“I’m so sorry, beautiful.”
He kissed the tears away from the corners of my eyes, holding still while I adjusted to the feel of him inside me.
“I told you that your monster dick wouldn’t fit.”
He circled his hips slowly, shifting his hard length inside me. “And yet here I am, filling you up.”
He released my hands and pressed kisses to my lips, jawline and neck.
“I think the pain is mostly gone,” I whispered, wiggling my hips to move on his dick. “Oooh, that feels good.”
One of his hands moved to my chin, tilting my head up so he could look in my eyes. “You’re completely mine now, beautiful. And I’m never letting you go.”
“You better not, because you’re mine too.”
“Damn straight I am,” he growled against my lips. He devoured them as he levered his hips backwards before he drove his dick in deep again. The pain was gone, leaving only pleasure in its place.
He pulled out of me, and I whimpered in need. Tightening my legs around his hips, I dug my fingers into his ass as he pumped in and out of me. I knew I was going to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t, not with my pussy clenching around Vaughn’s dick as my body tightened in need.
“Come for me,” he groaned. “I’m so fucking close and I don’t want to go without you.”
His hand slid down from my neck, over my breasts and between my thighs to stroke over my pussy. Then his finger circled my clit as he swiveled his hips, grinding deep inside me, and I flew apart screaming his name. His cock continued to pump inside me as I writhed underneath him. Hard and fast, he filled me over and over again until he sunk deep and held still while he came.
“Thank you for giving me such a precious gift, beautiful,” he whispered in my ear after collapsing next to me on the mattress.
“Mmm,” I murmured, too worn out to speak.
“Stay right there,” he instructed me, as if I was going anywhere anytime soon. He kissed down my spine as he crawled off the mattress and headed towards the bathroom. I heard the sound of running water before he was back again, swiping a cool washcloth between my legs.
“That feels good,” I sighed.
“I should run you a bath.”
“Later. I want to lay here with you for a little while first.”
“Whatever you want, beautiful. Just let me finish cleaning you up first.”
It finally dawned on me exactly why he was using the washcloth on me, and I jerked up to a sitting position.
“You didn’t use a condom!”
“Nope.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry about it, either.
“But I’m not on birth control,” I pointed out.
“Considering you were completely untouched before me, I can’t say that’s a surprise.”
“And I’m smack dab in the middle of my cycle. The most fertile time of the month!”
“There’s nothing to do about it now,” he calmly reminded me.
“But—”
“Except maybe to take you all over again once I’m sure you’re not too sore.”
“But—”
He interrupted my stammering with a swift kiss to my lips. Then he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. “We can cuddle in bed after I’ve had you again. Since that can’t happen until you’ve had a soak to help with the soreness, the bath can’t wait.”
