No part of me wanted to hurt her.
Her tongue flicked around my cock, and I pushed in deeper. When she gagged, I backed off just enough for her to calm herself, but that didn’t stop me from picking up the pace. Soon enough, all she had to do was suckle me as I fucked her throat, her whines and cries only serving to make my cock harder than I’d ever felt in my life.
I could have come long ago, but I held that back too, wanting to savor every single second of this first time for her. The wet sounds echoed around us, which made her blush at the same time that it made me want to fuck her even harder.
If her mouth felt this good, I bet her pussy would be even better.
I groaned as she suckled harder, and my entire cock throbbed so fiercely that my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I looked down, seeing what appeared to be anxious desperation in her doe eyes.
Was her mouth getting sore? Did her throat hurt?
Good.
“I’m not done with you yet, Kasia. I’m enjoying this pretty mouth for as long as I like,” I growled, and she whimpered around my cock. She tried to pull back, but I didn’t allow it. I gripped her hair tighter and reached down, capturing one of those pebbled nipples with my fingers and pinching it roughly. She yelped and I shoved my cock in deeper.
She would take what I gave her unless she wanted a very sore little pussy by the time I was done with her.
When I released her nipple, I watched it darken in color as the blood rushed back to it. Her pain was written all over her face, but in the seconds following I saw what I knew would come.
Her arousal was stronger than the pain by at least twofold, if not three. She would protest at every turn, but we both knew that her pussy would be much wetter after the harsh bite of a little pain.
I fucked her mouth for a while longer, enjoying her delicious cries and even more intoxicating moans, all muffled by my cock. The tight ring of her throat was the most decadent feeling in the world, and a part of me wished I could enjoy it for the rest of the day, if not all night.
Her eyes had started to water.
I’d pushed her far enough.
“I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow everything I give you like a good girl. If you don’t, that little pussy is not only going to sting from my hand, but from my belt too.”
She shuddered hard, her fingers squeezing her thighs. She was fighting it, but if I gave her permission to touch herself right now, she’d probably come so hard and fast that it would surprise even her.
She hadn’t earned the privilege of orgasm just yet.
I gripped her head harder and started fucking her roughly, finally allowing myself to let go completely. She wailed around my cock, but I was close enough that her cries made me so hard I thought I would burst. My cock throbbed several times and I roared, my pleasure surging forward from the base of my spine.
My pelvis jerked cruelly into her mouth as the first spurt of my seed pelted the back of her throat. She balked at first and I couldn’t look away as she struggled to cope with taking a man’s seed in her mouth for the very first time.
It was even more magnificent than I could have ever hoped for.
I didn’t stop until it felt like the entirety of my balls had emptied into her throat. I felt the muscles working around me to swallow every last drop.
In those moments, I knew that I would never let her go. Not now. Notever.
She was mine for the taking.
With a groan, I slowly pumped in and out of her mouth, enjoying the tired swirling of her tongue around me. Eventually, I pulled back enough, and she lapped at the head of my cock without needing to be told.
A perfect fucking angel.
My angel.
Mine.
CHAPTER6
Kasia
I kneeled there before him with my head reeling. Nothing I did could make the storm of emotions inside me stop whirling around, so I leaned forward and rested my cheek against his thigh. My cheeks and my lips were beyond sore, as was the back of my throat. I’d wrestled with panic time and time again as his cock had pushed past my muscles enough to choke me. There had been a few moments that I’d struggled to breathe before I remembered to draw in air through my nose. It had been difficult, but a part of me was proud of myself in the end.