“I don’t care,” I gasp, fingers tightening in his hair. “I need you inside me. Right now.”
He stands, lifting me off the counter, bringing me closer to its edge. His eyes never leave mine as he frees himself from his trousers. The thick, hard length of his cock presses against my entrance.
He's really huge. And veiny.
“Breathe for me,” he murmurs, voice rough as he slowly pushes in.
The stretch is intense. A sting makes me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. He pauses halfway, forehead pressed to mine.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, kissing me softly. “So fucking tight for me. Relax, baby. Let me in.”
I breathe through it, focusing on his voice, on the way he’s looking at me. Inch by inch, he sinks deeper until he’s fully seated inside me, buried to the hilt. The fullness is overwhelming. I feel himeverywhere.
“Fuck,” he groans, voice strained. “You feel so good. So perfect around my cock.”
He starts moving, slow, careful thrusts at first, letting me adjust. The pain fades quickly, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that builds with every stroke. I moan, pulling his hair, legs tightening around him as he fucks me against the mirror.
“That’s it,” he growls, voice filthy against my ear. “Take my cock like a good girl. You’re so wet for me, dripping down my balls. This tight little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes…” I cry out, nodding frantically, lost in the sensation.
He lifts me off the counter, my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me to the wall, pressing my back against the cool surface.
He picks up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. His hand slips between us, rubbing tight circles on my clit.
“You look so fucking pretty when I fuck you. Tell me.”
“I'm…pretty…” I whimper.
“Say it again,” he growls.
“I'm pretty.” I feel so empowered saying these words and hearing him say them.
“I'm so fucking proud of you. Come for me again,” he demands. “I need you to come again, baby.”
I shatter with a broken cry, my orgasm crashing over me so hard my vision whites out. He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it.
“That was so good baby. One more,” he growls, voice strained. “Give me one more, baby.”
I shake my head, legs trembling, body oversensitive. “I can’t?—”
“Yes you can. Come on my cock like the good little wife you’re going to be.”
He resumes teasing my clit and soon I'm pushed over the edge again. I come with a sob, clenching around him so tightly it drags him over with me.
“Fuck— Calina—” He buries his face in my neck, biting down as he thrusts deep one last time and comes hard, filling me with hot pulses of his release.
The sound he makes, a raw, possessive groan of my name, sends another shiver through me.
We stay like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies locked together. His forehead rests against mine, as he kisses me languidly now, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second.
His lips tug gently at my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. I melt against him, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under my palms.
We kiss for what feels like forever, slow, wet, breathless kisses that make my head spin.
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine, searching my eyes. His voice is rough, almost reverent. “How are you feeling?”
I nod, a small, dazed smile tugging at my lips. “Great.”
