Page 76 of Petite Fleur

Maeve kicks me a few more times, but she doesn't scream or stop me.

Deep down, I know she wants this.

She has to.

I reach down between her legs, running my fingers along her smooth cunt that I've missed so much.

Fuck, she's wet.

She's still fighting my hold, but she wants this.

She can lie and say she doesn't want this, doesn't want me, but her dripping cunt tells me the truth.

I guide my cock through her, hearing her let out a strangled gasp and kick me, but again, she doesn't tell me to stop, and I know that she won't.

I slide the tip into her and groan at how amazing she feels.

I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have to worry about waking her or because I can finally fuck her with all of me, but this feels even better than the first time.

I feel her tense as I slowly sink into her, choking my cock so tightly that I can’t move another inch, but I’m not done here.

I rub my hand down her spine, but when she tries to smack my hand away, I gather her wrists and hold them behind her back. “Relax, ma petite fleur, just let me in.” I say calmly.

I do shallow thrusts with what of me she’ll let in, but I want more.

I want it all.

Fuck it.

I can apologize later for being too rough, but this is a punishment, after all. She can afford to hurt a little.

I pull my cock out, leaving only the head inside of her. “Take a deep breath, I’m going to fuck you.” I warn before slamming into her in one rough thrust.

Maeve screams out, and her body tenses around me, but all I can focus on is how fantastic she feels.

My God, I want to relive that moment.

I grind my hips into her ass a few times, feeling and savoring how tight Maeve feels around me.

I want us both to enjoy the feeling for a few moments before I fuck her how I know we both need.

When I pull my cock out, ready to slam into her again, I realize my mistake.

My cock is covered in her blood.

Fuck!

Her first time shouldn’t have been in our back yard for fuck sake!

I slowly slide back into her and lean my chest against her back until I’m able to whisper into her ear. Her hands clutch onto my shirt, but I ignore it. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask quietly.

Now I notice the few tears running down her tanned cheek and into the grass.

Fuck, I really messed this up…

“Would it have changed anything?” She asks quietly as if she’s accepted defeat.

She’s not exactly wrong.

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