I reach for his arousal that’s still so big, so hard. The smooth heat of his helm pulsing with each beat of his heart that I know is just as big as the rest of him.
Despite his tough guy persona, or maybe because of it. Even his soft, tender side comes outta the box with a raging hard-on.
He growls low and that curling smile at the edge of his lip reassures me again. Those eyes on mine, making sure everything’s just right.
I shiver a ‘here goes nothing’ breath that turns into a purr once I feel his swollen smooth head pressing against my quivering lips.
My body readier than ever for him, my womb feeling like it’s already breathing a sigh of relief. Already hungry for the perfect seed from the perfect man to be planted.
I grip as much as I can of his tree trunk forearms, sliding my hands up and down them both.
Grateful when he eases some more of his weight onto me. That rock-hard physique hugged by my own softness, my curves I always thought were a bad thing melting into the ridges of his body like they were made just for him.
And as usual, Harry’s right.
We really are a perfect fit. Inside as well as out.
He eases himself in so slowly I feel myself wriggling, lifting my butt, and trying to take more of him. But he has the patience of a saint and the common sense of a big down there guy.
“I want all of it, Harry…,” I moan. “Give it to me….,” I call out loudly, thumping the matter with my hands balled into fists before they need to grab him again.
Which makes him smile.
Easing himself in a little further, my sex stretched so wide its already making me feel like I could come a river right now.
His hips slowly start to rotate and I reach for his arms again, needing to hang onto something.
My go-to Harry handle already making its way up inside of me.
And sensing this, he lowers himself over me some more as I hook my arms around his neck. Feeling him kiss me deeply as he redefines me one inch at a time until I’m clawing at his back.
Grunting and cursing.
Realizing that everything up ‘til now pales in comparison to just how good his dick feels inside me.
My dick now, and my pussy’s all his. Forever.
“You’re so fucking tight….,” he rasps, opening his mouth to say something but it’s clear he’s feeling the same as I am.
“Mine… My little virgin- Girl….,” he groans. And I wince a little before making a mewing sound.
His engorged member fills me entirely in one smooth movement.
A virgin no more, my womanhood clenches on his rigid cock. Pleased as much as I am that we not only made him fit, but we found a back room down there nobody ever really told me about.
The space deep inside me where every millimeter feels like a mile, and Harry’s lighting up every pleasure center from here to the next galaxy.
“You okay?” he whispers. My head jerks a series of nods as I try to communicate.
My real reply is when I start to move my hips in time with his.
Both of us find an instant rhythm that feels better and better with every stroke.
“Mmmmmmm,” I finally manage, breathing so hard I can hear my lungs whistle. The other sounds coming from me are from somewhere else.
Someplace deep inside that Harry finds and fills instantly. Making us both groan louder before he really lets me have his whole cock, balls deep.
Jesus Christ on a cross…How much more of him is there?