“So tight,” he groans, sweat beading on his forehead. “So fucking tight.”
Then he reaches my hymen, and I start to breathe faster with panic. With a final, firm push, he breaks through, and pain lances through me, sharp and sudden.
I cry out, tears springing to my eyes as I try to close my legs, but Kieran and Drake are still holding me open.
Elias freezes immediately, his cock pulsing inside me but not moving.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern etching deep lines in his forehead. “Do you need me to stop?”
“Don’t stop..I’m okay,” I gasp, blinking back tears. “I just need a moment.”
Kieran’s skilled fingers rub my clit and begin to circle it with gentle pressure. The touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure that help counteract the pain of my torn hymen.
“Focus on the pleasure,” says Rowan quietly. “We will take all the time you need.”
“You’re going to be fucked and bred by us,” Drake adds as he rubs his erection through his pants while holding me open for Elias. “Do you like my brother’s cock shoved deep inside of you, nanny?”
His dirty talk sends a fresh flood of slick from my pussy, easing Elias’s cock inside me. The pain is already beginning to fade, replaced by a strange fullness that feels pretty fucking good.
“Keep going, Elias,” I gasp as Elias leans down, kissing away my tears.
The first few thrusts are uncomfortable, my body still adjusting to the invasion of his dick. With every stroke, the pain of losing my virginity begins to pass. Kieran rubbing my clit is also helping me as slick drips out of me.
“You’re so tight, Francine. So hot,” Elias grunts as he thrusts faster, picking up the pace.
His words, combined with the increasingly pleasurable sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me, send waves of heat pain crashing through me.
I’m not just taking him now. I’m wanting him,needinghim, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts with growing enthusiasm.
“More, please,” I moan, feeling my climax rising the more Kieran rubs my swollen clitoris.
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ELIAS
So tight.
I can barely breathe. The pleasure of making love to Francine is fuckinghot.
Each thrust sends electric shocks up my spine. Her virgin walls clutch me tight, massaging my dick with her perfect wet heat.
Nothing has prepared me for the sensation of Francine’s untouched pussy accepting me for the first time. Her heat-soaked tissues ripple around me, her body instinctively trying to milk my knot even though it hasn’t swelled yet.
“You’re so tight,” I groan, watching her face flush pink at my words. Her eyes are half-closed with pleasure, her red hair splayed across the pillow like flames.
My cock throbs inside her as I thrust deeper, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate me. Each time I pull back, her inner walls cling to my shaft, as if reluctant to let me go. Each time I push forward, she opens for me, accepting more of my length until I’m hitting the entrance to her womb, the most sacred part of her.
“Oh!” she gasps when I thrust in particularly deep.
“You wanted more of my dick,” I breathe, struggling to thrust in long, even paces. “I’m giving you everything I got, honey.”
Her pussy clamps down in response, squeezing me in rhythmic pulses that nearly make my eyes roll back in my head. The soft, yielding walls hug every ridge and vein of my cock, creating a custom-fit sleeve for my cock.
And the wetness—fuck, she’s so wet that I can hear the obscene squelching sounds each time I thrust into her, her abundant slick creating a frothy ring around the base of my cock where we’re joined.
Squelch. Thump.Squelch.
My gaze drops to her flushed neck, where her pulse beats visibly beneath her delicate skin. The sight of that vulnerable spot, the place where my mark would claim her as mine, makes my mouth water. My teeth literally ache with the need to bite down, to sink into her flesh and make the bond permanent. I can already taste her, already feel the hot rush of her blood against my tongue, the way her body would lock around my cock in response to being claimed.
