“Prepare yourself then, because I am just getting started.” It sounded like a threat and when he buried his face back into my cunt, I knew it was one he took seriously.
I closed my eyes and let the embarrassment slide away as waves of pleasure washed over me. I moaned and undulated my hips as he slid his tongue against the most sensitive parts of me. Then his finger was inside me and he thrust and sucked until I cried out, bucking violently as my orgasm slammed into me, rolling through my belly like a rough wave. His rich laugh against my cunt tickled. I reached down and gripped his head, running my nails along his scalp. I wished he could feel this, how every part of me pulsed with pleasure.
When I took his horns in my hands and tugged, he growled, a sensual rumble in his chest that sounded nothing like the threatening growls I’d heard from him before. Accommodating me, he lifted up and draped himself over me. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, as much as I could given their breadth, and reached between us, brushing my fingers against the painfully stretched part of his pants. He jerked, his whole body tightening at the contact. Still, he didn’t move more than that, watching me intently as though he wanted to see what I’d do next.
I undid the clasps of his pants and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t see it, given our positions, but my lips parted as I felt it. Hot, with ridges, and so thick I couldn’t wrap my hand around it entirely. I squeezed and ran my hand up and down the massive length. He trembled above me. When I squeezed the middle of his cock, pulsing and a little wider than the rest of him, he snarled and dropped onto me, taking my mouth violently. I responded just as feverishly, wrapping my arms around him, clutching him to me. I couldn’t get enough of him. His touch, his heat, histaste. He punched his hips against me, his searing cockpressing into my belly. I raised my knees up, trying to give him access to that soft part of me that craved his hardness.
He pulled back and I arched toward him on instinct.
“Jacqueline.” his voice was hoarse from desire. “I’m afraid I’ll split you in two.”
I spread my legs wider, cradling his hips against my aching center.
“I want to try.” My come slicked my thighs and trickled onto the blanket under me. I was ready for him.
Arrazyl kissed me, changing from passionate and fierce, demanding, to tender. He pushed up so he was hovering over me, and dipped his hand to my opening, testing me with his fingers. He pushed two into my sheath and hissed a breath out when I clamped around him. “Too small,” he grunted, moving and scissoring his fingers. I whimpered and moved my hips as he stretched me. Pleasure was so close, yet I still felt empty.
“Arrazyl, please.” the breathy voice that came from me was unrecognizable. He held my gaze as he withdrew his hand. Whatever he saw in my expression seemed to be enough, and he cupped my ass, repositioning me.
Yes. The pleasure that I was craving was almost within reach. I waited eagerly for him to fill me.
When he ran his cock through my folds, circling it around my clit erotically, I gasped. But it was when he pushed into me that my breath was stolen. He was slow and gentle, but fear trickled in through the haze of desire. He was sobig.I shifted as he stretched me, trying to accommodate him. He looked into my eyes, watching my reactions, caressing my waist and hips with every gentle push.
“Almost there.” he murmured gently as I bit my lip, holding in a whimper. What if we weren’t compatible?
Pain at being stretched to my limit soon melted away to pleasure when he hit that spot inside me that no other male hadbeen able to find, and I arched off the bed as pleasure arced from that spot to every part of my body.
“Easy.” he whispered gently as I bucked my hips, trying to fully seat him inside me. I wrapped an arm around his neck, nuzzling his throat. He rumbled as I kissed and nipped.
I moaned when he reached between us and rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger, making my cunt pulse with desire. I needed him to move.
I gripped his arms and met his gaze. “I need you.”
With a primal growl he thrust in the rest of the way, seating himself in me, and my head dropped back at the exquisite pulses of pleasure and pain bringing me perilously close to shattering.
He pulled out a couple of inches and slammed back into me. Pleasure exploded through my body in the most intense orgasm yet and I cried out, bucking my hips to meet each powerful thrust.
As soon as one wave of pleasure ebbed another built and I clung to him as sweat slid down my back and we moved together in a savage rhythm. It wasn’t long before another orgasm hit me, leaving no reprieve, almost painful as it washed over me, alighting my nerves and causing bursts of light in my vision. My thighs trembled where I had them clenched around his hips.
I’d barely recovered from the latest intense orgasm when he roared, his body stiffening before hot come coated me and he gave three more wild bucks before coming to settle inside me fully. Warmth made me melt onto the bed as lashes and lashes of hot seed sprayed inside of me. I closed my eyes and basked in the moment. I’d never felt this good.
My eyes snapped open and widened. The throbbing area of his shaft grew inside me as he came and I clamped down on him, the walls of my sex fluttering and tightening as pleasure mixed with pain sent a delicious shudder through my body, tightening my belly.
Even as continued streams of hot come made my belly flip at the sensation, he seemed to struggle to control himself, huffing out sharp breaths as he braced above me. With a final groan, he lowered himself and rested against me.
We lay tangled together. He kept his weight braced on his arms so he didn’t crush me, and despite that he came just a moment ago, he was already half hard inside me.
I tried to catch my breath, and he kissed my neck, my jaw, my temple. “You’re amazing.”
My heart gave a little flip at his words. I let myself bask in the words and awed tone. Reality would come soon enough.
It took time, time he spent alternating between kissing me and murmuring tender things to me, for the swelling of his engorged cock to recede. He gently disengaged from me.
When he pulled out, itburned. I stiffened.
“Dhysa.” He breathed. “You’re in pain.” He caressed my waist, my breast, his concern clear on his face, in the furrow of his brows. I didn’t want to see him upset, especially not after what we’d just shared. I brushed a hand over his forehead until his expression softened. The pain was fleeting, and I relaxed back into the bliss that had me feeling as though I was floating. I ran my fingers over his cheek, enjoying his velvety skin.
“I’ll be a little sore, that’s all.” I whispered, my voice hoarse from my cries.
