I suck in a breath as he rasps above my lips. “I’ll go slow. I would sooner kill myself than hurt you again.”
I cup his face, erasing every inch between us, to connect on every level possible—physically and emotionally. “Not again. You never hurt me. I trust you with my life. No one more than you.”
His eyes glisten, emotions clear. It makes this moment feel ethereal, as if God himself gifted it to us. He must love his sinners.
“Kiss me,” he demands.
I close the small gap between us just in time for him to slip the head inside of me. I find out why he wanted me to kiss him at this exact moment. To catch my shaky breath, capture my moan as he conquers my insides.
He’s so freaking big, I squirm not knowing if I want him completely in or out.
“Shhh, I’m not even halfway in. Be my good girl and let me in.”
Damn, it feels like he’s trying to shove a damn baton inside my pussy.
How did I take him back then?
As if he can read my mind, he grips my chin, his eyes boring into mine.
“You can and will. Every inch, baby girl. I won’t stop until I bury my cock in your pussy that strangles the fucking life out of me.”
“Good,” I murmur through the pressure. No wonder sweat beads on my temples.
“You enjoy my misery, huh?” he says through a set jaw.
“You’re trying to break my pussy with your monster cock.” I pant as he slips another inch. “We’re even.”
He shakes his head and chuckles. “That damn mouth of yours.”
“What is it with it?” I ask, the conversation helping to distract me for a bit as a freaking python tries to slip inside of me.
The intrusion tears me apart in the best way. I know it’s not physically possible for him not to end, but it sure feels like it. My fingers claw at his arms to ease the pressure.
He thrusts forward one inch then retreats, pushing me in two different directions that madden me. Pleasure every time his cock massages my walls and discomfort when he inches deeper.
“It drives me crazy how fucking tight you are,” he grits out.
He’s losing control. It’s in his shoulders tensing, his eyes burning with savage lust.
“Please…” I need him inside of me. All of him, even if he splits me apart.
My pleas shatter his control, and he drives into me with one hard thrust that lifts me off the ground. I lock my arms and legs around him, chest rocking with shaky breaths.
My vision turns blurry. Did he wreck my cervix and enter my uterus because it sure feels like it.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he kisses my mouth, peppering sweet kisses all over my face.
“I’m in. And fuck, baby girl, you feel so damn good,” he says hoarsely.
Oh, I am well aware.I feel him everywhere.
“How bad is it?” he asks, gripping my chin to look at him.
“I feel so full.” It’s more of a discomfort than pain, my brain not knowing where to place the stretch, if it’s pleasurable or not. I guess it’s both, but strangely, I like it.
It doesn’t take long before pleasure overshadows the pressure. Shy at first, then taking front stage, it blinds me to anything else. The moan escaping my mouth answers for me.
He moves inside of me, switching between slow and sensual thrusts that consume me—body and mind. He never stops kissing me, intoxicating me. I never stop touching him. Exploring and falling together.
