for the last two days bursting from me. It sprays across his chest and hits his chin and mouth, his tongue peeking out and swiping some of it up.