Clothed, he’s incredibly handsome, rumpled with his cock out the way he was at the club he’s delicious, but like this he’s beyond gorgeous. His chest is broad and lightly furred with dark auburn hair over his many tattoos, his arms thick and rippling with muscle and more tattoos, his waist tapering down into ridged abs and deep v-lines that lead to that perfectly long, thick cock jutting out, straight and hard, his swollen head now dripping arousal that slides down his shaft. His thighs are muscled and powerful, his ass perfectly round and waiting for me to grab it as he thrusts into me, and I can feel myself aching with the kind of desire that I’m suddenly terrified that one night can’t satisfy.
My pussy clenches as Connor wraps his fist around his cock, his eyes piercing mine. “I know I’m big, princess,” he says, his voice slightly gentler than it was a moment ago. “I’ll try to make sure it doesn’t hurt you too much, this first time.”
He spreads me wide with one broad hand, his fingers gently dipping inside as he strokes himself with his other hand. Two fingers feel impossibly big, and I feel a sudden cramp of fear low in my belly at what his cock will feel like.
“It will be difficult to take at first,” Connor says gruffly, as if he saw the fear on my face, and I see his cock throb in his fist, “but before we’re done, I’ll have you screaming for more, princess.”
This is turning him on,I realize. The idea of being the first, of stretching my tight pussy with his huge cock and making me take him, it’s testing the very limits of his control. That thought turnsmeon, and I suddenly want very much to break the little control he has left.
“I’m not afraid of it,” I tell him archly, tilting my chin as I writhe a little on his fingers. “I want it, Connor. I wantallof it.”
“Christ,” he swears, his hips jerking forward as his fist clenches around his length. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Saoirse—”
“You said that once before in the club,” I remind him. “And I liked it,” I add in a silky whisper, and I see his jaw clench.
“Ah, you’re going to get fucked, princess,” Connor growls, his fingers pushing into me an inch deeper before he suddenly yanks them free, his muscled bulk stretching over me as I feel his swollen cockhead pushing against my entrance where they were. “And I’m going to fucking enjoy being the first.”
I cry out when he pushes the head inside of me. I can’t help it. There’s a sudden sharp, burning pain, the feeling of being stretched wide as he shoves forward another inch, and I can feel him shuddering as his hands grab my hips, holding me still underneath him.
“Fuck,” he swears, his entire body trembling with effort. “You’re so fucking tight—Christ. I’ll go slow, Saoirse. I’ll hurt you otherwise, even though I want—” his blue eyes, slightly glassy, refocus on mine with a fierce heat that almost frightens me. “You feel so fucking good. I want to tear you open with my cock—I want to fuck you until you scream—but I won’t hurt you, Saoirse.” His hands convulse on my hips, and I see a strange glimmer of something that’s almost tenderness in his eyes, just a flicker of it, so briefly that I have to wonder if I saw it at all. “I won’t hurt you.”
“It only hurts a little,” I whisper, wriggling under him. “And I want more.”
Connor’s eyes close as he bites back a moan, pushing in another inch. Idowant more. I feel like I’m on fire, burning around the inexorable stretch of his cock, but I can feel that behind that is pleasure, and I want it. I arch upwards, spreading my thighs wider, trying to take more of him as he pushes forwards inch by inch, the burning pain increasing with every bit.
“Oh fuck, Connor, justdoit!” I bite out, unable to stand the inching any longer, the teetering sensation of pain that’s almost pleasure, as if he’s ripping a bandaid off in increments. “Fuckme!”
He shudders, and then one hand leaves my hip, his fingers tangling roughly in my hair and pulling the pins holding my curls back loose as his mouth crashes down onto mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth—and his cock into my pussy.
I scream against his lips, a sound of pain and pleasure wrapped into one, my entire body shuddering as he thrusts into me to the hilt, splitting me open and carving his way into my body as my legs wrap around his hips and I arch upwards.
