I was mistaken.
Sorely, sorely mistaken.
Cum churned in my balls, throbbing painfully and begging me to let go. I felt it rising, moving, and pushing forward as if it had a mind of its own. It demanded and…
“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, little one?”
Tears burned my eyes, bubbling over and racing down my face. The salty trails kept wet as emotion built inside me, flooding my eyes until rivers squeezed past my clamped closed eyelids and cascaded over my bottom lashes to join the snot and drool I could not control.
“It hurts! Daddy, it hurts.”
“Are you still green?”
“Yes. So green. Please don’t stop. I want it.”
“You like hurting for me, don’t you? You want to suffer for me?”
“Yes. I don’t… don… don’t know why?”
The words came out in a blood-curdling scream, erupting from me as cum shot from my dick, splattering against us both. Tremors racked my body. At least, I thought they did. Maybe it was just muscle spasms ricocheting through me like aftershocks.
My hole spasmed and clenched as he pulled out of me, and I begged. The whimpers and nonsense that fell from my mouth would generally make me want to hide in embarrassment, but not now. Now I didn’t care if I made a fool of myself. Not if it meant…
“OH GOD!”
“Push out against me,” he said and I guess I did what he wanted because he praised me as he slid his dick into me.
The burn of his fingers had nothing on this. An inferno set up in my butt as he stretched and overwhelmed me.
“Please… ple… oh God… Alex… Alex…”
“What’s your color?”
“Umm… I… I dunno.”
He stopped.
Immediately.
And he held completely still.
“Talk to me, Aiden,” he said, pinching my chin to force my gaze to meet his.
“It’s so… oh God… it’s so much.”
“So much or too much?”
“Both.”
He pressed a kiss against my forehead and I gasped as his dick moved, but not in the way I wanted. He moved backwards.
I tightened my legs around his waist. “Don’t… please don’t stop.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re positive? I won’t have you regret this. You shouldn’t have to endure a painful experience your first time. I don’t want you to remember your initiation that way.”
