“You’ll get used to it.” I grab her left thigh, pushing it up, giving myself room. My hips move, burying me even deeper.
She shrieks and rakes her nails down my arms. I don’t care about the scratches. Let her mark me the way I’m marking her. I squirt lube onto my cock where the shaved petals of her sex are hugging me. I draw back and thrust forward.
“God,” she says in a tortured voice. “Please.”
It’s hard to catch my breath, but that word reaches me. I slow my rhythm, sliding my arm around her back, holding her in position, so I can take what I need while cradling her body.
I hit her womb over and over. Her groans shift, and her arms give up trying to push me away. She’s so tight and wet, so innocent and raw. I’ve forced her body to take mine, and she throbs around me.
She moves against me, her skin the softest I’ve ever felt. Her breasts and belly untouched by the sun, or human hands until now. I get closer, pressing us together. Her fingers grip my sides, half pushing me away, half pulling me closer.
I grind against her until her hips start to move and her thighs loosen.
My balls tighten, and I shoot my cum into her. It feels so fucking good.
I open my eyes and look down. Hers are closed in concentration, and she’s biting her lip. My collar’s locked around her neck, staking a claim on her tonight, holding her as my prisoner and slave. My hips jerk until I fill her with every drop.
When I pull out, my cock’s covered in creamy pink. I’ve taken her innocence. I’ve been her first. I’ll always be her first.
One of her hands reaches down to cover her pussy, the other comes to rest on her lower belly. How does it feel to her? Does she ache inside?
I stand and shove my jeans off before lying back down and pulling the blankets over us.
I drag her body against mine, her back to my chest. Now that it’s done I’ll let her soak in the tub or do whatever she wants, but first I want to enclose her body with mine. I want to see if she’ll resist that.
“You’re huge,” she accuses, not sounding broken or upset. She sounds the way she often did at Frank’s, calmly defiant.
I slide my hand between her legs, gripping the back of her hand where it’s cupping her sweet little tortured pussy.
She pulls her hand from between her legs and mine starts to come with it. I burrow my hand back down, curling my fingers over her. The warm fluid coats my palm and I press against her to keep any more of my seed from leaking out.
She hisses in pain and grabs my arm. “Sasha, I’m sore. Let go.”
My grip isn’t hurting her, so I ignore the command. Now that I’ve caged her, I’m not going to make it easy for her to push me away.
She kicks my shin with her heel.
I move and trap her legs between mine.
“Son of a bitch,” she whispers, her voice angry.
Yes, I think.I’m that and other things.I should spank her for using that tone, but I won’t. Having my cock inside her the first time was rough enough. Now’s the time to show her I’m not always rough with girls.
