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“Peter,” she warned, panic starting to build in her chest. Her pussy stretched around his cock. The sensation pinched, sweeping away her breath. She needed to breathe.

“Azalea,” he groaned driving forward again, slow, but not pausing in the least. Another inch—how many had already filled her—and he stopped, leaning back and running his hands down her thigh.

She relaxed her fingers, noticing the small marks her nails made on his pecs.

“Keep your eyes on me, Azalea. Just me, nowhere else,” he instructed, still caressing her thighs.

She nodded. Afraid if she opened her mouth, she’d beg him to hurry up and thrust into her. She knew he was trying to save her from the discomfort, but it was the discomfort she craved. If he was going to claim her, claim her, dammit.

She found him beaming down at her, a tilted, cocky smile.

“You like it this way.” He edged into her a bit more, grinning wider when she grunted. “You like the stretch and the pain.”

“I would like it more if you stopped stopping,” she said, feeling much braver now that he was nearly completely inside her. She just needed him to take the plunge, to fill and push and fuck her hard.

He raised an eyebrow. He ran a finger over her clit, rolling it in circles, making her arch her back. The movement took him in farther, and she felt the stretch increase.

Moving over her again, he removed his fingers from her clit and captured her face once more. “Eyes on me, don’t even blink,” he ordered and thrust hard forward.

She cried out, the pain catching her off guard. “Fuck!” She slapped at his shoulders, pushing him, but not getting him to move.

He stilled over her.

“Relax, your pussy will adjust, just relax,” he said and kissed her cheek where a tear had fallen. She took several long breaths, watching him as he relaxed along with her.

The pain ebbed, leaving her with the desire to push up at him, to regain some of the ache. When he slipped a hand between their bodies to play with her clit again, completely wiping away the pain and twisting it into incomparable pleasure, she arched upward.

He pulled back and plowed forward again. She moaned and brought her legs back, opening herself more to him. Wrapping her hands around his back, she held onto him as he fucked her. Slow at first, bringing himself almost all the way out before plunging back in, but once he seemed appeased she wasn’t hurting, he fucked her harder.

The bite of pain was back, but pleasure dragged right behind. Every thrust, every buck of his hips drove her to another plane of pleasure.

“Fuck, Azalea, fuck,” Peter grunted with a hard drive forward. His face tightened, his concentration back in full force.

She hauled her legs back further, enjoying the slip in his control when she made the movement.

His fingers rolled around her clit, and he bent lower, kissing her, nibbling on her lower lip.

The burning pressure in her belly building, she planted her feet on the mattress and arched up, taking his cock and wanting more of it.

The bed creaked beneath them.

“Peter.” She grabbed him, matching his thrusts with her own.

“Almost there, pretty girl?” he asked, taking her clit between two fingers. “Show me. Show me how pretty my girl is when she comes for me.” He squeezed her clit, giving her that extra pinprick while he plowed harder into her, filling her so perfectly.

It was enough to spark the ignition. Her body went off like a bottle rocket.

She screamed—his name, a curse or two, but mostly his name. Over and over, as she bucked up at him, taking every thrust he gave, feeling every bit of his pinch while the waves repeatedly crashed into her.

Just as the electricity died down, he released her clit and grabbed her hips. His jaw clenched, and his fingers dug into her flesh while he pounded his cock into her. Grunts turned into groans.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, feeling his cock thicken inside of her now-sensitive pussy. With one more thrust, he stilled, letting out animalistic moans while his cum filled her.

She watched him unravel, saw the pure emotion of his release as he emptied into her. His breath became harsh, his chest heaved, and after one more drive, he collapsed onto her. His face cradled into her neck, his hot breath washed over her throat.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to him. She didn’t move, didn’t push him away, enjoying the weight of him on her. He kissed her neck, shifting to his side and drawing her close. His cock slipped out of her, soiling the bedding beneath her.

But he didn’t seem to care, and she lost herself in his embrace.

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