“You should know something, though,” he said more softly now, and I turned my head so that I could see his face. I lifted my gaze to his, curious now.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You should know that even though it’s your first time, I’m not going to be gentle. When I fuck you, it’s going to be rough. It’s going to hurt, but I’m willing to bet that’s going to make you come hardest of all,” he stated.
I couldn’t bear to say it out loud, but I was almost one hundred percent certain that he was right.
His other hand traced up and down the ridges of my spine, teasing and taunting before I heard him rustling with his belt. A pang of nervous energy rattled through me, and I almost pushed myself off the bed, but his hand returned to what felt like its rightful place at the upper cusp of my back. His calm energy flowed into me, and I settled into the bed.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. I bit my lower lip in order to keep myself quiet when the rough pads of his fingers slid in between my legs and traced along my slickened folds. I was absolutely drenched for him.
I blushed, feeling bashful.
“I like that you’re soaked for me, angel. That makes my cock that much harder,” he whispered. He leaned over me, and the blazing hot line of his cock pressed against my backside. I sucked in a breath, taken aback by the heat of it.
He was also rock hard.
I rocked my hips up, tentatively offering up myself for him. He leaned forward over me, still teasing me with his fingers. When he started to tease my clit, I jerked away for a second at the unexpected jolt in sensation. Soon enough though, the shock of that faded away and the only thing left was sheer pleasure.
I lost track of how many times he circled my needy bud. I couldn’t keep still. My hips bucked, riding his fingers as the prospect of another orgasm loomed. I bit back a moan, edging closer and closer until he pulled his hand away.
I was just about to cry out at his cruel denial, but then the head of his cock slid along my pussy. He teased my clit with his iron length, pumping back and forth slowly enough to drive me mad. When I tried to angle my hips so that he’d finally slide inside me, he seemed to be ready for it. He almost seemed to know how I was going to move before I did.
It was maddeningly arousing.
I didn’t know how much more teasing I could take and still he continued, pushing that boundary by leaps and bounds until I was practically quaking. With a harsh cry, I gripped the sheets and lifted my hips that much higher.
“Please,” I pleaded. My desperation was shamefully clear.
He cocked his hips back a bit, lining himself up with my entrance. Taken aback by sudden nervousness, I gasped, and he gripped me a bit tighter.
“Bite the bed if you need to, angel. This next part is going to hurt,” he warned.
He started slowly, pressing the thick head of his cock into me bit by bit. The first inch stretched me open far wider than I anticipated, and I cried out a little at the burning ache that came with it. His cock didn’t only feel like it was penetrating me. This felt like he was claiming me.
He worked his cock inside me, moving back and forth a little at a time until his fingers dug into my back, and he jerked his hips forward, finally sinking himself all the way in.
My mouth opened in a silent scream as a bright white sheet of agony washed over me. My legs quivered and my core spiraled tight. Every muscle in my body clamped down and a soft breathy cry finally escaped me.
He stayed still for several moments, letting me experience how very full I was of his cock. My inner walls squeezed around him, and I was unsure if my body was trying to force him out or take him in that much deeper.
Gradually, the pain from the taking of my virginity began to quell, fading away until all that was left was a throbbing need. I closed my mouth, starting to lose control of myself. I wanted more, needed more.
He took his time and when he finally pulled back, I sighed with relief and hoped that my prolonged torture was finally coming to an end.
He was finally going to fuck me.
With bated breath, I tensed for what felt like forever until he slammed back inside me. All the air rushed from my lungs as my body twisted with the familiar pain of my first taking along with the pleasurable bliss I’d known was there all along.
His fingers wound around my shoulder, digging into my flesh as he used my body for his own leverage. His pelvis slapped against my bare backside as he burrowed his cock into me over and over again.
I had thought I’d known what pleasure felt like before this.
It was nothing like that.
Pleasure and pain twisted into one intoxicatingly consuming sensation that refused to let me go no matter how much I writhed and cried out. I drowned in it, taken hostage by that devastating bliss like a sudden storm ripping through me. Waves of passionate need crashed over me, one after the other until I was so taken in by it that I barely even remembered my own name.
The only thing that mattered was his cock, driving in and out of me so hard that my entire body began to twist with pain.