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“Will…it…hurt?”

He kissed the side of her head and then nibbled on her ear for a moment before saying, “Yes, honey. But I’ll be gentle.”

She sighed. “I’m scared.”

“I know, honey. Just grip my hand.”

She nodded and did as told.

“Yeow!” she said with a strained whimper.

His tip had barely bumped her pussy lips. She’d reacted out of fear rather than any real pain. But plenty of pain came when he pressed in.

“Daddy!”

There was that word again. Thankfully Kirk never corrected her.

“I know, baby. Grip my hand,” he told her again.

He needn’t, though. She was already squeezing it tight. Her neck bulged. Her eyes clouded in tears.

He gave her a few second to adjust but it still hurt as he plunged deeper inside. Her pussy was stretched farther than she thought possible. Her tight walls clamped hard around his throbbing, pulsating cock.

She continued to whimper and moan as he claimed more of her. A white-hot heat temporarily blinded her.

He sank all the way in, grunting as he did. As tight as she was, she knew it took all the strength he had not to cum. He fought through the moment, though.

Her core seemed as if it might explode, until she felt something pop deep inside her, like a drum that had been pulled too tightly losing its hold and snapping.

Gradually, the pain began to subside, giving way to a pleasure more immense than anything she’d ever experienced. Her tight womanhood was still opened to the max, but she was able to ignore that as an elation settled in.

“Oh, Daddy! Kirk!” She clawed at his back, loving the way his knotty muscles felt beneath her fingers.

He began to saw back and forth. It once again hurt a bit, but nothing like it had at first. Even through the pain, she loved the way his face looked as it contorted in strained ecstasy.

He began to go faster. Harder. He managed to keep his savage desires in check, but just barely it seemed. The sound of skin slapping against wet skin filled the room, competing with their cries.

And even though he went easy on her, it was enough to push her over the edge in a matter of minutes. A tidal wave dropped inside her and tried to escape, but as watertight as Kirk’s cock had made her pussy, there wasn’t anywhere for it to go.

Kirk grunted as he shot a hot load into his new bride’s womb. The sticky warmth triggered Layla’s third climax of the evening and she came once more with a ferocious shudder.

Later, she’d reflect on how absolutely perfect the evening was. Her wedding night was just as magical as she’d dreamed it would be. Even more so. At the moment, though, she couldn’t think about that. Or anything.

Layla was wrecked.

A complete, babbling, incoherent mess.

Chapter Seven

Kirk rolled his truck slowly down the new streets of Brennan County.

Layla sat beside him, a smile plastered across her beautiful face, watching the scenery pass around them.

There wasn’t much to see. Not yet. The community would grow—in fact it already was—but it wasn’t the bustling, thriving center they all hoped it would one day be. That would come in time. Right now, it was like a spring bud on a plant, letting one know something good was coming and hinting at the beauty that would soon follow.

One day, they’d be as big as their neighbor Mountainville. That was a ways off, though.

Kirk took his eyes off the road long enough to sneak a glance at his sweet girl. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld.

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