Page 53 of Cedarwood Cabin

My heart races and I nod, biting my bottom lip and feeling scared. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. He moves his hand from my face as he guides himself.

I begin to shake as my nerves get the better of me. “Relax, Flora,” Dax whispers. Slowly, he begins to thrust his hips forward, his cock inching into my pussy. I feel a mixture of pain and pleasure as he enters me.

A loud gasp escapes my lips as my pussy adjusts to his size.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any signs of discomfort.

“Mhmm.”

Fuck. His cock is big!

I feel deep pressure and my pussy stretches as he penetrates me. Dax’s hips move slowly with each thrust. I feel myself relaxing more, the pain gradually giving way to pleasure.

“Ok. I’m gonna move a little faster now,” Dax whispers

I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer and inviting him deeper. His pace quickens.

Moaning loudly, I’m unable to hold back. “Dax. Dax.”

“You’re so tight. You’re making me want to come,” he groans in my neck.

I arch my back, meeting his thrusts. My hands grip the sheets beneath me as I lose myself. The room fills with the sounds of my wet pussy and moans. I let go of the sheets and cling to him.

I feel Dax's hands under my back as he flips me over, positioning me on top of him. Straddling him now, I look down and notice a bit of blood on the base of his cock. My heart skips a beat and I let out a huge gulping sound.

“Oh–” I start to say, my voice sounding scared.

“It’s okay,” he reassures me.

Before I can process his words, he thrusts his hips up, catching me off guard. I throw my head back, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as a cry escapes my lips. “Dax!”

His hips thrust hard, his stiff cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and our bodies move closer.

Dax catches his breath and flips me over again. I lie on my back with my head pressed into the pillow.

I can feel my pussy tightening around his cock, each thrust making me quiver.

“I’m going to come, Flora,” he grunts.

His hips pound into me over and over. I can feel his balls hit against my skin.

“Dax!” I cry out in pleasure.

His body collapses onto mine as he comes, our bodies sticking together with sweat. He lifts his head, eyes locking onto mine as he strokes my face.

He leans in and kisses me tenderly, his lips meeting mine. “I want this every night, Dax,” I confess, my voice shaking.

“That good?” he teases, chuckling with a smirk on his face.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Only if you want to, Flora.”

Yes, it hurt. But fuck, it felt incredible. Dax is amazing.

“Okay, I’m going to pull out. It might hurt,” he warns, his eyes filling with concern.

He eases himself out of me and I feel a slight pressure and discomfort. I look down and see a trace of blood on the sheets beneath me and on the condom. A mix of emotions floods me—satisfaction, vulnerability, and a lingering ache.

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