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A tear slips as I whisper, “Dash.”
He pushes inside and immediately, my body resists but he’s patient and plays with my clit until I relax. Slowly, he enters me and the feeling is strange and exhilarating at once. The slight burn only intensifying the feel of having him inside.
When he hits against the barrier, I murmur, “Dash.”
“You feel so good, kitten.” His voice strained.
His cock throbbing inside my walls and I can’t help but clench.
Pulling out until only the tip is inside, he thrusts inside but doesn’t stop until he pierces through my virginity in one deep thrust. I scream, feeling like I’m being ripped apart. It hurts so much. Soft kisses over my face pull me out of the haze of pain and I realize Dash has stilled inside, letting me adjust to his size.
“Breathe for me, kitten.”
“Dash.”
“Good girl,” he rasps. “The worst is over. Tell me when to move.”
His head dips as he tastes and peppers kisses over my skin that’s raised with goosebumps. His mouth, such a contrast to the slowly ebbing pain. I arch my back when his tongue flicks my nipple and I grab his hair, pressing his lips harder against me.
But he’s having none of it.
He sucks and pulls on my nub with his lips softly and teasingly. Tingles spread all over my body when his greedy fingers explore my curves possessively.
“Please move, Dash. I need… more.”
Wild eyes clash with mine and I feel his dick lengthen even more. I clench and he groans and rolls his hips so his groin leaves a delicious friction against my clit. He pulls out gently while watching my every reaction on my face. If I wince, he pauses and kisses my neck, the tops of my breasts until I sigh in pleasure. Then he enters me slowly.
“Ahh… yes.”
“So goddam tight.” He punctuates his words with another deep and slow thrust.
Love. He’s making love to me, claiming and erasing the bad memories until his name is all I can think of. Just like he promised.
“Let me kiss you, kitten,” he begs, his eyes latching on to my lips.
“No.”
His arm reaches above my head to grab the headboard and he gives another tortuously slow plunge. The corded muscles of his arm tightening like he’s fighting for control. I moan in pleasure, an ache rising in my belly and he does it again. My toes curl as I raise my hips to meet his with every downward thrust.
“Scream my name, Bianca.”
“Dash!”
“Who’s inside your wet cunt?”
“Dash.”
Letting go of the headboard, his weight presses against mine and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. His thrusts become gentle and circling my neck, he demands, “Who’s making love to you?”
“You.”
Our breathing turns harsher and when he thumbs my clit without mercy, I shatter around him and he follows shortly after with a loud groan. His muscles flex when I try to push him off and his head rises from the crook of my neck.
“What are you doing, kitten?”
“Leaving.”
“It’s raining heavily.”
