“I want you so badly. Fuck if I have ever desired anything more,” he says, voice coated in sincerity and a hint of surprise as if he didn’t expect that. Me.
“Me either,” I whisper.
I am too preoccupied, drowning in his eyes, to notice him discarding his boxer briefs.
Feeling his thick head at my entrance, my belly knots, and I suck in a breath.
“I’m sorry,” he says and rips through me in one go.
The pain is too much, too sudden. A cry ripples from my throat, and I dig my nails into his back, leaving scratch marks behind. His cock threatens to destroy my pussy.
The fullness, the stretch, the discomfort tear me apart. Good God, I came twice, so why does it still hurt? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I thrash under him, wanting to push him out—in vain. He stays firmly buried inside me, an unmovable stone, squishing my lungs.
Gripping my chin, he forces me to look into his eyes, the contact calming me down. “I have you. Breathe.”
Something tells me I will never breathe again without feeling him.
4
TRISTAN
Viviana grips me so well it takes everything in me not to come. Not moving demands immense willpower.
She feels so damn good; I don’t want to resurface but drown in the heaven of her. Being inside her disintegrates my reason, leaving me wanting nothing more than to savor her. Keep her until I am cured of this madness—this raw need and sheer lust possessing me.
For someone who controls every aspect of his life, I can’t control my desire which burns more intensely with every second I spend with her, inside her fiery core is my undoing. This will be the closest I come to experiencing paradise. For a sinner like me, that’s too good a chance to miss, knowing that eternal damnation awaits me once I die.
Kissing her teary face, I am overcome by the urge to soothe her, make her feel as good as I do.
“I’m in, baby. You did so well, taking all of me.”
She lets out a shaky breath. This woman is like no other—a beautiful angel, a breath of fresh air in my polluted world.
“I won’t move. Not until you give me the go. Fuck if I want to leave your tight, perfect pussy,” I groan.
She needs to adjust to my size first, even if not following the urge to move kills me.
I kiss her for long minutes, getting lost in her sweet mouth, her intoxicating scent.
The moment her nails sink into my back, I take it as a sign to pull out, only my head nestling inside her before I push back in, feeling her walls suck me in, massaging me straight into euphoria.
That wakes me up from the trance she cast on me, realizing I’m fucking a woman bare. But damn, the sensation is indescribable. Another proof of the undeniable power she has over me.
“I forgot about the condom,” I rasp, half in apology, half in pleasure.
If she tells me to put on a condom, I will. Look at me being selfless. I am the worst man she could have chosen, yet I wish to be good for her. She proves to be quite the exception.
“I’m on the pill,” she moans, more pleasure seeping through the discomfort.
Taking someone like me for the first time can’t be easy. I am in awe of her.
A sound of satisfaction vibrates in my chest that she doesn’t want any barrier between us either.
Everything is different with her. Better. Heightened. Transcending the physical and going straight into intimacy. This experience with her alters something deep inside me.
Another moan of pleasure escapes her lips, and I increase my speed, lost in a sea of pleasure with no compass to get me to shore. Just drifting, mindless, boneless.
