Page 24 of Tennessee Whiskey

She manages to tear her lips from mine and looks up at me with wild eyes. “Nick,” she pleads my name, her tiny hands gripping my biceps.

“I’ve got you kitten,” I tell her, stroking my hand over her hair, petting her, soothing her.

She whimpers as I press another inch into her. I feel the head of my shaft hitting her hymen, and I know the point of no return is upon us. I can either drag it out, pushing in slowly, which will probably be more painful for her considering my length and girth, or I can make the pain swift and tear through swiftly.

My balls are already churning, so I force myself to sit still for a moment as I drop kisses all over her face. “Sweet girl, beautiful girl,” I can’t stop raining praises on her. She the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen with her red curls splayed out all around the blanket, her lips red and swollen from my kisses, her eyes blue pools looking up at me trustingly and hesitantly.

I hate to hurt her, but I keep my eyes trained on hers as I pull back slightly and without any warning plunge the rest of the way into her. I’ll never forget the blue of her eyes as I took her for my own the first time.

She screams, her back arching up with the pain, but I capture her cries with my lips, swallowing them as I kiss her back into submission.

Her sweet cunt is squeezing me like a vice. She’s so fucking tight I feel like I’m going to pop already. I feel sweat starting to bead across my brow, and every muscle in my body is wound up tight with the effort I’m making to stay still to give her time to adjust to me.

Mine! my mind chants at me. I’m inside her now, connected to her in a way no one else will ever be.

“Tell me I can move now, Daisy,” I beg against her lips. I know it’s ironic as hell. I haven’t asked her permission for a damn thing since I’ve met her. I’ve railroaded her at every turn, but I want to know she wants this too. I don’t ever want her to be able to deny this moment.

“Yes,” she moans as she shifts her hips up to me, gasping when I slid inside her, creating a friction in a place where she’s never felt it before.

Thank God she said yes because that little moan is what does it. The thread I’m hanging by snaps, and I can’t stop myself from stroking in and out of her heat. I try to go slow with long, sensuous strokes, both to heighten her pleasure and prolong my own, but the beast takes over, and within minutes, I’m ramming into her as deep as I can get.

I grab her arms and legs and wrap them around me. “Hold onto me, baby,” I rasp at her before I plummet into her, pounding her as her cries echo around us, driving me onward.

“Mine!” I tell her in between thrusts. “Tell me you’re mine, Daisy.”

I know it’s wrong to try to elicit promises from her in the heat of the moment, but I don’t care. The need is too great, and I’m half-crazed with my lust. I can’t think straight. All I can do is feel her. See her. My entire world laid out before me.

I ram into her hard, prompting her again. “Say it,” I demand.

“Yours!” she finally screams as the first ripples of pleasure grip her. I can feel her pussy quivering around me.

“Who’s?” I prompt her again, stabbing her with shallow thrusts until she gives me what I want.

She sobs with need. She’s right there ready to tip over the precipice, but I won’t let her until she seals her fate to mine.

“What’s my fucking name?” I growl out. I want her to know exactly who the fuck is fucking her, who she belongs to until the end of time now. I’m holding back, but my own control is slipping.

“Nick!” she shouts. I pump as deep as I can into her, dragging my dick along her g-spot. She screams in pleasure. I feel her pussy quake as she falls apart in the throes of another orgasm.

“Damn right,” I grunt out. I’m right there with her.

My balls are tight. I feel them drawing up into me, and I look down into her eyes, wanting to memorize the look in them as I release myself into her for the first time, making her as mine forever.

I roar out her name as my release tears through me in the most blindingly intense orgasm of my life. My cocks swells as it dumps spurt after spurt of sperm into her. I don’t think I’ve ever come so much, especially after already coming before I ever got inside her.

I fall onto the blanket next to her, knowing that I’m too big to put the full force of my weight on her. I drag her limp form into my arms and cradle her against my chest while I catch my breath.

She feels so good, so right, in my arms.

I’m never letting her leave them.


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