“What should I do?” I whisper.
“Lie back, Kyra. And grab those perfect fucking tits for me.”
I do as my man says, lying against the blankets, feeling them tickle my bare back as my hands rise to my breasts. That command, at least, is easy to follow.
I grind my hands into my tits, pushing them together, softly tweaking my nipples. The sensation is out of this world, making my skin feel even hotter and more sensitive.
My man walks to the end of the bed, stroking a hand up and down his imposing shaft, spreading that dollop of precome all over his length until the entire thing is glistening.
Then he climbs onto the bed. I part my legs instinctively, biting down to stop myself from blurting the word stop.
I don’t want him to stop, but he’s just so unbelievably huge. I can’t see any way I’m going to be able to take him.
He leans down, propping himself up with his powerful hands. I let go of my breasts and claw onto his arms, digging my fingernails into the unyielding muscle there.
He’s so firm, my fingernails bending against him.
“You’re beautiful, Kyra.”
He kisses me, pushing his lips forcefully against mine. I taste myself as our mouths open and our tongues come together, the tips clashing and dancing together, driving an even more intoxicating sensation around my body.
Reaching down, he guides the helm of his length to my hole.
I whimper through the kiss, our teeth clicking together as I falter. He feels so big. My hole protests as he begins to slowly inch inside me.
I break off the kiss, needing to focus on the feeling of his cock prying my lips apart.
He grunts as he pushes forward.
He pushes his length inside of me, my hole expanding to let him in. But I’m squeezing onto him so freaking tightly. He’s only pushed the tip in – at least I think so – and my body already feels full.
His growls turn feral as he continues to thrust forward, pushing slowly deeper and deeper. The walls of my sex buzz and tingle, as inch by fiery inch he enters me.
Once he’s buried in me up to the hilt I stare up at him, at his twisted lips, his heaving chest, as though he’s on the verge of letting out a howl.
“You’re so big,” I whisper, as tears rise to my eyes.
He kisses my cheek with surprising tenderness. “Your body wants this. Your body needs this. We’re going to have a family together.”
“Hmm,” I croak. “I want that so freaking badly.”
“Then take it,” he growls.
Slowly the discomfort in my core fades away and a deep consuming pleasure takes its place. I slide my hands from his arms, clawing them down his back. His muscles rippling beneath my touch, tight and taut.
I moan as I start to buck my hips the same way I did when he went down on me.
I hope I’m doing it right, but then I don’t have to hope anymore because his moans tell me everything I need to know.
And then he begins to move with me.
“Show me how hard and fast you can take it,” he growls. “I don’t want to hurt you… but let me know the fucking second you’re ready to take it hard, like the good girl you are.”
I bite my lip, nodding, finding speech difficult as the tempting feeling spreads across my lower half. My toes curl and my lips grow hot and needy. The blankets grind against my back as he slides out of me, watching me as though gauging my reaction, and then slipping back inside again.
We rock together I’m not sure how long.
Time doesn’t matter as we sink into our pleasure. He draws his cock out of me, teasing me with his helm, leaving me feeling empty, needing him to be inside of me again. Any hint of pain or unease is gone.
“Fuck me, Kayden,” I whisper.
He picks up speed, his slick cock slipping in and out, in and out. The walls of my pussy are on fire, or his cock is on fire… or both. Flames lick at my skin as an inferno rages inside me.
My belly warms with pleasure as he moves even faster.
He snarls and arches his back, driving deep, our sexes making wet noises as our skin slaps together.
“Fuck, fuck,” he snarls. “I can’t… hold back…”
At first, I think he means he’s going to come, and part of me protests at that. Part of me cries out no, no. We're only just getting started.
But then he makes his true meaning apparent.
He explodes into the next thrust.
I gasp as his body collides into mine, his cock hammering into me, the tip of his cock crashing against a sensitive spot inside of me.
He leans back, staring down at my swaying breasts as he pounds into me.
All I can do is bounce in time with his thrusts, holding onto that feeling of ecstasy, that burning pulsing need that continues to grow in my core. He grunts and grinds somehow deeper into me.