“I won’t mind if it hurts.”
“Stop,” he pants, his grip moving between us. He’s…rubbing his sex in a tight fist. Up and down, his jaw loosening. “I’m going to come before I get it in.”
Does that mean heisgoing to put himself inside of me?
I begin whimpering and writhing in my excitement.
It’s the end of him.
Laboring to breathe against my ear, he brings the smooth, plump head to my entrance and jiggles it into me, air escaping him in a hiss. “Angel, no. I can’t. It’s bad.”
“Please, sir.Please.”
“You’re so ready.Sopping.”
“Because I need you.”
“I’m going to hell for this,” he mutters thickly—
In one hard shove, I’m full. Jason fills me. Occupies all my scant space.
He releases a hoarse bellow into my neck. “Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck.”
I’m too stunned by the reality of what’s happening to register the pain at first. When the discomfort starts to bloom, however, it doesn’t come to me as…pain. No, it’s an aphrodisiac. Look how hard he is for what I can give him. Feel him strain and tremble. All for me. All because I have something he needs to find relief.
Those mindblowing thoughts numb everything else but excitement.
“Do you like it, sir?” I gasp.
His roar fills the room. “It’s too tight.”
Why does that statement go right to my head, ten times as potent as the shot I took earlier? “Maybe if you move,” I say, opening my thighs and reveling in the swift rush of pleasure/pain. Holy hell, this man is very big. “…it’ll feel better.”
“Son of a bitch, where did you come from?” He is shaking on top of me, his heart thundering against my breasts. “Doesn’t it hurt, angel?”
“Only in the best way,” I whisper, stroking my fingertips down his back. Nipping at his square chin with my teeth. “Show me how much you need me.”
“Oh angel, you have no fucking idea. Never needed anything so bad. I’m already leaking…can’t control it…” He slides halfway out of my channel and crams back in with a guttural sound, starting to rock back and forth on top of me, hips pumping with purpose, burying me deeper in the couch with every thorough thrust. “Goddamn, this little pussy fits every dirty inch, doesn’t it? Spank her ass, eat her cunt, and she’ll take it whole.”
“All for you. Only for you.”
“You keep talking to me like that, keep blinking those big, sweet eyes up at me, I’m going to forget you’re a virgin and…”
“And what?”
“I’m going to raw dog you blind, little girl,” he growls. “That’s what.”
I don’t know what those words mean, but the way he says them causes all my tiniest, most private muscles to seize violently, and I scream in alarm, moisture gushing from my entrance, coating the thick, hard length he continues to drag in and out of me. My response shocks him, makes him wild, and while I’m still reeling from the tumult of sensations, Jason snaps into a frenzy, pummeling me between the legs with flesh so stiff, I know he must be in the utmost pain. He rams into me with wild grunts, flesh smacking loudly off flesh while the fire snaps and swirls in the hearth a few yards away.
This goes on for several minutes, Jason hooking my knees beneath his arms, flattening me to the couch while his cock hits me deep, so deep, my body is now slicking with sweat, along with Jason’s. Oh, it’s incredible, to be his object of need. The target for his lust. I lie there and take it, wrapped in ecstasy, whimpering while he rakes me up and down the leather couch, his movements turning haphazard, his moans growing sharper.
Desperate.
“Tell me to pull out, angel,” he says, raggedly, into my neck.
“No,” I gasp.
“Tell me!”
