“Are you on the pill?” he asked, crawling onto the bed.
I nodded, my throat dry.
“Good,” he growled. “Because I’m not going to fuck my wife with a condom.”
He shoved my thighs open until my muscles burned with the stretch, settling himself in between them. I could feel his cock nudging against my sensitive labia, and I swallowed hard. This was it. This was the moment I would lose my virginity.
“Is your sweet little pussy ready for me?” he asked.
I managed a nod, even though I wasn’t sure. He had fucked me with his fingers, but his cock was bigger—so much bigger. Was I ready? My heart was pounding so hard I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, my breaths rapid and shallow.
Clutching the bedsheets, I tried to prepare myself as he rubbed his cock against my wet opening. He was so hard and so big. I waited for him to shove straight into me, but he didn’t. Instead, with a surprisingly soft touch, he dragged a finger down my seam. Then another one. He slipped his fingers inside—two again—but he moved them slowly, savoring my soft moans.
I could feel hot tension building in my core as he fingered me. My back arched as my walls start to relax, and I moved along with the motions of his hand, thrusting in time to his strokes. Then, before I knew what was happening, Stefan withdrew and replaced his hand with the head of his cock.
He slid in slowly, slowly, so slow that I could only squeeze my eyes shut and surrender to the sensation of being filled. I could feel it when he reached maximum penetration, shoving himself all the way in, so thick and hard, stretching me to fit him.
I gasped and opened my eyes, looking down at him, buried deep inside me.
He was big. So big. And it hurt. But it didn’t just hurt. It felt hot and wet and good.
It felt really good.
“Your pussy was made for me,” he murmured against my throat. “Only me.”
“Yes,” I gasped because I couldn’t say anything else. “Yes.”
“You’re mine,” he said, and he began to move, pumping slowly, back and forth. “Your body is mine. Your tight little pussy is mine.”
“Yes,” I groaned, clasping my hands at the back of his neck as he thrust even deeper inside me.
“You’re going to come for me,” he ordered, quickening his pace. “You’re going to come on my cock. Your tight little pussy is going to come for my cock and my cock only.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my hips undulating to meet his every thrust.
Pleasure built inside of me, coiling like a spring. I was close. I was so fucking close.
“No one else will ever touch you like this,” Stefan said, spearing into me, faster now. “No one else will ever make you come the way I will. Come for me, my little kitty cat. Come on my cock.”
“I want to come,” I panted, moaning jaggedly as pleasure spiraled even tighter and hotter at my center. He pumped faster, his tight abs flexing with the effort. “Make me come.”
He was fucking me now, full stop, every stroke hard and deep, no longer going easy on me. As he found his rhythm his eyes went dark with raw, animal lust. I couldn’t keep up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock deeper inside me than ever before.
This was everything I’d been waiting for, everything I’d wanted. I could feel myself cresting the wave.
“Make me come, Stefan,” I said. He was looking into my eyes as he fucked me, and I slid a hand down over his heart. “Please. Make me—”
I gasped as the orgasm hit in a sudden torrent, the shockwave surging from my head to my curling toes. My entire body trembled, the deep contractions pulsing at my core. I threw my head back, whimpering, tears pricking at my eyes. I had never felt anything so intense before.
“That pussy is mine,” Stefan asserted, still pounding into my clenching pussy, chasing his own release. “Your pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours,” I moaned, savoring the lingering pulse of my orgasm. “I’m yours.”
His thrusts became sharper, more erratic, his short breaths coming faster. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, hungrily kissing my taut throat, my collarbone, my shoulder. I could feel him losing control. It was exactly what I wanted.
“I own you,” he growled.
“Every inch of me,” I panted. “You own me.”
As he shuddered his final thrust into me, I came again with him.
