“There,” he said softly. “Now, let me explore you fully.”
A fresh rise of adrenaline flooded her belly and created a storm of flutters there. The energy pumping around her body continued to direct its flow to her pussy, giving her the mettle she needed. She mustn’t lose her confidence.
Her lips trembled and he brushed his mouth over them. “Sh. You’re doing good, Zara. I’m not going to punish your pussy. This isn’t about your punishment.”
Words of comfort, reassurance that his purpose was honorable and not judgmental. She needed to hear them and they gave her a resurgence of trust. She hooked her ankles around his waist and nodded.
He thrust again, this time deeper. Again, the pinch, the stab, but it quickly translated into a different sensation. Rather like when he blew on her clitoris, it excited nerve endings she’d never known she had.
“Oh, my,” she groaned.
He grinned. “Again?”
“Yes, please.”
He withdrew almost fully, then thrust again. The formula repeated itself.
She tucked her arms around his shoulders, dug in her fingernails and allowed him the joy of fucking her for the first time. He started to use the full length of his rod, stroking her insides with it until the bulb hit harder. A new sensation of pain among the pleasure. The two seemed to feed off each other, as long as the former wasn’t unbearable, and it wasn’t. It was perfectly in tune with her emotional state.
He thrust, paused, withdrew, and repeated. On and on. He kept the pace the same, neither leisurely nor fast. He didn’t pound or pummel, but neither did he tease her with unsatisfactory dips. The weight of his body was lifted high above her. Galen demonstrated his strength by letting her see his stomach muscles flex, his shoulders and elbows rise and fall while never allowing her to be crushed. As for her feeble body, she managed to keep her wobbly legs in position, but as the minutes multiplied, she began to struggle.
“I… my…” she gasped, unable to articulate anything sensible.
“Come for me,” he rasped.
Come! She was excited, dazzled by his generosity, but an orgasm wasn’t there, not when she battled to keep position.
He paused, and looked down from where he’d been gazing to a distant point in the room. Her tattoos were dark, but had lost the blackness of deep saturation.
“My legs,” she said apologetically. She didn’t want him to stop.
He withdrew, and with a few swift movements, she found herself astride him, and his cock upright before her.
“Ride it. You may use it to help you come. This way I can watch you.” He supported her waist as she rose above the head of his cock.
She had an idea, something that she knew would bring her closer to completion. “Please, may I suck it first?”
He grinned. “Sure.”
She shuffled down between his legs and knelt. Lowering her mouth over his glans, she licked, then coiled her tongue around it. The pre-cum tasted good. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide—it had to be as wide as she could open—and swallowed what she could. It was more than what she thought possible. Somehow, her brain had disconnected her gag reflex. Drawing in her cheeks, she sucked. She felt the ripple of his veins swell as she held her breath.
Hold it, hold it! She released his cock and flung her head back, gasping for air to combat the dizziness.
“Again, for me,” he growled.
The urgency in his voice was back. He’d not used it since they entered his room, now she longed to hear it drum in her ears. A demanding tone, one that she must obey or face the consequences. He promised not to punish her with his body, but in its place, she craved the words he spoke when he showed his dominance, his control over her. She realized, being his submissive was a necessity. When he commanded her, she lusted for more of him. Without that dominance, she would wither and fail.
She swept her hair out of her face, so he could see her face and lips. She deliberately hesitated—her mouth stopping short of touching his smooth glans.
“Zara,” he said softly. His face was set in stone, unwavering. She couldn’t take her e
yes of it. “Do as you’re told.”
There it was again—her heartbeats thrumming in her throat, the spike of excitement, trepidation, but not fear. She maintained the pause, milking it, knowing it would force him to respond, to take action and intervene, and he did. He grasped her tempting locks of hair, bundled them into a knot and dragged her head down onto his cock.
“Suck,” he commanded.
She did, greedily, as if she’d never fed on it before. When she spluttered and coughed, he allowed her up for air. Then down again, and again. Over and over. He maintained the rhythm, directing her with his voice and hands, until suddenly he jerked his hips upward. He produced a low rumble in his throat as he came. The spurt of liquid filled her mouth and slid down her throat.