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His commanding tone urges me on, and I open my eyes and gaze up at him as I suck him off. He groans and softly places his hand on the back of my head.
“Your little mouth feels so, so perfect. But I need that pussy. I need that hot young-as-fuck hole. Lie on your back and open those beautiful legs. Now.”
Something tries to rise up inside of me and tell me to stop, like residue of my old nervousness, but I ignore it as I do as my man commands.
Lying back, I spread my legs and stare up at his hulking form.
He climbs onto the bed, looming over me, planting his hands on either side of my head. I loop my hands around his neck and clasp onto him, probably digging my fingernails in too hard as I stare into his eyes.
Is he going to fit? Am I going to freak out?
He groans as he reaches down and grips his cock, guiding his bulging helm to my entrance.
I whimper as he slowly pushes inside of me. He’s even bigger than I thought, his head squeezing into my hole with no room to spare, my walls clinging onto him, pulsing and stinging, as he inches deeper and deeper.
“You’re… freaking… huge…”
“You can take it.” He grunts. “You can take every inch. I can feel how badly your body needs this.”
I nod, holding onto his words and the feeling inside of me, nestled within the stinging closeness… I grasp onto the urging of my womb, telling me I can do this, telling me it’s going to get sweet and hot so, so soon.
He slips into me inch by inch, my soaked pussy, and his precome and saliva-slick cock making the passage easier.
My insides tingle and a hint of pleasure teases me when he buries himself inside me to the hilt. I try to breathe slowly, to sink into the now, and stop overthinking this magical moment.
Leaning down, he softly brushes his lips against my cheek. “You’re so perfect. You’re so… fucking… mine.”
“I am, I am,” I whimper. “Only yours, always yours. Forever.”
“Your sweet pussy is so warm. You’re… oh, fuck, you’re seeping for me. I didn’t think you could get any wetter.”
I nod as the truth of his words crashes into me.
My body has relaxed a tiny bit, just enough to make me feel all the pleasure stowed up inside of me, to push away the stinging sensation.
I let out a gasp when I feel all the heat and wetness, turning his massive cock from a prickling length to something enchanted.
It’s like every inch of it is emitting euphoria, coursing through me, teasing every inch of my body.
He smirks as our eyes fuse. “You can feel it too.”
“Hmm-mm.”
It’s the most I can say as I nod.
“Fuck. Your pussy…”
He softly slides out of me, making me feel every tiny movement, my walls sparkling and sizzling. My core feels like a firework with the fuse lit, the hissing hotness spreading from my womb to my pussy all the way to my chest, to my heart, as he begins to slide in and out with more speed.
I run my fingernails down his back as he fucks me, as we fuck each other.
He arches his back and pounds into me, causing the bed to creak. He pauses, head tilted.
I read the question in his eyes. He’s silently asking me if he went too hard.
I shake my head firmly.
“It feels good, sooo freaking good,” I moan.
It’s the truth. The initial stinging has passed and now it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
The pleasure is entirely new, with my core throbbing around his dick. His helm pushing deep, hitting a pleasure button buried deep, a spot I didn’t even know existed until now.
“That’s it,” he growls, when my body takes over and I start to thrust my hips in time with him. “Fuck, yes. Oh, fuck. That feels so… keep moving like that…”
“Like this?” I almost scream, as a wave of ecstasy stampedes through me, and I move my body in a way that makes him groan deeply.
“Yes, yes,” he growls. “Play with those big tits. Wrap your small hands around those big juicy perfect tits for me. Fuck, perfect, perfect…”
He rears back and stares down at me, his eyes never looking more feral.
My hands glide across my breasts. I push them together and sink my fingers in, driven by the way his gaze holds me as if he’s unable to look away. As if there’s nothing in the world that could force him to stop staring at me.
Our bodies move as one, and then time shifts, warps, fails to mean anything at all. We’re moving together, pulsing like the need within him and the need within me have fused, and we’re just the hosts for our lust.
I scream when he hits that magical spot inside me hard, causing my walls to ripple in time with the jackhammering of my heart.
