That slows my ascent to the second peak as worry nips at me.
“Will it hurt?” I ask, my voice small. “I’ve never…”
He rubs my g-pot ruthlessly. “Mine,” he growls. “All mine.”
I shudder at the possessive words, but not in fear. Another orgasm wracks me in response.
I want to be his.
I want him to be mine.
“I would never hurt you,” he swears over my sharp cry of bliss. “Never. Relax for me.”
A third finger penetrates me, stretching me wide. I’m almost unbearably full, but the slight discomfort is achingly erotic.
He continues to torment my nipples, and I clamp down on his fingers.
“One more,” he commands.
I’m helpless against his sensual onslaught. I’ll obey any order. I’ll give him anything he wants, if only he keeps granting me this painful pleasure.
My breath hitches as my clit becomes overly sensitive, and he slowly withdraws his touch.
For a moment, I’m bereft at the loss, but then I hear the sound of foil tearing: a condom.
He’s going to fuck me now.
He’s going to claim me.
I arch my back, silently conveying that I’m more than ready for him.
His body settles over mine again, blanketing me in comfort. He brushes my hair back from my sweat-dampened brow.
“I can’t last long.” He says it like an apology. “I want you too damn badly.”
He’s already given me more than enough orgasms. I don’t need to come again. I just needhim.
“Take me,” I beg. “Make me yours.”
His powerful muscles shake around me, and his cock nudges at my pussy. I part my legs wider, encouraging him to slide inside me.
The tip of his shaft penetrates me, and I’m grateful that he took the time to prepare me. He’s huge, and the sensation of him filling me up makes me squirm beneath him; I’m not sure if I’m trying to evade him or to get closer.
“I’ve got you,” he promises through gritted teeth. “You can take me. You were made for me.”
He settles deep inside me, and a feral sound rumbles from his chest as he goes still. My inner walls clench around him, struggling to accommodate his cock. He hisses in response, but he holds himself back, allowing me time to adjust.
By the time he withdraws and thrusts back into me gently, there’s no pain.
“Are you alright?’ His voice is guttural, but I understand him.
“Yes,” I moan. “It feels good. You feel so good inside me.”
“Fuck!” His cock jerks. “I’m going to lose it if you keep talking to me like that.”
“Do it,” I challenge. “Lose control. Fuck me.”
He thrusts, and I gasp as my entire body rocks with the force of it.
