Fucking hell. He is going to do this, isn’t he? He is going to ride my cock. Consummate our nonconsensual marriage.
I’m about to have my cock inside Marco’s little brother’s ass.
“What about condoms!” I blurt out in desperation, clutching onto the first thing I can think of that might stop this, or at least delay it long enough for me to think of something else.
Ginni pauses. He tilts his head. “We are married, silly,” he says. As if that makes any sense at all. “I trust you.”
His fingers wrap around the base of my cock. He notches me against his hole. I groan again.
Ginni stares into my eyes, and he starts to lower himself onto my cock. His body opens for me. Welcomes me in. Envelops me in softness and heat.
His eyes are enormous. Wide and dark. Cheeks flushed.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” he gasps.
It doesn’t sound entirely like pleasure.
My heart thuds against my rib cage. “Ginni. Be careful. Take it slow.”
He is a tiny little thing, and I’m a big man. He needs to be careful.
He whimpers. My chains clang sharply as I try to reach him. For fuck’s sake! I need to hold his hips. Steady him. Help him to take me without hurting himself.
He cries out again, but I can feel the smooth skin of his ass cheeks. I can feel that my cock is fully buried in his ass. He has made it all the way down. Far too quickly, but it’s done.
He feels incredible, but I need to hold back against the overwhelming pleasure that is threatening to consume me. I need to make sure Ginni is okay.
His head is down now. I can’t see his face, only the sheen of his dark hair. His lungs are moving fast and shallow. His spread thighs are trembling.
Shit.
“Ginni? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Slowly, he lifts his head. His blue eyes are glazed. His bottom lip puffy and blood red where he has been biting it.
“It feels so good,” he breathes. “I knew it would. But I didn’t know it would feel this phenomenal.”
Relief flares briefly, then withers and dies. He is not hurt, but I think he is saying something that is equally as bad.
“Wait. What,” I babble inanely. “You’ve never done this before?”
Ginni shakes his head. “I saved myself for you. I wanted you to be my first.”
Horror and dismay flood my veins, colder than ice. But worse than that, far worse, is the little gleaming flame that ignites in my soul. A dark flame. One of pride, possessiveness, and avarice. Part of me is delighted I’m Ginni’s first. Part of me is vowing to be his last. Ginni’s first and only. Mine to keep.
I shake my head to clear it. “Are you telling me I’ve just taken your virginity!”
Ginni’s lips lift up in an adorable pout. “That’s such an old-fashioned term. I prefer to frame it differently.” His chin tilts up. His eyes gleam. “This is my sexual debut.”
I stare at him helplessly. I’m all out of words.
“Sounds much more exciting, doesn’t it!” He grins.
I open my mouth to say something, but then a tsunami of sensation hits me and all I can do is groan in delight. Ginniis moving. He is riding me, and the pleasure is profound. Far beyond anything I have ever experienced.
He is tight and hot and perfect.
And I can’t take my eyes off of him. He is loving this, really loving this. This boy was born to take cock.
