Page 71 of His to Take

I whimpered quietly, but he swallowed the sound with a gentle, sweet kiss that made my head spin.

This.

This was the moment I’d been waiting for all this time.

He let go of my wrists and slid his hand behind my neck. His hips slammed forward. I expected him to maybe go slow and gentle for my first time, but his thrust was hard and abrupt. The flash of sudden searing pain took my breath away and I yelped. For several seconds, it overwhelmed me, as I suffered through the loss of my virginity.

He kept still until it finally waned, breathing deeply and rhythmically loosening and tightening his fingers around the back of my neck. He didn’t move even an inch for a long while. Eventually, I whined and tried to move for him. He growled in warning and my sheath pulsed in reply. My need consuming me, I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his back.

Finally, he started to move again, to fuck me.

No. He was making love to me. Now I understood.

With each thrust, my body jerked, my breath hitched, and my pussy clenched tight around him. The pain from the taking of my virginity was nothing more than a memory now. The only thing I could focus on was the fire he was stoking between my legs and the promise of release.

I angled my hips to better cradle his and he thrust inside deeper and harder. I arched up against him, savoring the feel of his cock sinking all the way into my core. Every inch was like a perfect storm, driving into me stroke after stroke and making my core clench tighter and my arousal spiral ever higher.

His cock was so large that even though the initial pain from his insertion had faded, the constant stretch and friction burned. My pussy rebelled against his girth, which forced me to open to him in a way that I’d never felt before.

His cock was so different from his fingers, so perfect.

I rolled my body sinuously, welcoming him home with every thrust.

He had been right; It was worth the wait.

Feeling bold, I writhed beneath him, trying to take some control. Without a second’s hesitation, he shifted, grasped my nipple and twisted it. I cried out at the vicious, punishing pinch and panted. He didn’t let go right away and I eventually begged for forgiveness.

“Please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

He let go and curled his hand around the top of my shoulder, holding me in place and ramming himself into me harder, faster.

In and out, in and out, he took his pleasure from my body. I looked up to study his face, a mask of ecstasy: eyes squeezed shut in concentration, jaw clenched, lips pulled back as his breath hissed in and out of him.

Delicious agony and mind-rending pleasure made my toes curl.

“Ryker! Please let me come,” I pleaded.

“Not yet, my little bride,” he panted. “You will wait for permission like a good girl,” the command was a growl, and my inner walls clutched at him so fiercely that he groaned with his own arousal.

“I can’t,” I begged. I pumped my hips back and forth against him, becoming more impatient for release by the second.

He reared up, shoved his forearms under my legs, and lunged forward again, shoving my knees back to my shoulders and jamming his huge cock into me again. He pinned my ass and thighs up off the bed with one brawny arm and used his other hand to spank my ass and thighs hard and fast, making me squeal. It hurt and surprised me, but his roughness and impatience only seemed to make the fire within burn hotter.

He fucked me long and slow, selfishly, taking his time and punishing me with his cock. I moaned, too overwhelmed by my need to do anything but survive until he saw fit to let me come. My pleas for release slowly became more and more desperate, barely coherent to begin with, but then turning to strangled cries.

I didn’t know how many minutes or hours he teased me that way. The longer it went on, the more I felt like I could climb the walls or burst from my skin, that the intolerable need would make me shatter into a billion jagged pieces.

My books had told me it would be special, and it was, but they hadn’t even come close to describing how it really felt.

“Please… Oh, please, yes, please, yes,” I begged.

“You need it hard, don’t you, little bride? You need me to fill you with my seed, over and over again until your belly swells with my child,” his own rising tension making his voice rough and his breaths heave.

He slammed into my tortured pussy and the same hand that had spanked me minutes ago now snaked between us, his thumbcaressing my clit. My entire body shuddered violently, and a trembling cry of despair flew from my lips.

“Yes, sir,” I wailed my reply. My voice was shaking as much as my body was. I felt like I was teetering on the extreme edge of my self-control, like a firework with a short, flaming fuse, the explosion of glittering sparks and thundering noise inevitable. He bent his head to mine, kissed my jaw, then gently bit my earlobe as his teasing thumb finally pressed down hard and circled my clit.

I screamed.

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