Page 138 of Mila: The Godfather

My back bowed off the bed.

“Eeep!” I cried out. “That feels weird!”

He chuckles. “Sensitive?”

“So sensitive,” I whisper. “I like what you do to me. Keep doing it.”

“Oh, I plan to,” he promise as he licks my nipple. “You drive me wild, butterfly. I can’t get enough of you. Now that I have had a taste… I’ve become addicted. I want more.” He gently bites on one nipple, and sucks on them both until I am a panting, delirious mess.

“Riagan,” I hiss. “It hurts down there. I- I need.”

“Does your pussy need my cock, baby? Is that it? That’s why it hurts, isn’t it?” Settling between my thighs, he starts to rub his cock up and down the length of my pussy, coating himself in my wetness before notching himself at my entrance. “So hot, baby. That’s it. Yeah, this pretty cunt needs me to fill it. To tear through that virgin wall and fill it with my cum.”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “That. Exactly that.”

He sinks into the hilt, not stopping until he is fully sheathed inside of me.

I feel so full, too.

There was a slight pain, but nothing I couldn’t handle. The erotic sensation of having him fill me was much more intense than the discomfort of him sliding inside of me for the first time.

After the pain comes pleasure.

Pleasure I never thought possible.

Never thought I would enjoy sex because of all the exchange of germs and all the fluids, but it’s the last thing on my mind. All I can focus on is how good he feels inside of me and how his touch and kisses have set my body on fire.

Every part of me was aflame, including my heart.

That’s what he does to me.

“Fuck, I knew you would be tight,” he growls. “But goddamn, you fit me perfectly. You were made for my cock, butterfly.”

“I never thought it could feel like this...” I shiver in delight when he shimmies his hips, grinding inside of me. “It’s like being in another galaxy. Just you and me.”

“Keep talking, baby,” he said. “Shit, I’m not going to last. You were made for me. Your body was made for me. Ah, fuck yes.”

I hold onto him tighter. “Faster, please. Move.”

So, he does.

He moves faster and hits a spot deep inside me that has me rolling my eyes to the back of my head. My breathing becomes erratic, and my heart goes crazy as well.

And then something beautiful happens.

As I ride the wave of ecstasy, I feel my belly tighten, and it’s like I’m flying.

It only took one and a half strokes, and something beautiful happened. Just like when he had his mouth on me before, my belly tightens, and my breathing stops.

I closed my eyes, and stars burst behind my eyelids as I came undone for him.

Hard.

Harder than before.

More intense, too.

The squeak that leaves me is nothing short of embarrassing.

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