Page 64 of The Billionaire and the Virgin

He was in intense agony, too. His cock was aching madly. But he forced himself to lean in and give her another comforting kiss until she relaxed again, and then he began to slowly stroke into her, pushing himself a little deeper each time.

She moaned, her first encouraging sign in what felt like endless minutes. So he continued to kiss and murmur sweet things against her mouth, even as his hips rocked against hers and he continued to press deeper, and deeper, determined to seat himself fully inside her tight passage. She was squeezing him like a glove, and it felt so fucking good that it was driving him insane with need.

And then, after what felt like forever, he was in. He was seated to the hilt, his balls resting against her skin. He paused for a moment, reveling in the sensation. Then, he gave his hips a little swivel and looked down at the silent woman underneath him. “How do you feel?”

She was panting, but the panicked look had gone from her face. Instead, she looked thoughtful. “Very full,” Marjorie admitted. “It’s a good feeling. I expected it to hurt more, though.”

“You’re very wet, and I’m very careful,” he told her, then reached down to caress one of her pretty breasts. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to start moving.”

“Go ahead,” she told him. “I’m ready.” And she even gave him a little wriggle of encouragement.

Thank fucking god. Holding still was killing him. Gazing down at her, Rob carefully worked his hips, pulling out and sinking back in again, ever so slowly. Her flesh was swollen around him, and she was so incredibly tight. It felt amazing for him, but the way she gave a tiny flinch here and there told him that it wasn’t quite amazing for her yet.

He continued to play with her breast as he stroked in and out of her. “Still hurt?”

She shook her head. “It did at first, but it’s gone now. Now it just feels... kinda nice.”

Rob chuckled. Only “kinda”? His ego could hardly stand it. “Mind if I speed up?”

“Be my guest,” she said, and then giggled at the inanity of it. “Be my guest to my pussy.”

He laughed, too, because the look on her face was so beautiful with its happiness. Only Marjorie would get the giggles while he was balls-deep inside her. And it was so fucking perfect that he couldn’t help himself—this time, when he stroked into her, he wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t slow. He was rough, and he was hard, just like he wanted to be with her.

And her eyes widened and the giggle died. She clung to him tighter.

“Hurts?” he asked.

But she shook her head, blinking. “Felt... different. Deep inside me.”

That, he liked. He thumbed her sweet little nipple and teased it even as he pumped into her again. “Wrap your legs around me, if you want.”

She did, and those heavenly thighs gripped his hips. He helped her change the angle a little, adjusting her hips and legs until she was in the perfect position, and he sank hard and deep again.

She gasped. “Oh. That was... oh, I think I need to feel that again.” Her nails dug into his skin.

He was more than happy to oblige.

Then, he began to piston into her soft flesh, his cock driving into her fast and furious. He was unable to hold back, and he let go of her breast to anchor her hips into the perfect spot for driving into her. She wasn’t protesting, either. That soft little “guh” sound escaped her again and her thighs grew tighter against him, and she was raising her hips to meet his every rough thrust. Her eyes closed and a look of intense concentration was on her face, as if she were trying very hard to focus on pleasure.

And he was in fucking heaven, himself, her wet cunt like a hot glove, and her body taking everything he was giving her. He continued to thrust into her without finesse, working her over until his balls were slapping against her skin with every thrust, and she was giving these breathless little moans, and her tits were jiggling with every pound of his cock into her.

“Oh,” she moaned again. “Oh, I think I feel something—”

“Squeeze me with your legs, Marjorie,” he instructed her, angling her hips again. He hadn’t found her g-spot yet, but she was squirming and moving so much that it was hard to pin down. But when she obeyed and her legs clenched tight around him, he grabbed her hips again and raised her higher, and his cock pumped into her again.

This time, her eyes flew open. “Oh fuck! What was that?”

A laugh burst from him. “That was the perfect angle.” And he stroked into her again.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out again, and then she gave another little shrill cry as he pounded her once more. “Oh my fuck!”

“You coming, sweetheart?”

“Fuck!” She yelled in his ear, and he felt her cunt quiver around him.

That was all he needed to know. He pushed into her, hard, rough, and she gave a little scream, her body clenching around him as she came.

He thrust rough and hard and then he came himself, his release finally roaring through him so fiercely that black spots swam before his eyes and he momentarily lost his breath. He gave her another slow stroke, finishing his orgasm, and then fell forward onto her, their damp skin sticking together as they both sought to catch their breath.

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