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“You’re not going to hurt me unless you leave. I need you so bad. I feel so empty.” I writhe in his arms and he turns me like I weigh nothing until my legs are wrapped around his waist. I tighten around his waist, needing the pressure. Needing something to fill the aching void that needs him. All of him.
“Please make me yours,” I whimper, grinding restlessly against the hard ridge in his jeans. His big fingers dig into the extra flesh on my ass painfully.
“I don’t know how long I can last, baby girl. I need you so fucking bad. I’ve dreamt about you every day this week. It’s been torture. And now you’re here in my arms. Like a fucking fantasy come to life. I’m just not sure I can go as slow as you need it. This is your first time.”
He’s punctuating the little speech with kisses and moans while he stumbles up the stairs, carrying me. Falling into the wall halfway up, he plants his body slap-bang against mine, so close that you couldn’t wedge a piece of paper between our grinding bodies.
I throw my head back into the wall, my weeping pussy lined up right with the ridge along his zipper. The friction of the metal makes me moan and sigh, grinding harder.
“Oh hell no,” he growls. “You’re not getting off on my zipper, sweetheart. The next time you come will be with my dick buried in that wet pussy of yours.”
Holding me so I can’t get closer, he runs up the stairs , throwing the door to his bedroom open. I don’t even get a chance to look at it. My eyes close as I find myself tossed on the bed, bouncing lightly.
“Get it off. Get it all off.” His voice is rough, husky, almost angry.
I do what he says and pull the chemise off, watching as he strips quickly. My breath catches when he stands over me, his cock standing out proud and long.
“Damn, you’re big,” I sigh, my belly fluttering.
He climbs over me, so sleek and tanned. Like a damned panther slinking over my body. He settles his dick over my aching tunnel. Then he rolls us over, his arms wrapped around me.
I gasp and look down at him.
A smile dances on his lips. “You’re in control this one time, princess. I can’t guarantee that will ever happen again. But this one time I want you to take control. I want you to ride me. That way you can go as fast or slow as you need.”
I nod my head and my teeth nibble on my lip. I sit up and he helps me line up with his erection. My hand closes around him and he grunts, hissing.
“Damn, don’t hold on to me too long. I might come just from your hand. That feels so damn good.”
I slide down his thick pole and groan when I feel the head of his cock slip inside my puffy lips.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, feeling his body teasing and tormenting me. Sliding inside me so slowly. The ache, the burn is so painful that I want to cry out.
But not with him. This is right.
This man, my husband, owns me. And I want more than anything to give myself over to him. I want him to claim me.
The rush of feeling overwhelms me. Love. I love him. Surprise makes me falter and then I drop down over his dick, feeling its thick girth spear me, burn me.
For all time, I’ll remember this moment. The first time I made love. Hopefully, not the last. Clenching around him, my head thrown back, gasping for breath, I lose myself in this moment.
