He pressed his lips together as he lowered his pants a little further down so that the band did not touch his shaft. It looked almost as if he were in pain, as if his hardened, desperate cock was aching with as much need as I was.
My chest heaved up and down. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone that big before. I don’t know if I can take that.”
“Of course you can.” He brushed the hair over my shoulder so that he had an uninterrupted view of my breasts. “We were made for each other. Which means you’re going to fit my cock. And if you don’t? I’ll make it fit.” He seized my chin and lifted my face up. “We’re going to practice until you can take it all, and when you can take it all, you’re never going to stop taking it.”
Yes, that sounded good.
“And then when you’re all,” he paused and cleared his throat, “sorry, do you consent to me doing all that to you?”
“Yes!”
He smirked and gave my cheek a pat. “Lay down and show me.”
My orgasm was still tickling through my nerves, and I was wet and needy already. When I laid down my legs sprung open immediately. I revealed myself to him, sore from his lips and fingers, coated in the wetness from his mouth and my arousal, and aching, oh, so aching in need for more.
“Mm.” He leaned his head, the rims of his sunglasses shining in the lacklustre light as he spent a moment appreciating what was open and vulnerable in front of him. His thumb brushed over my clit. My hips bucked in response. He laughed at his ability to capture me under the duress of just a single touch from him.
He slipped a finger inside of me, and then a second and soon a third, stretching, moving them slowly in and out and brushed his thumb over my clit. “Oh yeah, Princess, you’re ready.”
Squirming and tight in heat, I nodded, almost begging for him.
He removed his fingers and took away his thumb and I sighed in protest from the absence of his touch.
“Shh.” He ran his fingers over the apex of my thighs, and reached down, dipping his hands under my ass cheeks, grabbing them both. “You’re going to get it, I promise.”
Holding my ass in both hands he tugged me down further to the edge of the mattress and braced one hand on my thigh, holding it down. With his other hand he held his cock and a shallow groan heaved from his throat.
He positioned the broad tip of his cock at my entrance, pushing at my delicate flesh there. Just at the slight touch of his cock into me had me quivering with anticipation. Holding down my thigh, so that I would not move, he took a firm grip of his cock and pressed the tip inside of me. Only an inch as he pushed himself in, stretching me into sweet, beautiful pain. I fisted the sheets, enduring it, smothered by it, relishing in it, a whimper heaving from my throat.
He stopped. “Princess?”
I looked back up at him.
He had stopped, leaving himself only a touch inside, his hesitation melted something inside of me.
“You ready for more?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to speak. I couldn’t breathe under the burning.
A feral smile took hold on his mouth, he pushed himself in further, making me twist. The pain mixed with pleasure. I wanted all of him. I wanted bruises. I wanted bleeding. I wanted him to destroy me in every lovely way.
“More!” I slammed my fist into the sheets.
He thrust in further, I almost cried.
“More!”
He thrust in again and stopped, holding himself still, letting me grow accustomed to the shape and fill of him.
“More,” I whispered into the sheets, keeping my legs open, my heart thumping, my need biting. “All of it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Go all the way in.”
