“Don’t stop, Wyatt.” My hands reach up, my fingers digging into his shoulders. He’s tense, only barely holding himself back.
“But you’re a…Anna?”
I don’t want to hear him say the word. “Please,” I plead.
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life than I am about him and this exact moment.
“I don’t know how gentle I can be,” he says. “This isn’t how your first time should?—”
“Wyatt.” I stop him. “Fuck me.”
The growl that slips from his throat is raw and primal. And then, that’s exactly what he’s doing.
He thrusts through my virginity, driving deep inside me. The sensation is overwhelming. Pain and pleasure twist together in a heady mix as I work to control my breathing and let my body adjust to the way he’s filling me up.
The burn of his girth is almost too much. But at the same time, it feelssogood.
My nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on.
“Fuck, Anna.” His voice strains as he presses his forehead to mine, bottoming out, my body trembling from his invasion. I’ve never been so completely filled. I can’t tell where I end, and he begins.
My hips rock up, instinctively trying to take even more of him, even while my pussy throbs and my hips ache.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”
His words send a calmness through me, settling my breathing momentarily. But then he starts moving. His thrusts are deliberate. He pulls out before slamming back inside me. Every stroke pushes me forward on the blanket, but Wyatt grips me, holding me still as he drives into me again and again.
The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, only mixed with my breathless moans as I struggle to keep up and his rough grunts as he endlessly fucks me.
His lips find my neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin there, sending fresh shots of desire between my legs where I’m already overloaded with sensation.
“Do you feel that?” he murmurs against my ear. “How perfectly my cock fits in your tight little pussy?” His dirty words send a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Yes.” The word is barely a moan, but he demands more.
“Tell me, Anna,” he commands. “Tell me how good it feels to have me inside you.”
I try but can’t find the words as he maintains his relentless assault on my pussy. My orgasm coils deep inside me. I just want to let go, but Wyatt pulls back. “Not yet,” he says. “Not until you tell me how good it feels.”
My eyes snap open again. “Wyatt,” his name comes out like a plea.
“Tell me, Anna. I need to hear you say it.”
I moan and squeeze my eyes shut again, desperately reaching for my climax.
“Say it and then you can cum, sweetheart.”
It’s too much. His dirty words mixed with the way his body is claiming mine, I give in.
“So good,” I manage to breathe the words, but it’s not enough for him.
“What’s so good, sweetheart. Tell me.”
“You,” I breathe. “You feel so good.” He slams into me again, and at the same time reaches between us, his fingers finding my throbbing clit. “Your cock,” I cry out, emboldened now. “It feels so good filling me up.”
“Yes, sweetheart.” I hear the smile in his voice. “That’s right. My cock feels so good fucking you. Filling you up. Claiming you. Making you mine.” He punctuates each statement with a hard thrust, pinching my clit hard until I’m soaring, my orgasm crashing through me.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me.”
