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Reaching down, I grip the base of my cock and guide my head to her entrance. When my tip kisses her wetness, a thundering feeling moves through me, compelling me to rub against it again. My tip burns and electricity writhes up and down my shaft, making it impossible to think, to feel anything but the sensation of our sexes trying to fuse.
“You feel that?” I whisper. “Your pussy needs this. Your virgin hole is desperate for it. As desperate as my seed is. Take it, Rayla. Take. My. Cock.”
I can’t hold myself back anymore, as I arch my back and drive forward.
“Ahh,” she cries, as I push deeper and deeper.
I grind all the way inside of her, as her hole clings with heavenly tightness onto my shaft. She squeezes down around me as I push in more and more, stopping only when I’m buried completely inside of her.
“You’re… so… deep…”
Her voice shivers as I hold myself there, savoring the feel of her tightness. She clings onto me like a fist of fire, like her womb is sending signals to her hole, telling her to hold onto me, to never let go, not until my seed has exploded inside of her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl.
“Too tight?” she whimpers.
I shake my head, laying a soft kiss against her lips. “No, you’re perfect.”
I slide out slowly, giving her time to feel every inch of me, to get used to the feeling of my length pushing against the walls of her sex.
Rayla’s face warps, as though she’s going through a hundred emotions a second.
But when I’ve pulled all the way out, holding my tip against her, her expression solidifies into one of need. She pouts and stares at me, eyes narrowed, hungry, and fascinated.
“I want it back,” she moans. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t believe we’re doing this. But I want it back, Roman.”
I know what she means about saying and doing this she’s never done before.
Everything is coated in a layer of the surreal, a layer of this-can’t-be-happening. It stems from holding ourselves back for so long – or, at least, for what feels like a long-ass time.
“My pleasure.”
I growl as I push inside of her again, carving a fire-hot path of pleasure. She gasps, but this time her pussy gives a flutter, a tempting squeezing that tells me she’s ready to take me, all of me.
“Fuck, that’s it. Move your hips like that.”
“Like this?” she moans, pushing down at the same time as I drive up. “Am I doing it right?”
“Yes, yes.” I pant. “It’s perfect. Keep pushing down like that.”
I pick up speed, sliding into her slick channel, my swollen head smashing into a deep place inside of her. My body takes over and I start to buck, over and over again as she moans and her breasts bounce.
Staring down at her, I pump into her, watching as the reverberation shimmers through her breasts.
She reaches up as her moaning becomes louder, more frantic, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as we start to rock and pulse together.
Her eyes are brimming with fascination and pleasure, a smile making her lips twitch upward with each thrust.
“Rub your tits for me,” I growl, returning my gaze to those beautiful fleshy mounds.
“Like this?” she moans.
She buries her small hand in her breast, squeezing so her gorgeous nipples bulge around the edges of her fingers. She’s so goddamn curvy, so perfect for my each and every need.
I fight the urge to howl as I arch my back and pound her with even more force, causing the whole bed to squeak and moan, louder than the never-ending storm that drums against the window, the roof, everything.
Her pussy makes wet noises as I fuck her hard, fuck her like she deserves to be fucked. I can’t believe my precious woman ever thought her body wouldn’t be able to take this. She’s tight, clinging onto me, but she widens her legs just enough with each thrust, letting me push right up inside of her.
And her fucking moans… they’re like songs, tangled and jagged and vivacious as I pound her faster, more savagely, slamming into her tight needy hole.
“I can see how close you are,” I snarl, staring down at her face, shimmering in that way I’m starting to get familiar with.
Even if it’s only been a few short days with my woman, I find myself achingly alive to the way her features change, to the way her eyes widen in the moments before she comes. It’s in the subtlety of her moans too, the way they change, shift, and dance in the air.
And now I can feel it in her pussy, her hole becoming tighter, clinging with wet energy as though she’s getting ready for a release.
I snarl and pick up my pace, even more, trying to ignore the sizzling burning that goes up and down my shaft. My seed is trying to push up my length, bulging at the head, as though any second I could erupt.
