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With only two more pumps of his fingers, she explodes around him, the tight, wet walls of her pussy squeezing and pulsing. He leans down and captures her lips with his, swallowing her moans and needing to feel close to her.

“That’s it, Tess,” he moans against her mouth, his fingers furiously pumping as she continues to ride out wave after wave of her orgasm. “That’s it, give me what’s mine.”

“Tristan..I…Ohhh,” she finally collapses, her entire body going limp, tears in the corner of her eyes, and her chest heaving dramatically with each breath.

“You okay?” He asks gently, pushing up from her body and slowly removing his fingers, swiping them up her soaking lips before bringing them to his mouth and humming around his fingers that are dripping with her arousal.

“That was…insane…” her voice is barely a whisper as she tries to catch her breath. “I’ve never come that fast in my life.”

He smiles wickedly and takes a step back from her, pulling his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion before just as quickly dropping his pants, and his hard, long, thick cock instantly springs up.

Tessa sits up on her elbows and looks at him, mouth hanging open, eyes shining with lust and fear.

“That’s not going to fit,” she says with a shake of her head, causing Tristan to chuckle.

“It fit once before. Well…barely.” He smiles at her again and starts pumping his hard cock in his fist, staring down at her perfect body, until his eyes land on her pussy and he licks his lips in anticipation.

“Yeah, and it fucking hurt,” she says sternly.

“It’s not going to hurt like that again,” he says, taking a step between her legs and lining himself up. “What kind of fuck boys you been messing with the past 10 years to be so scared of my cock, baby?”

“Nothing even close to this,” she says, gasping when the swollen head of his dick touches against her slippery entrance.

He hisses and throws his head back as he rubs the head up and down her opening, circling it around her clit, and back down again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow in two seconds,” he says through gritted teeth. “Sorry in advance.”

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” she tries to tease him, but her breath catches when he pushes in, immediately meeting resistance.

“I don’t say shit to anybody,” he says with a stern voice, pushing against the impossibly tight walls of her pussy, “Only you…fuckyou’re tight.”

Tessa takes a deep breath and collapses back on the bed, taking her weight off her elbows, and willing her body to relax and open up.

“Come on, Trist,” she whispers teasingly, taking deep breaths through the stretch. “I’m not the virginal 20-year-old you had that night. Don’t be scared, show me what I’ve been missing.”

He chuckles deeply and places two large hands on the backs of her knees, pushing her legs back and open, spreading her wide.

“You sure?”

She gulps nervously but also loves the look in his eyes – so dark, primal, aggressive, and all for her.

“Yes.”

With her verbal permission, he pushes in all the way in one fluid, punishing motion, all the way to the hilt, before pulling out and doing it again.

“Oh my God,” she moans out, hands flying to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

“Do I need to stop?” he mutters, eyes fixated on where her pussy is sucking in his long cock greedily, noisily, and oh so perfectly.

“No,” she says, her breath catching, and he can tell she’s half loving this and half struggling through it. He continues to pumpinto her, over and over again, tilting his hips up so that the head of his dick brushes up against the rigid expanse of her g-spot.

“God this is the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had,” he moans, eyes closing from the force of pleasure pulsing through his veins.

“Trist…you’re…so...big,” she moans out between thrusts, “hurts…so…good.”

The pain mixed with pleasure was a feeling she hadn’t experienced to this extent. The first time had been nothing short of perfect, and he made sure to take care of her before himself, but it was a blur of nerves and excitement; a moment in time that was so charged with the emotions and expectation of what was happening that it seemed to be over in a flash.

This was different.