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Nuni was breathing hard, his cock was stiff and hot and throbbing in my fist, but he pulled back and nibbled anxiously on his lower lip with his sharp teeth. “But what if the sleeve—”

“It won’t. It’ll be fine.” I gave him a firm kiss. “I’m not worried, Nuni. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” he asked again, gazing at me plaintively.

“Yes.” I squeezed his cock, trying to guide it closer between my legs, and kissed him again, softer this time. “I promise. I want it.”

He swallowed, giving me a slight nod as he rested his forehead against mine. “Okay.”

It took us some manoeuvring, seeing as he was so much bigger than me, but a minute later, he was carefully pushing the tapered head of his cock inside me. I moaned in pleasure, clutching his muscled sides. This was familiar—we’d done this several times—but this time, he kept going. His strong body was tight with tension as he fed more of his cock inside me, a helpless groan breaking from his chest as he shuddered.

“Jesus. Fuck, Anita.” He panted, biceps bulging as he held himself up above me. “Are you sure this isn’t hurting you?”

“I’m okay,” I said between slow, steady breaths. It was uncomfortable, sure, that initial stretch making me very aware that something large was tunnelling inside me, but he’d taken his time and prepared me well, making sure I was stretched and wet and ready.

“Oh my god.” Nuni exhaled shakily. “I’m not—I don’t—How much can you take?”

I felt his cock throb as he asked the question, and at the same moment a hot shard of arousal shot through my belly and made my clit pulse. I reached down and wrapped my fist around the base of his cock. “Keep going. I’ll tell you when.”

“Fuck,” Nuni croaked, pulling free an inch before sinking back inside. “God, I can still… fucking feel it through the sleeve.”

I managed a breathless smile as I felt the bottom of my fist bump against my cunt. “Okay, there. That’s it.”

Nuni released a slow breath as he looked down at me, his head closer to the headboard than mine on the pillow. “You okay?”

I tipped my chin to grin up at him. “I’m great. How’re you doing?”

“Trying not to come,” he answered in a tight voice. “Other than that, I’m awesome.”

I chuckled, gently squeezing the base of his cock in my fist. “It doesn’t matter if you come. I’m pretty sure I’m going to come soon too.”

While the fist around his dick ensured he didn’t have to worry about thrusting too far inside me and hitting my cervix—which would instantly make me howl in agony—it almost meant that the heel of my hand was brushing against my clit. When he started moving, I was pretty sure that was going to feel amazing.

“Fuck,” Nuni breathed, staring down at where our bodies were joined. “That looks so good.”

I wrapped my legs loosely around his waist and gave his backside a gentle kick with my heel. “It’ll probably look even better when you start moving.”

Nuni let out a weak snort, grinning down at me before his gaze dropped again as he pulled his hips away a few inches. He sank his cock back inside until I felt the bottom of my fist again. We both moaned, my cunt clenching around him as I felt his dick throb.

I could tell he was unsure at first, still worried about hurting me. Honestly, I probably should’ve been a little more worried. There were multiple ways he could accidentally hurt me. The sleeve could fail, slip, not be strong enough to keep his barbs retracted. His cock was far longer than my vaginal canal, so he could cause serious pain and damage if he accidentally thrust too deep.

But I trusted him. I wasn’t worried. And the fist around his dick was working excellently. I felt incredibly full, but he wasn’t hitting my cervix. There was no pain at all, just that wonderful sense of total fullness. Even the very faint bumps from the barbs trying to push their way out felt amazing, not something worrisome.

I just needed him to fuck me, and fuck me hard and fast.

I said as much to Nuni, which made him groan desperately as his hips sped up. Soon he was pounding inside me, both of us unable to speak, constant breathless moans escaping me and ragged groans tearing from his throat as his lean hips thrust between my legs.

The side of my palm slid over my clit with every thrust, and coupled with the thick, hot cock plunging inside me, it felt so good that my orgasm started tightening up my lower body, spreading tingles from my clit out into my belly and down my thighs. I parted my lips to tell him—to order him not to stop or change his pace or angle or do anything that would make the feeling fade—but before I could even get the words out, my limbs started to shake as the tension reached its peak.

I cried out, coming so hard that my upper body curled up off the bed and I pressed my forehead against Nuni’s chest. My free hand clung to a thick slab of muscle in his back, nails digging into sweat-slicked skin. He groaned and kept thrusting, prolonging the orgasm as the heel of my hand kept grinding against my pulsing clit. I shuddered with pleasure, feeling myself squeeze hard around his cock, moaning again when I felt it throb and start to flex.

“Oh fuck,” Nuni groaned, arms shaking as his hips jerked once, twice, before a full-body shudder wracked his frame and his head tipped back, a ragged moan leaving him.

I thought I might have felt a slight increase in the little bulges along his sleeve-covered cock as his barbs tried to emerge, but then Nuni was carefully sliding free after his orgasm ended.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, still out of breath. “Did the barbs—”

“I’m fine.” I smiled up at him, letting go of his cock and give his sides a reassuring squeeze. “I’m totally fine, Nuni.”