Pressing his groin into my center, I feel his cock head brush against my wet folds, the question disappearing from my mind. Something inside my chest tightens as he slips down to my entrance, he eases into me, my channel fighting against him as he pushes forward.
My virginity is no match against a man as big as Miles, and without much effort, my pussy gives way, stretching around his thick member. My muscles burn as he stretches me, driving his hips forward. Whimpering, I force myself to breathe as I feel him press against my virgin barrier.
“You’re so tight and perfect just as I knew you’d be,” he hisses, pausing for a moment inside of me. He cups me by the cheek and kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling around mine, distracting me from the pain.
When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m panting, my pussy clenching around him, my nipples pebbled against my thin T-shirt. His gaze slides down my chest, and when he sees the hardened nub, he sucks on it through the fabric.
“I want to fuck you deeply, fuck you until all you feel is my cock for weeks, but I can’t. I have to be gentle with you. I have to care for you. You aren’t just anyone to me, you’re my all, my everything.” Pulling out to the tip, he pushes back in, the pain has lessened tremendously, but still, he’s so big, and I feel so full, I doubt I’ll get any pleasure from this.
Miles seems determined to prove me wrong, he presses a thumb against my clit as he moves in and out of me. His movements are slow and precise, and soon I’m drenched, my sex pulsing with a need that rivals anything I’ve ever felt before. My heart swells inside my chest as our gazes clash. The pressure inside of me builds and builds, and still, he fucks me at the same speed, giving me just enough to keep me coming back for more.
His hot breath fans against my cheeks, and I watch as sweat beads his brow, his muscles are tight, his body rigid, and I know he’s holding back, but I don’t want him to. I want him to take me, own me, possess me.
“More,” I lift my hips beckoning him forward, begging for him to take me deeper.
“Can’t,” he grunts, shaking his head, his eyes fall closed, and I know he’s grappling for control.
“Please,” I beg, wanting, no,needinghim buried to the hilt.
“Rose…” it sounds as if he’s in pain, and I know if I want him to do this, I’ll have to force him. Lifting my hips at the same time, he pushes forward, the movement causes him to enter me deeper, pleasure pools deep in my gut at the feeling.
“Again,” I urge, wrapping my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass.
“I don’t want to hurt you. If I lose control, I could fuck you until you’re nothing more than a bloody mess against the sheets,” he grits but continues to hit that spot just a little deeper inside of me. A few more thrusts and butterflies are taking flight in my belly. Miles grips me with bruising force as he drives in and out, in and out, until we’re both falling apart.
Clenching around his length, I let the orgasm rip through me, destroying all my fears and worries. Miles explodes inside of me a few moments later, a slew of curses follow behind him as his chest rises and falls, pleasure filling his features. He holds himself up with one arm, keeping his weight off my body as his cock jerks inside of me, jets of hot semen fill my channel.
“Your pussy is so tight and small, it’s pushing my come out and down my cock,” Miles grumbles as he presses his face into the crook of my neck. “I want to mark you, but you can’t take all of me. I am just too big, too much for your tiny body.”
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, threading my fingers through his sweaty hair. A dull ache has formed between my legs, but it’s nothing I’d have ever expected it to be. Sex with Miles is indescribable.
Lifting his head, his eyes bleed into mine, “No, Rose, you’re perfect. I am a sinner, unworthy of someone like you, but you’re mine, and I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Only I will fuck you, taste your pussy, and show you pleasure. Only I will give you what your body craves and needs.”
Not that I understand what I’m feeling yet, but I agree with him. He saved me, and no one else is going to care for me as he has. “Yes… only yours, always yours,” I whisper against his clammy skin.
9
MILES
I’d had sex with many women in my life, but nothing measured up to what sex was like with Rose. I’d never felt so much passion or been so consumed with the need to care for the other person. For the last six hours, I’d watched her sleep. Her body tucked into mine, her cheek plastered to my chest. It took every morsel of control I had not to fuck her straight into the mattress again after coming inside of her last night.
The need to take from her, again and again, was all-consuming, like a raging beast that beat against my chest, begging to be set free. But I couldn’t, wouldn’t take from her. Remembering how she barely took my cock inside of her tight body made me shudder. I wanted her to take all of me but knew it would take patience, one thing I had never had to deal with before. Nothing is like I expected it to be with Rose.
Looking down at her naked body, I know I have to get out of this bed before I do something I may very well regret. Slowly, I untangle our limbs, listening as Rose mumbles incoherent words against the sheet. Slipping out of bed, I do my best to padacross the floor quietly, but when you’re as huge as I am, nothing is quiet.
The ache in my balls makes it hard for me to walk, and with my massive cock harder than stone, it might as well be a sword that I use to kill since it won’t be sinking inside Rose’s tight channel for some time.
Closing the bathroom door, I flick the light on and head for the shower. I turn the water all the way to hot, and then step beneath the spray. If I plan to get any fucking work done today, I’m going to have to use my hand and beat myself off because there won’t be finding any whores to fuck, not after what I did with Rose last night.
She is it for me, and as soon as I get my urges under control, all will be well between us. It’s controlling myself and being gentle that terrifies me the most.
Taking my cock into my hand, I squeeze the organ, a hiss expelling past my teeth.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I lean forward and rest my forearm against the tile. I stroke my cock hard and fast, remembering how good and tight I fit inside Rose. Fuck, I wish I was fucking her right now, instead of my hand.
My balls ache, begging for release as I pump faster and faster until pleasure and pain blend together. Thrusting my hips forward, I tighten my hold, squeezing tighter as I picture my hand as Rose’s snug little pussy.
So tight and warm.
