Page 48 of To Tame An Angel

He didn’t respond, but his cock remained erect.

Once I was satisfied with how well prepared it was, I looked down between his legs. His hole is still relaxed, but it’s curling a little into itself, second guessing its ability to handle my cock.

“Wider, darling.”

He grunted as he tried to do as he was told. He wasn’t very flexible but when I lift his sack, he bit his lip. I press the phallus carefully against his nervous little hole. I look up at him to make sure he was still with me.

I offered him my hand, and he snatched it, his fingers gripped me in a tight grip.

“Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you,” I ordered.

We stared at one another as I pushed in a little. His hole hesitated, quickly changing its mind. He flinched, lips thinning.

“Breathe and relax. Can you do that for me, my angel?” I cooed.

He couldn’t speak. His cock bounced on his stomach, and I slowly stoked the underside as I pushed in.

I felt his hole bloom open as the tip entered him, stretching him around my cock. His eyes widened and his breath almost became erratic. I took a moment to delight as my cunt dripped with lust because I know his discomfort was temporary and he’ll adjust. He was open for me, trying to please me, allowing me to fuck him.

It was a beautiful thing.

Grasping his cock, I began stroking him, allowing him to get used to the sensations overwhelming him. His eyes fluttered, and he threw his head back, his fingers still capturing mine.

Another little push and I yanked at his cock, pressing against the underside of the head.

“Nalla wait–”

“Relax, allow me in, the pleasure will be unexplainable…” I whispered.

His hand tightened, as if bracing himself, as he nodded. I pushed further in.

“Fuck!” His yelp is sharp as his body swallowed the phallus whole.

CHAPTER TWENTY

TANNOR

I knew dimly that she caressed my balls and whispered my name. If I were to look up, I’m certain I’d see my traitorous cock weeping thick milky white.

But in my head all I can think about is that I underestimated my ability to handle cock. Her cock. She’s in me and it’s the most intimate act I’ve ever experienced. Like I’m attached to something which cannot be severed.

“What good boy you are, all fuckable and open for me.” A caress of her nimble fingers. “Hard for me, desperate for me.”

Her words have me rabid, torn between my wish to refute them and my desperation to bask in her praise, lap it up and memorize it in case she ever leaves me. So I can replay it over and over in my mind. The phallus didn’t feel particularly good, but there was a slow pleasure it created that left me floundering with conflicting feelings. But it wasn’t the phallus itself which intoxicated my senses, it was the entire act. This woman was fucking me into the bed. She shifted, sending a spark of pain, then she pushed forward, forward–forward FUCK! Until her skin was flushed against mine. Until the warmth of her cunt caressed my skin.

I was breathless and my tight hold on her fingers was the only thing keeping me sane. All I could feel was her–one hand clasping my hand and the other my cock, then the shaft in me, pushing my canal to the limit.

“You took it all, my angel.”

Sharp shards of pleasure drum from within. Pleasure has only ever come from my cock, so to feel it emanating from the inside out is something I couldn’t put into words. I was nearly delirious.

“Talk to me, Tannor. How does it feel?”

I licked my lips. “There’s pain, but it’s like a soreness. Like stretching, like a day-old bruise.”

Nalla brought my hand up to her lips as we stared at one another. She had me. She wouldn’t let anything happen that I don’t want. Hesitantly, I nod. She was delighted and my stomach erupted in cheers at her happiness. She pulled back a little and moved forward. I flinched, that wide stretching that burned, but it was a quick second before it pressed against that bud within.

I gasped, my eyes rolling closed.

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