“I tried to go slow,” Connor mutters, his lips still pressed against mine. “You couldn’t fucking make it easy, could you—fuckyou feel good—”
His words devolve into a groan as he moves, thrusting, the short hair around his cock brushing over my throbbing clit, the flexing muscles of his pelvis grinding against it, pushing me towards another climax as his cock stimulates places inside of me that I never knew could feel so good. It feels strange, a painful invasion, my inner walls rubbed raw by the relentless thrust of his massive cock, but it feelsgood, too. His hips buck against me, his mouth claiming mine over and over again with rough kisses as his hands find my breasts, my waist, my hips, squeezing and groping and rubbing as I arch and gasp against him, all pretense of a cold loveless coupling lost in the straining, sweaty heat of our bodies.
“I want to come again,” I pant. I can feel myself on the edge of it, my clit stimulated to frustration by the grinding press of our two bodies, but every time I feel close, the too-full, raw sensation of his cock inside of me stops it. I’m swinging rapidly between pleasure and pain, and I want to almost cry with my need. “Make me come again before you do.”
“You just can’t fucking say please, can you?” Connor kisses me again, roughly, and for a moment I think he’s going to deny me, but then he reaches between us, his fingers rubbing over my aching clit as he thrusts harder inside of me. “Better hurry up, princess,” he purrs against my ear. “Because I’m about to fill you up with my cum, and I’m not going to wait for you.”
Something about that snaps the taut, pulling thread inside of me. “Connor! Ohfuck,Connor—“ I scream his name as his fingers press roughly against my clit, my legs tightening around his hips as I buck upwards, writhing on his cock as he makes me come hard, and I see the victorious look on his face as he surges forward, leaning back as he grabs my hips in both hands again to pump himself wildly inside of me.
“That’s right—” he groans, his back arching, every powerful muscle flexed as his piercing gaze holds mine. “Myfucking pussy—I’m going to fucking fill it up with my—fucking—cum—” Connor snarls the last words, his face taut with pleasure, and he looks savage in that moment, primal, tattooed and muscled as he fucks me hard, my virginity nothing more than a memory as he takes me with his cock, and I feel the first hot rush of his cum filling me as he roars out his pleasure.
Seeing him come is hotter than I’d ever imagined it could be. His muscles are rigid, his cock throbbing inside of me as it pulses with each spurt, his hips jerking as he clings to me, filling me with the heat of it as he comes inside of me. I arch my back, writhing on him, grinding into him as my pussy tightens around his length, and the sound that Connor makes is almost animal as he holds himself inside of me as deeply as he can go.
“You like that, don’t you?” he rasps, holding me down on his cock so I can’t move, his erection still solid inside of me. “You like feeling your pussy full of my cum.”
He pulls free, moaning with the sensation of it. I start to move, but before I can, a wicked gleam fills Connor’s eyes and he spears me with two fingers, holding me impaled on his hand as he looks down at me.
“I hope you like it,” he growls, pushing his fingers inside of me. “Because I’m going to fill this pussy up over and over until you give me a baby, Saoirse. Mine is the only cock that’s going to fill you, until you do your part.” He adds a third finger as I moan, feeling him pushing his cum deeper inside of me, his thumb rubbing over my clit. “You’re going to take every drop I have for you, until you keep your part of our bargain. Whenever I want to give it to you. Understand, my littlequeen?”
Breathlessly, I nod, feeling the pleasure coil inside of me again as he thrusts his fingers into me, rubbing my clit fiercely.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now come for me, Saoirse. I want you to orgasm on my fingers, just like this, while I can feel how full you are.”
Oh my god.The orgasm crashes over me instantly, as if he summoned it, my body clenching down around his three fingers as I claw at the duvet, whimpering and crying out as I shudder with pleasure. He thrusts his fingers deeper, pushing his cum into me as I clamp around him, pulling at them, and I want him to keep going, to never, ever stop.
Whenever I want to give it to you.