Page 105 of His Cursed Heart

You've been hoping, ha, fucker?

He locks eyes with me and I tremble at the delicious way his tip caresses my whole. I put my hand over the condom and slowly putting it away.

"I'm on the pill. I don't want anything between us." I whisper and his eyes flare. Everette throws the condom in the room and gives his cock a few strokes.

When he positions himself at my entrance, I feel a pressure on my pussy.

I close my eyes at the amazing feeling, hoping it wouldn't hurt. Tears are invading my eyes and I feel

Everette's hands cupping my face.

"We don't have to do this." He whispers. I open my eyes and look at his tortured face. I kiss him long, putting all my emotions in it.

"I'm scared it will hurt." I can't go through that again. Not in that manner.

"It might hurt, baby, I'm not going lie to you, but if you want to stop, just say it." His words bring new tears in my eyes but I nod.

"I trust you." A flash of hunger coasts across his eyes.

He kisses me hard and with a push, he glides inside of me, a sharp sting splicing through my body. I inhale quickly, my body tensing around him, immediately wanting to fight against the intrusion.

He hisses but still pushes inside me. "Relax, baby, I'll take care of you."

Somehow, his words make my body relax a bit and his hips move forward but stalls as he hits resistance, and then with a single thrust he pushes through. My arms fly around his shoulders, my fingernails pressing into him so tightly I'm sure they draw blood.

Our breaths mingle in the space between us, and when he starts to slowly move, his lips skim mine with every thrust. The sting is now accompanied by a deep throbbing like a bruise that's settling in deep, but I focus on the fullness instead of the pain.

"You are so fucking tight, little fox." He grits his teeth and I gasp at the twitch I feel inside me.

As he continues to move inside me, the sting gives way to a blissful numbness, allowing me to focus on the sharp angles of his face. On the way, that his eyes soak me in like I'm a river, and he's a thirsty, desperate man.

The discomfort is still there, but there's also a

tendril of pleasure unfurling through my spine simply from feeling him inside me. From the knowledge that I'm the one making him feel this way. That he's letting down his guard for me.

"I still have to give you half of it." My eyes move to his face to see if he's joking, but he's not. I look at the place our bodies are connected and see half of cock outside.

"Then give it to me." I whisper. "Give me all of you." When he hears my steady voice, he kisses me with a passion I've never seen.

"Do you want to be full of me, Althea?" His rough voice makes me wetter.

"Yeah," I moan when I feel him pull out slowly.

"Then you'll forgive me." He says and before I can ask what he means, he shoves his cock inside me, until I feel his pelvis meeting my clit.

My eyes are wide and my hands squeeze his shoulders in a death grip.

Holy fuck.

I feel so full. I feel his cock all the way up to my stomach. I see stars and I unleash my moans as he thrusts inside me with powerful moves.

My walls are squeezing him hard and the friction makes me see blurry. Desperate, I start moving with him until the bed creaks under our messy movements.

"Mhm," I cry out while his thrusts get faster and messier. "Y-you feel s-so good. Ah, don't e-ever stop." I beg him and he groans, burring his head in my neck.

"My wife has the sweetest pussy, and I'm the luckiest bastard in the world." My mind goes to what Pablo said to me, but I bury him somewhere deep in my brain.

"Yes, you are, ohh," My voice gets hoarser and

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