"And whose name did you call?" I leaned closer and allowed my finger to enter her tight little channel as she bucked underneath me. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, intoxicating and dangerous. She was so tight; I could feel her walls wrapping around me like a vice.
"I calledyourname, Lance." The confession hung between us like a prayer in a sacred space. "Such as I have every time I've pleasured myself."
That bit of information thrilled me, and I pushed my finger further inside her until it was up to the knuckle, and her tight, wet channel held me there, pulsing around the intrusion.
"You are so tight. So wet."
I worked my finger deeper inside her, marveling at how her body clenched around me, and all I could think about was burying my cock as far as it would go within her.
"Lance." She gasped, her hips rising to meet my hand, seeking more of what I offered. "Please."
That single word undid the last of my restraint. I withdrew my finger, the slick evidence of her desire coating my skin. My hands trembled with barely controlled need as I unfastened my braies with desperate haste, fumbling with the laces that suddenly seemed too complex for my battle-hardened fingers. When I finally freed my cock, it sprang forth painfully hard, throbbing with each rapid beat of my heart.
"Is this what you want?" I began stroking my head, rubbing the wetness from my fingers all over my tip.
"Yes." Her eyes widened at the sight of my size, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. A mixture of desire and apprehension crossed her features. Her lips parted slightly as she drew in a shaky breath, and her gaze traveled the length of me with such naked hunger that it nearly brought me to my knees.
"Gods, you are… enormous."
There was a flicker of uncertainty in her expression as she watched me stroke myself, her eyes tracking every motion of my hand along my length. The concern was evident in the slight furrow of her brow, the way her teeth worried at her lower lip as she took in my considerable size. But that apprehension was thoroughly entangled with something far more potent—a thick, viscous need that darkened her gaze and made her breathing shallow and uneven.
I could see the war playing out across her beautiful features: the innocent fear of what was to come battling against the rawhunger that had her hips shifting restlessly beneath me, seeking friction, seeking more.
The combination of her vulnerability mixed with her desire, the way she looked at me as if I were both salvation and destruction, was almost undoing me. It made my cock throb harder in my grip, made me want to both protect her from what I was about to do and claim her so thoroughly that she would never even think of another man.
"Do you want me inside you?"
"Yes," was all she could manage, the single word escaping her lips like a prayer as I gripped her slender legs and thrust them apart. My hands were large enough to span her thighs completely, and I held her open with a possessiveness that surprised me.
I glanced down between her legs, drinking in the sight of her. The intimate view sent another surge of heat through my already aching cock. With careful fingers, I reached down and gently pulled her delicate lips apart, exposing the glistening pink flesh within. She was already wet for me, her arousal evident in the way her entrance gleamed in the dim light, and the sight made my mouth go dry with want.
"So beautiful," I murmured, my voice rough with barely restrained desire as I positioned myself at her entrance. I pushed slightly, testing her readiness, but immediately encountered resistance that made me pause.
She was incredibly tight—tighter than I'd expected. The pressure was almost overwhelming, her body clearly struggling to accommodate even just the tip of my girth. I could feel her walls clenching around me instinctively, her muscles taut.
I pushed harder, every inch a monumental effort for us both. Her body was fighting to accommodate me, her inner walls stretching slowly as I pushed forward. The sensation was almost overwhelming—a mix of intense pleasure and frustratingresistance that had my jaw clenched with the effort of maintaining control.
I pushed harder, and she went completely rigid beneath me, her entire frame tensing as if preparing for battle rather than surrender. Her hands gripped my back so tightly that I could feel her nails digging into my skin.
"Relax," I whispered against her ear, my voice strained with the effort of holding myself in check. The urge to simply thrust forward and claim her was nearly overwhelming, but I forced myself to remain still, giving her time to adjust. "I'm barely inside you."
I reached down between our joined bodies, my calloused fingers finding the sensitive pearl just above her entrance. The moment I made contact with that swollen nub, her entire body jolted beneath me, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.
"Mmm, that's it. Now spread your legs wider for me."
She pushed her legs further apart as I continued to stroke her with deliberate circles, applying just enough pressure to keep her moaning. The contrast between the gentle ministrations of my fingers and the overwhelming stretch of my thick length inside her created a dizzying combination of sensations that had her writhing helplessly beneath me.
"Take more of me. Gods, you're so fucking wet."
She moaned as her wetness coated my length, easing my entry as I worked her swollen pearl in tight, deliberate circles. The slick heat allowed me to sink deeper, inch by torturous inch, until I was buried halfway inside her tight channel.
"You want more of that cock in your tight little cunt, don't you?" I whispered, looking down at those wide eyes that looked up at me. "You want me to stretch you wide. You want to take all of me."
"Yes," she breathed beneath me, her hips shifting restlessly.
I pushed harder and came up against a barrier that made me pause in surprise, the unexpected resistance causing my entire body to go still even as it made total sense, owing to how tight she was.
Pushing a little harder to confirm what I already suspected, her sharp intake of breath—part gasp, part whimper—made me stop completely, a moment of startling clarity breaking through my lust-addled mind like cold water dousing flames.
