I flex my hips, pushing just the tip inside.
“One,” she gasps, her voice high and shaky as she digs her nails into my shoulders.
I groan, fighting the urge to push all the way in. “Good girl. Feel that? That’s just the tip stretching you.”
I ease in another inch slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her mouth falls open, her eyes fluttering.
“Two,” she breathes.
“Fuck.” I rock gently, letting her adjust. “Look how pretty you open up for me, taking me so sweet already.”
Pushing another inch slowly, she whimpers as her walls flutter hard around me.
“Three,” she manages, her voice cracking, her hips canting forward, begging for another inch.
I lean down, kiss her slowly as my tongue slides against hers while I feed her another inch.
“Four,” she moans into my mouth. “Reed, fuck, you’re so?—”
“Shhh,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re doing so well, love.”
Pushing another inch, her pussy grips me tightly; she’s so wet I can hear it every time I move.
I pause, grinding in a slow circle, letting her feel me press against her sweet spot deep inside.
“Five,” she sobs softly. “Five, fuck, I can feel you everywhere?—”
I kiss her temple, her cheek, and the corner of her eye where a tear slipped free. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. Almost there, baby.”
With just a fraction of a pull back, I sink deeper inside her. Her back arches off the mattress, her thighs trembling against my hips.
“Six,” she chokes out. “Reed, please, I need?—”
“I know what you need, baby,” I murmur, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. “One more. Give me one more, and I’ll fuck you the way you’ve been begging for.”
I roll my hips slowly, feeding her the last inch until I’m buried deep, my balls pressed tight against her ass, every inch of me inside her.
“Seven,” she cries, voice breaking on the word. “Seven, oh my God?—”
I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard, shaking from how good she feels. “There’s my pretty girl,” I say, kissing the slope of her neck.
“You did so well, baby.” I continue, moving in slowstrokes. “That’s it. All of me. Every fucking inch stretching this perfect little pussy. Feel how full you are of me?”
She nods frantically, tears slipping down her temples. “So full. Ca-can’t think?—”
“You don’t have to think,” I whisper, pulling out, then back in, letting her feel every inch. “Just feel me, baby. My cock has been aching for you all night.”
She moans as her hips rock up to meet me on the next thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” I tell her, pressing my forehead against hers.
Her walls clamp down hard with my praise.
She sobs my name as her nails rake down my back. “Reed, please, harder?—”
I kiss her deeply, swallowing the sound she makes as I pick up the pace, just enough to make the headboard tap the wall, just enough to make her feel every thick inch claiming her.
“Let me hear you,” I growl against her mouth.
