Page 263 of Remy

I’d drag my balls through broken glass for the mere opportunity. I’d father her children. I’d make her my wife.

“You can’t get me pregnant.” Her voice is breathy. “I’m on the pill.”

I guess that’s a bonus for now, but filling her with my babies is definitely an urge I could explore.

“Do it” is all I can say.

My impatience is excruciating. The way she stares hungrily at my dick is too much of a fucking thrill.

I’m already seeping at the tip.

“Will you talk me through it?” She releases my shaft and rises above me, her expression gaining an apprehensive edge as she discards a pair a black lace panties, then plants her knees on the mattress beside my hips. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re going to be so fucking good at this, Ollie. Just take your time and guide my cock to that sweet pussy.”

She swallows and reclaims my length, tilting it toward her.

“Now rub me against your slit. Show me how wet you are.”

Her breath hitches as my tip presses into her. It’s the slightest touch. An excruciating tease. Then she’s dragging me back and forth along her slickness, drenching my crown with her need.

“Good girl,” I groan. “You’re so fucking ready for me.”

She nods. Pants. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I’m all yours. Sink down on me.”

Her exhale is ragged. Shaky.

She’s nervous.

“There’s no rush.” I fight against temptation, my palms sweating. What I wouldn’t give to tear that blouse and expose her tits. To force her mouth to mine as I thrust balls deep. But we can do all that when she’s ready.

She won’t get another first.

She slowly lowers, the tight grasp of her cunt fitting perfectly around me.

I tense my muscles. Clench my teeth.

She’s so perfect, I can’t fucking take it.

“Just like that, Pyro.” My tone is guttural. “Keep sinking onto my dick. You feel incredible.”

“You’re bigger than my toys.” She latches onto my shoulders, lowering farther.

“Go slower. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt.” She meets my eyes, her nails digging into my skin. “I’m enjoying how you stretch me.”

Fuck.

My pulse thrums in my gut. My thighs. My groin.

Every nerve tingles with a heightened sense of her as she continues to lower, inch by agonizing inch, until she’s fully seated.

I groan at the perfection.

She whimpers, rocking her hips, beginning to gently ride.

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