Page 228 of Barbi and the Villain

His thumb caresses my lips, prying them open to inspect that I have, indeed, swallowed.

“Good girl,” he whispers with a wink.

“You…liked it?” I ask in a low voice, needing more validation–needing to know he enjoyed it as much as I did.

“I fucking loved it. If I didn’t know, I would have never thought this was your first time.” He pauses. “It is, isn’t it?” He narrows his eyes.

I nod.

“Of course it is,” I huff aloud, rolling my eyes. “I’ve never even seen a…cock in person before today.”

“Good.” He nods, satisfied. “That is good. You are mine, Barbi. This body is mine and only mine, understood?”

“Yes. I am yours. Only yours.”

A smile curves up his lips as he flips me on my back, pushing my legs open and sliding between them.

“So soon?” My eyes widen. “Don’t you need time to…you know…recover?”

He smirks.

“You forget what I am, Barbs,” he murmurs. “I am a wicked demon who is about to have his way with you.”

As my eyes dip to his cock, I see that he is hard once more, blood staining his shaft and balls. He grips himself tightly as he rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance. He traces the outline of my sex, finding me even more drenched than before.

He lets out a low hum of approval.

“Fuck, you are so hot,” he mutters under his breath as he mixes our juices together.

He slides his cock along the seam of my lips, eliciting low mewling sounds from me.

The fear from before is all but gone. He can split me in two all he wants as long as he takes me, ruts me, fucks me, does anything he wants with me. I don’t even know where all these thoughts are coming from, but there is something inside of me that craves everything he has to give me.

“Do it,” I tell him. “Take me.”

I don’t say it aloud, but he knows it.

Give me the pleasure and the pain!

“Patience.” He chuckles.

He strokes me lightly, his thumb on my clit as he aligns the head of his cock to my entrance. Slowly, he pushes in.

My pulse quickens.

The mark on my chest heats up, creating an ungodly glow, one that’s mirrored by his own mark.

There’s a stinging sensation as he stretches me, inching his way inside as he continues to pet my clit.

I squirm against him. The pain is there, but it’s not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I am more annoyed at his slowness.

“Nyk, please,” I whimper as I cant my hips so he can slide inside me faster.

“Tell me when it hurts,” he grits out, his features strained.

“It’s fine. Please…”

He pushes further in, filling me slowly. Despite my assurances, he takes his time. And when he’s sheathed to the hilt, he stops, giving me time to accommodate to his girth.

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