I’m writhing and frozen in the moment, the tip of him just inside me as my body struggles to adjust to this small bit of what is to come, but I want more. So much more. I shift my hips back as his hands come to grip them, holding me steady.
“No.” His voice is hard. “I’m taking you. Be still. Trust I know what’s best for you. For us. Even now.”
My body screams for more while the pulse of pain expands inside of me. My heart is whipping into a frenzy in my chest as my lust makes my skin ripple and my toes curl.
“That’s better.” His voice is low and deep as he begins to move, his thickness filling me, inch by inch, until I open my mouth to scream in pain and pleasure, but no sound comes.
His voice is a series of curse words, accented by the sweetest compliments, and as much as my own pleasure is a blossoming flower inside of me, it’s his pleasure that I crave. I want to feel his cum pulsing into me. Dripping from me. Soaking my panties for the day and knowing this man has given all to me, knowing that inside me part of him is growing into something that belongs to us, together.
Soon, it’s the slap slap slap of my ass against his body. I feel his balls swing forward and tease my clit with every thrust as he pulls my hips back over and over, my moans echoing out into the breeze.
All I wish for is to ease his hunger. To be the source of his lustful relief. His length fills me, so thick and hard that the pain mixes with the thrill of taking all of him. It makes me whimper and raise my ass, tipping my hips to feel the different sensations as I listen to his grunts of satisfaction.
“Such a good little slut for me. Play with your clit,” he orders, and through the fog I obey, bringing my hand down between my legs and rubbing the hard nub. His voice cuts through my lust, saying the most filthy, wonderful things. “My slut. My angel. My woman. You are mine now. Completely and forever. Do you hear that?” His voice hits me and I topple into an orgasm from which I’m not sure I will ever recover.
My own high-pitched moans mingle with his ragged, grunted breaths. I’m blind to everything else around me but the thickening cock that is stretching me until I cannot bear it another moment. I never thought of the word ‘service’ before when it came to sex, but in this instant, it’s clearer than anything else in my world.
I want to serve him. In any and every way that brings him pleasure. To know I’m the only one in this world that can give him this.
His fingernails rake up my back, and he gathers my hair once again in his hand, the other on my shoulder, holding my body still as he drives so deep I feel him in my belly. As he tugs on my hair, my back arches, my neck cracking as my head is pulled back.
“Beg for it. Beg for me to cum inside you. Beg for the honor of taking what you know you need.”
“Yes,” I manage, choking out the word as another orgasm is quickly building inside my core. “I want your cum. I want it inside me. Please, I’m begging…please.”
My entire body is trembling as Marshall’s cock thickens impossibly inside me.
“Your needy little cunt is sucking me off. Milking me. I’ve got what you need, little girl. Your tight little pussy will never be the same after this. That cherry is mine for all time. All of you belongs to me now. All. Of. You. Fuck, yes, I’m cumming. Jesus…what you do to me…”
I’m sobbing into the cushions, the pain and ecstasy too much for me to process as his hips ram into me once, twice, three more times then his pained roar fills the sky.
He comes so hard I feel each hot spurt, then almost immediately, his release begins to drip out and down my inner thighs.
I find my peak once again, screaming with him until my voice is raw and no more sound comes.
Marshall’s hands move to my hips, fingertips digging in as he pulls me back against him as tightly as two bodies can be, his cock jerking and draining inside of me.
“Fuck, Emmy. My beautiful little fuck doll.”
Marshall’s words are breathless as he holds himself deep, the fluids we released soaking me and the chaise below.
I have no voice left when he finally withdraws, another gush of wetness flowing out of me as he pulls me off my knees, flipping me over so he can lie next to me, my back to his heaving chest. Then he sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck, making me arch into him with a silent moan.