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“You’re too perfect,” she says in an even lower voice and I want to scold her, because look who’s talking. Cupping her neck, I pull her forward and she almost stumbles, then looks at me in surprise.
“Lick me. Taste me. Know me,” I rasp. She needs to get familiar with my body, I can’t have her shying away or think that I in any way am off limits. I’ll never be off limits to her and vice versa.
“B...Bram?” She groans, her face falling against me and her eyes shudder when she starts lapping at my pecs, the tip of her tongue fondling me and I grip her hair, close to roaring when she goes lower. My abdomen heaves from her flicks and I use my hands to mold her breasts until they swell in my hands. They’re so warm and heavy that I want to spare several hours to only sucking on them.
Her fingers struggle with my zipper but she’s too nervous to make anything happen and I help her out, wanting her to see how hard I am for her. Wanting her to see what she does to me just by breathing, just by throwing me a glance or brushing her skin against mine.
The agony has been building up and she looks startled when my shaft juts forward. It bobs, craving her attention, her care and it’s aggressive in its pursuit, filling with blood until the pain becomes so great my eyes almost go teary.
“Fuck...” I hiss, between my teeth, “Dove...just...ah fuck, that’s my beautiful girl...”
She’s taken me in between her swollen lips, cushioning me and it feels divine. Her cheeks hollow and she starts pumping, making me let out a curse under my breath. Where the hell did she learn to do that? Did my innocent little one watch movies? Did it turn her little body on, did it cause her pussy to lament for a big, bad cock?
Bending back my neck, I feel my whole body strain. She has too much of an effect on me, renders me powerless and blood starts pumping in my temples. I know what I have to do but I don’t want to do it yet. She’s not ready and besides she’s keeping herself busy with pleasuring me and she seems to enjoy it, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks and there’s a flush on her chest that wasn’t there before.
Jutting into her mouth, I groan, “Touch yourself for me. I want to hear it.”
Whimpering, she sneaks her fingers down her panties and I watch them move underneath the thin fabric. Her eyes are filled with abandonment when she looks up at me and she lets out moans that make my shaft pulse until I swell in between her cheeks and her fingers whip until a sloppy sound hits my ears.
She’s ready. Ready to take what belongs to her and I bring her up to her feet, leaning her against the counter and she puts her thumb in her mouth, sucking on it like she has a newfound oral fixation. Bashfully looking at me, she rubs her slit against me wherever she can get at, my abdomen, my hip, my cock. Letting out little noises, she chases that friction not calming down until I enter her with the tip and then she stiffens.
“Oh Bram...” she whispers, half alarmed and half aroused, “you’re already stretching me so much.”
I know. And that’s all I’m doing. I’m barely even pushing but her whole body already looks restrained, her arms and legs unmoving, her face frozen in apprehension. The only thing moving is the pulses from her warm, soft hole. I could bury myself in her and die right here and I’d consider myself the luckiest man on earth. She doesn’t feel like paradise, she feels like paradise plural, a never ending bliss that toys with everything that I am.
When I move her leg, higher up on my hip she lets out a sound of discomfort and I lock eyes with her. She can take this. She has to because I have to claim her and judging by the look in her eyes, she knows it too.
There’s no escape from this. This is the one moment she can’t run away from.
Needing more, I press her down on me, wanting her to feel how good this can be but her head flops against my chest and I can feel that she’s gritting her teeth against my skin.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask with squeezed eyes because needing to hold back is taking a toll on me.
“A little.” Her voice is soft. “Are all men big and bulky like you?”
“Only me,” I grind possessively. “Give me your mouth.” She sweetly lends me her mouth, her plushy lips making my head feel like it’s on a rollercoaster and I knead her tongue, until we’re both up in knots. I distract her by using tricks on her mouth, rubbing her lower back, her ass until her core responds to my manipulation and she softens around me.
Sinking into her, I whisper my praises, my appreciation and I nuzzle the area between her ear and throat. She shivers, silently griping at the intrusion but she endures it like a little queen, ready to do anything for her king and I stir in her and she latches onto me with her whole body.
Her innocence does one last try to fight me, one last try to hang onto girlhood and throws a little tantrum by pushing me out but I stand firm, rasping in her ear. “Enough. You’re going to have to take me as I am.”
She shudders, nodding and her body softens and a second later she soaks me. Drenching me and I let out a guttural sound. This is what we’ve both needed all this time while tipping around each other in this house, me pretending on my part to be a mere stranger and she pretending on her part to be a cultured, prissy little princess.
But her heart is not only sweet, it’s hungry too. Hungry for my teeth, for my love and I can tell it by the way her eyes turn dreamy the more of me I inch into her. Looking down, I watch myself disappear into her, swallowed by her little body and it surprises me that she’s able to take me. How well we fit together.
We’re not two pieces in a puzzle. We’re one piece that can’t be torn.
Bucking, I fist my hand into her, arching her neck and I trail my tongue from the hollow and all the way up, giving a foretaste of what’s to come. In response she tightens around me, growing tighter and tighter until she’s squeezing me like a wicked, little witch.
I should forbid her. Forbid her to do that to me but I can’t form words, all that’s coming out of me are growls and snarls and gruff sounds. How the hell can she be so small? How the hell can she be so small and still so accommodating?
Yanking me deeper, I start fucking her fully. Fucking and kissing her simultaneously, our mouths slap against each other while our bodies do the same and I draw in and out, my lips curving when her head hangs back, an angry flush deepening the color of her skin.
I won’t be able to last much longer. I’m already pushing it, fearing I’ll erupt before I get a chance to mark her and my mouth starts to ache.
“Did I scare you?” I growl, clenching my jaw and every single muscle in my body strains, every part of me desperate to possess her. “Before?”
“Yes...,” she pants, looking like she’s intoxicated. Her eyes zone in and out. “You seemed so angry that you couldn’t have me. You hurt yourself, to get to m...me.”
