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Darren pushes the head of his cock against my hole while he leans down, giving me a tender kiss before bowing lower to take my nipple into his mouth again. While he does, his hips press into me harder. There it is. The pain that I was promised. The pain that every woman I've ever talked to describes when they talk about their first time. It's not bad, just a pinch. And the pleasure that accompanies it, is enough to overcome the pain. It's enough to make me want more. I push up against his cock and he growls against my tits in approval, giving me more. Another half inch. Another inch. Every bit of length comes with a pinch of pain as he stretches my walls, but it also comes with unbelievable pleasure. I feel so full.

"Oh god, Darren. This feels amazing."

"You're only taking half of me right now, darlin. There's more."

"What?" my eyes snap open and I look between my thighs in alarm.

"Told you," he says in a tight voice. "I'm going slow. I don't want to break you, baby."

"You won't."

Am I sure about that?

I'm not sure of anything.

I just know this is the best feeling. My pussy still throbs from the two orgasms I've already had and I'm preparing for a third. My body is stretched tight around Darren's most intimate part and he's about to give me more.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

He slides further inside of me until he's filling me all the way, his hips pressed against my ass and thighs, the weight of his body keeping me anchored the mattress.

"You're so tight," he grunts.

"Too much?"

"Nothing about you will ever be too much for me," he vows seriously. He takes my wrsits, pulling my arms over my head. Then he dips his face to my chest, licking and sucking every inch of my breasts until he finds my nipples again, sucking softly and then harder, with need, as his hips begin to carefully pump.

"Fuck," he groans. "I want to knock you up."

"What?" I ask.

"Not tonight," he says. "But I'm going to. One day I'm going to be inside of you with nothing between us and I'm going to fill you up with my seed. Every fucking night. Until you're swollen with my baby."

He thrusts his cock into me with every sentence, increasing the pace and angle until he's at a steady, quick rhythm. One of his hands finds my clit and he smears my arousal all around it, stroking it until I'm quivering beneath him. I reach my third orgasm easily. It comes over me before I'm even aware of it, melting every muscle in my body until there's nothing left. No tension, no apprehension.

I forgot the pinching pain between my legs a long time ago and now I meet him thrust for thrust, pushing my hips against him, demanding more. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, his cock coated in evidence of every explosive orgasm he's given me tonight.

"Fuck. Katie."

He explodes as he pounds forcefully against me, his orgasm quickly following mine.

After a few minutes of laying in the bed, he carefully slides out of me, running to the bathroom to throw away the condom. When he returns, his face is soft and concerned. He climbs into the bed, stroking my thigh comfortingly.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "Did I hurt you?"

"I'm not hurt," I say. "And I'm more than okay. That felt amazing. Thank you."

"Don't say thank you," he shakes his head. "Not when I should be thanking you for the privilege of getting to see and touch and taste your sexy body. This was better than anything I could have imagined in my wildest fantasies."

I still can't believe I've been something he's fantasized about. I'm afraid to believe it, because if I believe it, I might start to think I'm special to Darren. And believing that is a one-way ticket to getting hurt.

It seems like my brain is awake again, and it’s analyzing the hell out of this entire situation.

CHAPTER 10

DARREN

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