“My good girl,” I murmured, easing back as I guided myself to her entrance.
I hissed quietly when her warmth closed around me. Weeks of imagining this moment had done nothing to prepare me for the reality of it.
Her small sounds grew louder.
“Please,” she whispered.
She’d been relieving herself with fingers, carrots and bananas. Anything she could get her hands on. Her mother had found her vibrator and thrown it in the bin, but not before shaming her for it.
I sank a little deeper, feeling her muscles desperately grip me as if I would leave her. I snaked a hand around her thigh, feeling her stocking as I began to thrust harder.
“Yes, you’re opening up beautifully,” I rasped.
Her heat surrounded me and she was tight. Those muscles clung to me with each thrust. Her hands gripped the bedding as she began to move with me, using my dick.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.“Oh, there. Yes.”
I could feel the sweat begin to bead on my body. My restraint wouldn’t last long. The more I fucked her, the more she soaked my dick and proved how much she needed me. I released her thigh and pressed my hand to her shoulder, pushing her down.
There were no words, only sounds of us as I started to pound her pussy. The wet slaps, her cries of pleasure and my grunts of effort. She didn’t complain that I was too big or too rough.
No.
She took it all and wet my balls to boot.
With each deep thrust her ass cheeks bounced against me. My balls smacked her pussy again and again. I gathered her hair and pulled her up until her back arched. She held herself steady on her hands.
“I know what you need, Stella,” I grunted, hammering into her and moving my hand to her shoulder.
I used my grip to hold her in position. There was no escape.
Her pussy began to flutter and I knew she was close.
“Give it to me,” I growled, driving my hips forward.
“Maddox,” she wailed as her cunt locked down on me.
The rest of her words were ripped up between cries and a long strangled moan.
Fuck.
The rapid contractions and gush of her come made me his. Her soft cries echoed around us. I held myself inside her while she milked me. My fingers tightened on her shoulder, holding her in place when the first jet of come shot inside her.
“Yes. Oh god,” she cried.“I can feel it.”
My eyes never left her as I continued to fill her up.
We fit together harmoniously.
This time I had to get it right.
Failure wasn’t an option.
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She was bathed, fed, and back in bed. When I pulled the covers back, she looked up at me shyly, her lashes lowering for a moment before she met my eyes again. The sight stirred something sharp in my chest. It only served to piss me off more when I thought about everything that had been done to her.
I slid beneath the covers and tugged them up around her shoulders, making sure she was tucked in properly.
