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Oh, fuck!The sensations grip me, my cock now in so much pain, black spots spark around my line of sight. But this is about her. Her pleasure. I want to make sure she orgasms before I take her. I want to make our first time together so unforgettable, everything and everyone coming after me will pale in comparison. My shoulder muscles bunch, my entire body seems to seize up. If she dares fuck another man, I’ll… I’ll…
Do nothing. She’s not yours. She can’t be.Not when the whipping today is barely the tip of what my tendencies lean toward. I’m not the right man for her, which is why I need to make this night one she’ll remember for a long, long time.
I increase the intensity of my movements, then slide my tongue in and out of her sopping wet pussy.
The vibrations grip her. Her panting is so loud, the sound echoes the beats of my heart. That’s when I straighten.
She stills and turns to glance at me over her shoulder. "What are you doin—"
I haul her hips up, then slap her pussy. "Come right now."
24
Solene
I instantly orgasm. The climax crashes over me. My eyes roll back in my head. As the aftershocks pulse through me, he pulls me up, so I’m balanced on my arms and knees. He reaches over to grab a condom from a drawer in the bedside table. I hear the clink of his buckle, then the r-r-rip sound of his zipper being lowered. Then something blunt teases my opening.
I flinch. I can’t help it; it’s an involuntary reaction. Despite the fact he’s made me come, and I’ve felt his fingers inside me, it’s clear the size of what he intends to breach me with is… Much bigger. Broader. A trembling ladders up my spine.
He must sense my apprehension because he wraps his fingers about the nape my neck. "Shh, I promise I’ll make this so good for you, baby."
He bends over me, the edges of his zipper abrading my skin and sending more sensations pouring through my veins. I grit my teeth against the pleasure that follows in its wake. The cells of my body seem to be awakening, my brain cells firing non-stop at the onslaught of feelings that percolate through me.
When he increases his grip on my neck, some of the apprehensiveness fades away. My body seems to recognize him, even as my mind and heart are trying to catch up. Moisture pools between my legs, my inner walls preparing for his intrusion. And when he skims his cock over my pussy-lips, the warmth in my lower-belly spills over. With the fingers of his free hand, he strokes my clit, and all my nerve-endings seem to flare at once. That’s when he breaches me. One minute I’m empty, the next, he’s there, pushing through the tightness.
I freeze; so does he. He stays there for a second, then another. Tension rolls off of him. I sense his muscles coil, and his thighs that hold mine apart seem to turn to stone. His fingers around my neck tighten around the front, constricting my breaths, until my lungs burn. Then he circles my clit once, twice and plays with my pussy lips.
"Let me in, Rabbit." His breath curls around my ears, the tone of his voice reassuringly an order. A command. A directive that brooks no resistance. One that demands I obey. One my body wants to obey. I widen the space between my thighs, there’s a pinch of pain, and he powers through the barrier. His thickness stretches me, fills me, throbs against my inner walls. I’m so full, so crammed with him. I throw my head back and gasp.
"Breathe, baby," he growls.
I shiver. Goosebumps pepper my skin. More moisture bathes my insides as he stays where he is. He stays. And stays. Some of the tension leaks out of my body.
He pinches my clit. I gasp. He rubs against it, and that now familiar liquid heat rushes up my legs, my hips. That’s when he slips in another inch, and another. A groan rumbles up his chest, vibrating up my back at the same time.
My nipples grow so hard my breasts hurt. "They hurt, they hurt," I whine.
He releases his hold on my clit, only to weigh my tit in his palm. He squeezes my breast and another moan spills from my lips.
"So gorgeous, so beautiful." He licks the shell of my ear. I’d collapse if not for his hold on my neck. Plus, his cock is holding me up.
"You’re nothing like I imagined you’d grow up to be, Rabbit. You’re so much more, in every way."
His praise destroys any last doubts I might have had. I curve my spine and thrust out my butt. He slips in further.
"That feels so good," I murmur.
"It’ll feel even better once I’m in."
I pause. "Umm… you are in," I point out.
He laughs. "Not completely, baby."
"What?" I try to look over my shoulder, only his hold on my neck prevents the movement. "Are you joking?" I demand.
In reply, he pulls out of me, and in the next breath, he pumps his hips and sinks into me. He repeats the movement again and again. Each time, he slides in deeper and deeper. Each time he enters me, sensations blaze up my spine, fill my blood, go straight to my head.
All my attention is focused on where we are joined. On how he holds me by my neck like I’m his. His. Oh, god. I’m falling for him. Correction. I’ve always been in love with him. I thought it was a childhood crush, that I didn’t know him well enough. I still don’t know him well enough. But it doesn’t matter. What the heart wants, and all that. Or as people in my country say, acolpo di fulmine. A strike of lightning. That’s what I felt that night when I saw him. I’ve been trying to deny it ever since, but given the emotions I’m experiencing, it’s clear I never got over him.
