Page 98 of Massimo

She's walking strong and proud through the flames, right to me.

"My queen." My cock swells so hard and full, I envision the skin straining not to rip apart, and I savagely slam into her to remove any remnant of doubt that this woman is mine. "All fucking mine."

Ecstasy unlike anything I've ever experienced before roars through me as my orgasm explodes my cum into her. I'm unhinged at the thought of impregnating her—not only to protect her, but because I want that reality with her so fucking bad, I'd sell my soul to the devil in order to have it.

As the aftershocks of my own earth-tilting-off-its-axis orgasm abate, I feel her tiny body shake under mine. The reality of how hard and vicious I took her virginity and made her first time breaks into my blissed-the-fuck-out headspace.

I'm a goddamn beast.

"Nova," I choke, feeling her small body shake harder.

Before I can pull away, she pulls me close with her hands wrapped around the back of my neck. Her mouth presses against mine. "Don't leave me."

"Never," I vow, then dip my tongue into her mouth, reveling at the welcoming response of her tongue swirling with mine.

Wrapping her tight to me, I roll us so I'm on the bottom, keeping her impaled on me. I want to keep as much of my cum inside her for as long as possible.

We kiss for what could be hours, our tongues moving in a slow, erotic dance. My cock is hard again within her, and her hips slowly undulate, learning the dance of how to move along my length.

The fact that I'm her first—her first kiss, her first touch, the first one to slide into her heavenly pussy—makes me drunk with a powerful lust and a potent greedy satisfaction.

No man has had what is mine, and no man ever will.

Guilt tries to push in, because all that Nova asked was to live a peaceful life free of her monsters. I couldn't give her that, because Iwouldn'tgive her that. She was never leaving me—either through anyone trying to take her away or from her wanting to leave.

I wrap her up tighter, and she melts into me for a moment until she pushes up to straddle me. Sitting up proud, like the regal queen she is, staring down at the man she's conquered and who will level the world for her, she moves up and down my cock with surer strokes.

I reach up and cup her cheek with one hand, while the other plays with her breast. I let her guide the movements, as I know she'll be sore from how hard I took her. Her doe-like brown eyes are hooded with desire as I swirl my finger around her nipple, but a flicker of uncertainty crosses through them.

Before she can start rebuilding her walls to keep me out, I shift my hold and pull her down so our lips touch. "Don't push me out, Nova," I murmur.

She stills her hips. "I'm not," she whispers. "Or I'm trying not to."

Rubbing her back, I ask, "Are you too sore?"

She quickly shakes her head. To test the truth of her answer, I gently thrust up into her. She doesn't stiffen; instead, she melts on me again and moans softly.

Keeping my movements gentle, I continue thrusting up into her, and she begins to move on me.

Her face is buried in my neck, and she wraps her arms around my head. "I don't know how to do this… What you like."

"You're perfect. This is perfect." And it is. I've never felt sensations like this before with her sheathed on my cock, or the pleasure that's coursing through me. "To know I'm your first and only… That I can corrupt such innocence."

She pushes back to counter my thrust harder, and gasps.

Immediately, I stop because it sounded pained.

She shakes her head, sitting up again. "Don't stop."

Her gaze drags down my torso like a caress until she stares at where she's impaled on me. There's a smear of blood on my lower abs at the base of my cock.

The fact my cum is buried deep in that pussy, along with my now-throbbing cock, which is going to add more, is nearly the undoing of my calm and control.

But I had already lost my calm and control when I took her virginity, and I wouldn't lose it again, not when I could hurt this precious treasure.

She bites her lip, still staring down at the blood. That uncertainty, along with something else I can't read, flashes over her face again.

Dread fills me that she regrets what we've done, that she regrets gifting me her virginity, but my resolve chases that away.

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