My nails rake down his chest now, leaving long red scratches across his skin, marking him the way he's marking me. "That's it," he groans. "Mark me, show me how much you feel, I want your marks all over me." He pushes in the last few inches in one slow, steady motion until he's buried completely inside me,so deep I can feel him in my stomach, filling every inch of me until there's no room for anything else.
"Look," he commands softly. "Look at how you took all of me." I look down and see that he's completely inside me, every inch buried deep, my hands still holding myself open around him, the sight almost too much to process. "There," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction and restraint, his whole body trembling. "All of me, every single inch, you took all of me so perfectly, you can let go now."
I release my hands, letting them fall to his back, and immediately my nails dig in, scratching, leaving more marks.
"It's so much," I gasp, my body trembling around him, stretched so full I feel like I might split apart. "Ilay, it's so much, I've never felt anything like this."
"I know, baby, I know," he soothes, kissing my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, his lips everywhere. "Just breathe, let your body get used to me, you're doing so good, so fucking good."
We stay like that for what feels like an eternity, him buried deep inside me, my nails creating patterns across his back and chest, his lips pressing gentle kisses all over my face while he whispers praise and encouragement.
"How does it feel?" he asks softly, his forehead pressed to mine.
"Full," I whisper, my nails digging deeper into his back. "So full, like there's no room for anything else, like you're all I can feel, all I can think about."
"Good," he says, kissing my cheek, then the other one. "That's exactly how I want you to feel, full of me, only me, no one else will ever fill you like this, no one else will ever touch you likethis." He starts to move then, pulling out slowly until just the tip remains, the drag of him against my walls making me gasp.
"Watch," he says. "Look down and watch me move inside you." I look down, watching as he pulls almost all the way out, then slides back in, the visual making everything more intense, more real.
"Don't take it all out," I say quickly, my nails scratching down his chest, leaving red lines. "I won't," he promises, his lips kissing my temple, my cheek. "Just getting you used to the movement, teaching your body how to take me, you're doing so well."
The burn fades with each careful thrust, pleasure starting to build where there was only discomfort, my body learning his rhythm, and my nails continue their path across his skin, marking him, claiming him.
"That's it," he murmurs, his pace increasing slightly, kissing my forehead between words. "There you go, you feel how good this is now? How perfectly we fit together? Your body was made for mine, look at how well you take me." I can't stop watching, seeing him disappear inside me over and over, feeling every inch, my nails creating new scratches with each thrust.
"You're marking me up so good," he groans. "I'm going to have your scratches all over me tomorrow, everyone will know I'm yours." I moan, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically, pulling him deeper despite how overwhelming it still feels, my nails dragging down his back again, adding to the collection of marks.
"Such a good girl," he praises, kissing my cheek, my temple, his rhythm becoming more steady, more confident now that my body is accepting him. "Taking my cock so well, letting me fill you completely, you're perfect, so fucking perfect." The praisemakes heat flood through me, makes me want to be good for him, makes me arch into each thrust, my nails scratching harder.
He shifts our positions suddenly, sitting back on his heels and pulling me up with him so I'm straddling his lap, the new angle making him hit even deeper, making me cry out.
"Look at us," he says, one hand cupping my face to direct my gaze downward. "Look at how deep I am, look at how your body takes me." I look down between us, seeing where we're joined, seeing him disappear inside me with each movement, the sight making me clench around him.
"Ride me," he commands gently, his hands on my hips, guiding me. "Show me how much you want this, take what you need from me." I start to move, lifting myself up and sinking back down, watching the whole time, seeing myself take him over and over, the angle hitting something inside me that makes my vision blur.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. "You're doing so good, riding me so well, look at how beautiful you are." I pick up the pace, my confidence growing, my body finding a rhythm, my nails digging into his shoulders for balance, leaving crescent marks, pleasure building fast. "Faster," he urges. "I know you can take it faster, you're such a good girl, you can handle more."
I move faster, harder, taking him deeper with each drop of my hips, my nails scratching down his chest, leaving long red lines, my body already trembling. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his head falling back. "Mark me up, baby, claim me, show everyone I belong to you."
I ride him harder, losing myself in the rhythm, in the fullness, in the way he hits that perfect spot with everymovement, my body coiling tight. "I'm going to," I gasp, my movements becoming erratic. "I'm going to come already."
"Already?" he asks, a wicked smile crossing his face. "We just started, baby, you're that sensitive for me?"
"Yes," I whimper, unable to stop the pleasure building. "I can't help it, it feels too good."
"Then come," he says. "Let me feel it." I shatter around him, my body convulsing, my nails digging deep into his shoulders, my movements stopping completely as the orgasm tears through me. "Good girl," he praises, then he chuckles darkly. "But that didn't even last a minute, did it? You came so fast for me." Before I can respond, his hands grip my hips bruisingly tight and he starts moving me himself, bouncing me on his cock at a brutal pace, so fast I can barely process it. "Ilay," I gasp, my head falling back, overwhelmed by the speed. "Wait, I just—"
"I know you just came," he says, his voice rough. "Now you're going to come again." He pounds me up and down on him relentlessly, the pace inhuman, hitting so deep and so fast my eyes start to roll back, my mouth falling open. "Look at you," he groans. "Already fucked out and we're just getting started."
My nails rake down his chest desperately, scratching, trying to hold on, my body already building toward another orgasm impossibly fast. "Too good," I whimper, my words slurring. "It's too good, I can't—"
"You can," he says, his pace never faltering. "You're going to take it, you're going to come again for me." He moves me faster, harder, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat, his fingers applying gentle pressure, not cutting off air but making everything more intense. My eyes roll back completely, my body going limp in his grip, letting him use me however he wants, my second orgasm already crashing through me.
"That's it," he says, feeling me clench around him. "Such a good girl, coming so easy for me, so responsive." He doesn't stop, doesn't let me recover, just keeps moving me on his cock while I shake and whimper, completely overwhelmed. "Stand up," he suddenly commands, lifting me off him.
My legs barely work but he supports my weight, turning me to face the window, pressing my hands against the glass. "Everyone can see you like this," he says, entering me from behind in one hard thrust that makes me cry out. "See how well you take me, see how good you are for me."
He pounds into me against the window, the glass cold against my palms, my breath fogging it with each gasp, his hand coming up to wrap around my throat again from behind, that perfect pressure that makes my head spin. "Look at your reflection," he says, and I see us in the window's reflection, see the way he takes me, his hand around my throat, my face completely wrecked.
