Page 16 of Big Wild Fighter

His hands are everywhere—my waist, my hips, my thighs—guiding me, undressing me. My pants and underwear slide down in one fluid motion, and I kick them off, shoes and all, with shaky legs. My shirt and bra are next, discarded in a frenzy that leaves me bare before him.

He pulls back just long enough to strip himself, the sight of his body stealing my breath all over again. Every muscle flexes as he moves, his confidence evident in every motion.

“Let’s take this to the bed,” he says, his voice thick with desire. He grabs my hand, pulling me toward the mattress. “I want you to climb on top of me. I’ll let you lead this so we go at your pace.”

I follow his directions, my knees wobbling slightly. I’m hyperaware of every inch of my skin, every charged breath between us. He settles onto the bed, propped up against the pillows, and gestures for me to join him.

I climb onto the bed, straddling his lap with as much grace as I can muster. My knees press into the mattress on either side of his thighs, and I can feel him beneath me, already hard and waiting.

“You’re already hard,” I murmur, reaching down to touch him without thinking.

The soft groan he lets out makes my whole body heat. “You drive me insane,” he says, his head falling back for a moment before his eyes meet mine again, dark and full of want.

“It’s not hard to tell,” I whisper, a nervous laugh bubbling out of me as I lean forward, craving the warmth of his mouth on mine again.

He meets me halfway, our lips colliding in a kiss that’s all-consuming. His hands find their way between my thighs, his fingers gliding against me in a way that makes me gasp into his mouth. My hips jerk involuntarily, seeking more of his touch, and he chuckles softly against my lips.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my cheek.

“Yes,” I manage, my voice trembling with anticipation. “I don’t…I don’t really know what to do.”

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. Just lift up for me.” His hands guide me as I lift myself up slightly before he’s positioning himself against my entrance. “Sit yourself down. Go as slow or as fast as you need.”

I brace my hands on his shoulders and then slowly allow myself to sink down. The stretch as I sink onto him is overwhelming at first with a sharp sting that takes my breath away. But then, Marlon’s thumb finds the sensitive bundle at the top of my core. He starts to make circles as I stop, just a few inches of him in me.

At first, the sting makes me want to give up, but then a warmth starts to spread through me as Marlon’s thumb keeps going round and round. Soon the pain leaves and all that’s left is the pleasure of his touch on me.

He speeds up for a second and a particularly strong wave of pleasure washes over me. I throw my head back losing myself for a moment and my hips move of their own volition. Crying out as the last of him slips inside of me, I can’t focus on any one thing.

“There you go, baby,” he purrs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Take your time. This is all for you.”

I pause for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of him inside me. My thighs quiver as I start to move, lifting myself up slightly before sliding back down.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “You control the pace. Whatever you want.”

I set a rhythm, moving faster as I get more comfortable, and the way he watches me—like I’m the only thing that matters in the world—makes my confidence soar. I lose myself in the motion, in the way his hands roam my body, in the sounds of pleasure that spill from both of us.

“You’re stunning, Grace,” he says, his voice raw and full of emotion. His hands move up my sides, his thumbs brushing against my breasts before he takes my nipples between his fingers, rolling them gently.

The sensation is too much, and I arch into his touch, my movements faltering as a moan rips from my throat.

“I wish you could see yourself,” he says, his voice dark and reverent. “You’re perfect.”

I can’t form a coherent response. My body takes over, chasing the heat that’s building low in my belly. Marlon’s hands grip my hips tighter, and he starts to thrust up into me, meeting me halfway with every movement.

The angle changes, and suddenly he’s hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out, clutching at his shoulders as my body tightens around him.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice strained as he works me closer and closer to the edge. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

His words push me over. My orgasm crashes into me, stealing my breath and shaking my entire body. I can feel him movinginside me, prolonging the pleasure as my walls flutter around him.

“Grace,” he groans, his voice rough as his hips slam up into mine one final time. I feel him release inside me, his body shuddering as he holds me tightly against him.

We collapse together, both of us breathing hard. My head rests against his chest, and I can hear the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath my ear.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, too overwhelmed to say anything else. I lost my virginity and it was nothing I expected and everything I could have wanted.

He strokes a hand through my hair, his touch soothing in the aftermath of the intensity we just shared.

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