Page 27 of Something Old

The way he says my name sends butterflies racing through me.

He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bed. I can feel his cock pressed against my pussy. I am nervous, excited - flooded with emotions as he lies down over me.

“I hope you can handle this.” He whispers against my ear.

I’m unable to speak as I feel him pressing his cock harder against me.

He slides inside me. I feel my pussy stretching open around his cock.

“Oh.” I gasp, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him.

He doesn’t wait or say anything. Instead, he pushes deeper into me.

I gasp and arch my back. I can’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure at this point.

He slides deeper into me, and I cry out, loudly, not even bothering to hold it back.

He wraps his hand around my jaw, tilting my head back as he moves back and forth over me.

The pain intensifies for a few seconds, but then the pleasure takes over.

I spread my legs wider, wanting to feel everything as he moves faster.

My entire body relaxes when the pleasure becomes the only thing I can feel, and I dig my finger nails into his back.

He fucks me even harder. His hand moves from my jaw to my throat as his fingers press against my skin.

I can barely breathe.

My legs are shaking, I can’t control it. I can’t control anything that is happening in my body because he has complete control over me.

I hear him grunt and growl as he slams into me - his cock buried so far inside me it feels as though I might tear in two.

But despite that intensity - I still want more. I want more of him, everything.

I arch my back and press my pussy up towards him as pleasure shoots up my spine.

My body shudders beneath him.

And then it slams into me, wave after wave of the most intense orgasm I have ever felt in my life.

He thrusts forward one last time and I feel him explode inside me.

He sighs, lifting himself off the bed, grabbing his clothes, and leaving the room.

I stare after him, not sure what just happened.

He didn’t say a word to me. He just left.

I grab my duvet and pull it up over my body.

Is that normal? Is that what all guys do?

My heart pulls tight in my chest. I thought - maybe - I thought he would sleep in my bed. But I know he prefers to sleep alone.

That’s all it is. He just wants to sleep alone.

Everything has changed now - he’s made love to me. Tomorrow is going to be a new day, a new relationship.

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