Aaand that’s an image I need to scrub out of my head.
“Don’t worry, Ace. Just need to stretch that pretty cunt out. I know my girl can take all of me. I was made for you; there’s no doubt about it,” I coax, not even needing to give myself a few pumps because I’ve been hard from the moment Staten squirted all over my face.
With an exhale, she readies herself by the headboard, her chest heaving, her belly concave against the cradle of her hipbones, and her legs spread open for me with no reluctance whatsoever. The sight of her pussy—still primed with natural lubrication and residual spit—is a boxcutter to my rational senses, splitting them apart.
Shit. We’re really about to do this.
Staten’s eyelids slam shut. “Please be gentle,” she begs, balling the swelter of sheets in two tight fists.
“Always.”
I don’t expect her to take immediately to me. With one hand on her thigh for reassurance—and for me, stability—I slowly begin feeding increments of my cock into her wet pussy, noting the way her walls cinch around me with every invading inch.
“Oh, God,” she bites through her teeth, her jaw flickering, all her muscles seeming to clench in a combination of fear and defense.
I stop. “We don’t have to do this.”
Staten shakes her head. “I want to. You’re just—it hurts.”
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. What can I do to make you more comfortable? Do we need lube?”
She huffs without a set cadence. Her screwed-up expression is tinctured with apprehension—every frown line pinched—and her lips are soldered into a particularly pitiful grimace. “Just slip it all the way in. Really fast.”
I’m no doctor, but I don’t think that’s the best idea. “Um, isthat really want you want?” I ask as my stomach quivers with enough worry to fill a container port.
When her eyes fly open, she stares at me with a Medusa glare that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is.
Got it.
When we revisit the slight bump in the road, I plow deeper, feeling the rings of her muscle accommodate my girth, a fair stretch of my inches now swallowed up by the seam of her cunt. She groans into the darkness while tears bleed over her waterline, waiting to smear over the flushed apples of her cheeks.
Another piston that ultimately absorbs me to the hilt—all nine inches of me safely stuffed in her bulging pussy, fitting tighter than my goddamn fist. Eyes half-lidded, there’s a kaleidoscopic light show that strobes in my vision, and pressure flares up in my groin from the extended waiting, needing to be dealt with before it impedes my ability to pleasure her.
“Is this okay? Can I start moving?”
Her face is lax, affirmation trickling past parted lips, her pretty, pink cunt reshaping around my shaft and begging me to supply some much-needed friction. I drag my cockhead against her nerves, rutting into her with a few experimental thrusts and watching how euphoria registers on her expression.
“‘Mmm, that feels good,” she purrs, and as if on instinct, my dick flexes at the sound of her voice. She clamps down each time I snap my hips against the underside of her thighs, my aching balls tapping the bottom of her ass.
I continue at this safe, languid pace, trying to remain chivalrous despite being root-deep inside of her, and each drive of my length has her tits bouncing from the recoil.
What a fucking sight she is—hair splayed across a patch of pillows, belly tightened, her skin misted in a fine sheen of sweat. Even the scent of her liquid desire is more potent, prickling over my animal brain.
My voice untangles into a coo. “That’s my good girl. Look atyou, sucking me in real deep. You’re doing so well.So fucking well.”
“Can you—can you go faster?” she murmurs.
“Whatever you want, Ace. I’m the one at your disposal. Use me however you like. Nothing you could say or do would prevent me from crawling back to you.”
Her courage materializes somewhere beneath a tomb of semi-constant anxiety. Faster than snowmelt in muggy April, liquefying into dew that sloughs off fingers of dead grass. Staten bucks her hips into the air, triggering a response call from my dick to start a series of measured strokes, and each time I bottom out inside her, her pussy strangles me with the same zeal. I have to cling to the top of the headboard for added support, the muscles in my back straining underneath a scar of moonlight.
“Oh, Knox. You feel so good,” Staten moans, clawing at my chest, uncaring for the tiny scratches that gouge my skin.
I clench my ass cheeks, relishing in the ache that’s currently lancing through my erection. Everything hurts in a good kind of way—a necessary pain, like the blister of a burn before you soothe it under cold water. My fingernails pierce the unvarnished wood of the headboard, and my need to come skips to the front of the urgency line.
The squelching of her pussy is fuel to my unbidden lust, ricocheting off the walls of the otherwise silent bedroom. “That’s such a pretty sound. I fucking love hearing how wet you are, baby. Can feel you drenching me in cum even through the condom.”
“Only this wet for you. Can’t—can’t control myself.”
