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“You haven’t,” I assure him, catching my breath. “I just…you’re not going to fit.”
“Do want me to stop?”
“No.” My fears have stopped me from experiencing something I want. And I am done living in fear.
“You control how deep I go,” he says softly. “I won’t move.”
He reaches around me and begins flicking my nipple with his thumb, then cupping my breast. He adds his lips to the mix, kissing along my neck and biting over my pulse, helping me to forget about my reservations and just let go.
He’s still rooted inside me, so when I arch back slowly, he inches in farther. I gasp, surprised that he slips in with ease. The pain soon lessens and is replaced with pleasure as I move my hips, taking his cock into me.
When he’s a quarter of the way in, he buries his face in my neck, shuddering. “Can I move?” He’s barely holding on. And it turns me on to know I am eliciting this desire from him.
“Yes,” I whisper, inhaling because I feel so full.
But that is nothing compared to what comes next because when he shifts my leg to deepen the angle, I’m convinced I will come apart in his arms. He pushes into me gradually, groaning as he sinks into me deeper and deeper.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks again.
“No,” I whimper, leaving my body and dancing with this depraved bliss.
“Does it feel good? The pain?” he adds, reading my wickedness loudly.
My cheeks blister because God strike me down, it does.
“Yes,” I reply in a small voice.
Saint hums hoarsely, his approval sending goose bumps all the way down my spine. “We’re one and the same. The pain is our heroin, reminding us that we’re human.”
And he’s right. I never knew I toed the fine line between pleasure and pain until I met him.
“Move with me,” he commands, wrapping his large body around mine. And I do.
I arch backward, crying out when he’s fully embedded. He pauses, breathing harshly as he allows my muscles to adjust to his size. My channel grips him, milking him because I suddenly want so much more.
I don’t know what I expected it to feel like, but this is indescribable. We are joined as one. Two hearts. One body. And I want to stay this way forevermore.
We begin to dance in unison, Saint moving inside my body as the pain disappears and all that remains is this unadulterated desire. His moans crash into me, blanketing us in a world meant for only him and me. He reaches around and begins to stimulate my ripe sex. He is everywhere, all over me, in me, and it’s everything I want.
A string of Russian leaves him as he begins to move faster, stretching me wide. He pulls all the way out before gliding back in. His movements are lithe, making this feel so fucking good. Covered in perspiration, we are slippery and wet, helping him slide in easier.
He pulses inside me, and each thrust is my undoing. “Harder,” I whimper, rocking my hips.
“Lift your leg toward your chest,” he breathlessly instructs.
The moment I do, I whimper because the penetration is so deep, I can feel him all through my body. “Oh, my god. Saint.” I don’t even know what I want to say. I am lost to this feeling. I am lost to him.
I arch my back as he continues sinking his cock into me, all the while playing with my clit. It’s sensory overload, and before long, I’m shamefully riding him hard. “You are…everything to me,a????.”
I don’t know if those words are said in the heat of the moment, but I’ll treasure them either way. Saint doesn’t express his feelings openly, so to hear him say this has me chasing my orgasm quickly. He continues to rub my clit, all the while taking my ass and making it his.
He slams into me, splitting me into two as he wraps his arm around me. I let go and surrender, gasping for breath as Saint claims me as his evermore.
“I-I…” I want to tell him how I feel, but no words are needed.
He grips my chin and arches my head back so he can kiss the ever-living fuck out of me. His tongue moves in sync with his cock and fingers, and I am helpless to the pleasure of being owned by this man. My screams are muted by his lips as I come hard.
He moans into my mouth and pumps his hips fiercely before following me in a wild, sticky mess. His cries are hoarse and hot, and knowing he has come inside me has me whimpering, my body shuddering in debauchery.
