He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in. I bite my lower lip, holding back a cry of pleasure mixed with pain.
“Just one more,” he mutters hoarsely, pulling out and slamming back in.
He groans, “Last one…” but it doesn’t end. He keeps pulling out and thrusting again and again. Every movement drives mehigher, wringing me out. My head presses into the mattress, my mind blank, every ounce of pain evaporated, leaving only scorching, consuming pleasure. My body shakes violently as my orgasm floods through me, consuming every fiber of me.
“Fuckkk!” he roars. I feel him fill me, as I come back to reality.
We collapse on the mattress, him on top of me, both of us breathless. For minutes, we stay like that.
“Matleon… do you want me dead?” I groan, suffocating under his weight.
He slides his dick out slowly, and I wince at the burning. He rolls onto his side. “I can’t let you die, Angel. Now that you’ve taken my treasured virginity, you have to live, to take responsibility.”
I turn and lie on my back. He sits up and grabs his phone. “I need to see the damage.” He turns on the low light.
I chuckle, lying there like a dead person.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Shit.”
I look down to see him searching the bed with a deep brown glare.
“What happened?” I ask in a low, tired voice.
“You’re covered in blood,” he growls, his expression dark with anger.
I chuckle. “It’s okay. It’s not like I’ll die from a little blood.”
He starts wiping me with my own panty, frowning the entire time, not releasing even a little. Then he bends lower to inspect. “It’s not bleeding anymore. Just my cum coming out of you.”
I close my legs, scolding him. “Matleon. Don’t look at me like that.”
He takes his handkerchief and presses it there, then helps me into my shorts before lying down beside me. I turn on my side to face him. In the dim glow of his phone, I can finally see his face properly.
He places his palm on my cheek, rubbing his thumb gently under my eye. “Are you in pain?”
“A little… but it’s increasing with time. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit for a few days.”
“You can stay in bed. I’ll provide everything you need right here,” he says.
I chuckle. “I don’t think it’ll be that bad.”
He watches my face, smiling. “You’re looking even more beautiful after getting fucked.”
I raise a brow. “Am I not looking like a human who survived death?”
He chuckles. “You’re saying having sex with me is like dying. Should I take that as a compliment or as feedback to improve? Please be kind, madam, since I’m an inexperienced virgin gentleman.”
“You’re too good for your virgin title. I highly doubt it,” I say, narrowing my eyes.
He laughs. “I’ll take this one as a compliment.”
“If someday I find out you lied to me about it, I’ll beat you very badly.”
He nods. “And I’ll take the beating without a single question.”
I grab his wrist over his bracelet, pull his hand down my cheek, and hold it between both of mine. “Matleon, I want you to never lie to me.”
He smiles. “I haven’t lied to you since our wedding, and I plan to keep it that way for the rest of our lives.”
