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His tongue dragged through my slit in one long, devastating stroke, lapping at my swollen clit with ruthless focus. The pleasure hit me like lightning. I cried out, my back bowing sharply off the mattress as my fingers twisted into the sheets.

He devoured me completely, sucking my clit between his lips, circling it with the flat of his tongue, then thrusting that wicked tongue deep inside me. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working me filled the room, mixing with my ragged moans. Every flick and suck wound the coil of pleasure tighter and tighter inside me until it finally shattered.

I came hard, my thighs clamping around his head as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. His name tore from my throat in a desperate sob, my body shaking uncontrollably beneath him.

When he finally rose over me, his mouth and chin glistened with my arousal. The sight of it sent another pulse of heat straight to my core. He captured my lips in a deep, possessive kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. I moaned into his mouth, clinging to him as if he were the only solid thing in a spinning world.

He pulled back just enough to reach for the nightstand. The drawer slid open with a quiet rasp. Foil crinkled between his fingers as he retrieved a condom. He paused there, holding it, his dark eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

“Do you want me to use this?” he asked.

I shook my head, my cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment and need. “No.”

His jaw tightened visibly. “Are you on birth control?”

“No,” I whispered, barely able to meet his gaze.

Richard’s eyes darkened with raw, undisguised hunger. He set the condom aside and leaned down, brushing his lips against mine in a teasing caress. “I’ll pull out. I promise. I won’t come inside you… unless you beg me to.”

The filthy promise sent a fresh rush of wetness flooding between my legs. My pussy clenched with anticipation, aching to be filled by him. He settled between my thighs and kissed me deeply. His thick cock nestled hot and heavy against my slick entrance, the broad head nudging my pussy and coating itself in my arousal.

He brushed my hair back from my flushed face with surprising gentleness and kissed me again. “Hold onto me, baby.”

I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I held on tight. He guided the head of his cock to my entrance and paused there, letting me feel the sheer size of him.

“Breathe for me,” he murmured against my lips.

I drew in a shaky breath, my entire body alive with need and nervous excitement. Every inch of me burned for him, for this handsome man who had somehow become my entire world.

He began to push inside me, inch by inch. The stretch was intense, a deep burning pressure that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. My virgin walls resisted at first, clenching tightly around his invading girth, but the overwhelming fullness felt so right. He groaned low in his throat, forehead pressed to mine, every muscle in his body locked with brutal restraint as my pussy squeezed him.

“Fuck… you’re so tight. You feel incredible,” he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

The burn was overwhelming. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in the crook of his neck, my nails raking down his back as I tried to breathe through the ache. Richard froze instantly, buried halfway inside me, his powerful arms trembling with the force of his self-control.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I shook my head fiercely and clung to him even tighter. “No. Please don’t stop. Just… wait. Give me a second.”

He stayed perfectly still, his thick cock throbbing deep inside my pussy, pulsing with heat and need. I could feel every inch of him stretching me open, pressing against my most sensitive spots.

He was holding back everything for me when he could have taken what he wanted so easily. The thought made my heart clench with something deeper than lust. I pressed my lips to his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, breathing in his scent.

After several long, tense moments, the sharp pain gradually eased into a dull, throbbing fullness. Beneath it, a new sensation bloomed: a raw, intimate stretch that made my body feel completely claimed by him. Pleasure began to seep in.

“Keep going,” I whispered against his throat.

His eyes met mine, dark and stormy with lust. “You sure?”

I nodded, rolling my hips. “Yes.”

He sank deeper with one slow, careful thrust, feeding another thick inch into my soaked heat. I winced, but he paused again, kissing me softly, until the discomfort melted into liquid warmth. Then he began to move, shallow gentle strokes at first that gradually worked me open around his impressive length. Each slide dragged against nerves I never knew existed, turning the ache into waves of slick, pulsing pleasure.

“Fuck, Samantha… you feel so good,” he groaned against my mouth. “So tight and wet for me.”

My face burned at his filthy words, but they only made me wetter. My hips started lifting to meet his thrusts, chasing more of that delicious friction. The pain faded further with every stroke until nothing remained but pure, overwhelming pleasure.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper. His pace built steadily, still controlled but growing deeper, more urgent. The sounds of him thrusting in me filled the room, mixing with our ragged breathing and the music in the background.