Page 26 of Secret Confession
Maximus then slowly presses inside me, moving at an agonisingly lazy speed, but it soon becomes clear why he’s doing it. Once the head is in, the stinging sensation becomes full-on pain, as I’m stretched beyond anything I thought I was capable of. All pleasure is long forgotten, as I feel fuller than necessary.
I feel myself tensing, my grip on his back becoming so tight, I’m surprised my nails haven’t drawn blood. Even when he stops moving, I can’t break my rigid posture, as I’m just waiting for more pain.
“Breathe, Courtney. You need to take some deep breaths and try to relax. Once I get past this last bit, the worst of the pain will be over, and it will quickly start to feel good,” he whispers into my ear.
I let out a harsh scoff that sounds suspiciously like a snort of disbelief. But when I see Maximus raise his eyebrows at me in challenge, my huff quickly turns into a sharp exhale. Which I then repeat a couple of times, until I’m feeling a little less rigid.
“Good girl,” he tells me, the praise helping me relax that little bit more. “Be brave for me.”
Before I can ask what he means, he presses in hard and fast, stealing the last of my innocence. As my hymen rips, I let out a yelp as pain overwhelms me, but just like Maximus said, in a few seconds, it’s a distant memory.
Once his dick is buried deep inside me, he pauses, holding me and pressing soft kisses along my neck and chest. He’s giving me the time I need to get used to being stretched out more than ever before.
At first, the pain is almost too much, and I want to beg him to pull out, but I don’t. Before I can even get the words out, the pain dulls to a stinging, stretching sensation.
After a couple more seconds, I try rocking my hips, and although there’s a sharp pain, it’s quickly dulled by a hint of pleasure. So I do it again, and this time the pleasure makes me moan.
“Are you ready for me to move?” Maximus asks, having stayed still while I’ve been experimenting on my own.
I nod. “Yes, please.”
His smile turns wicked, and I almost regret not asking him to go slow, or to be gentle. But as it turns out, I didn’t need to give him the warning, as he does it anyway.
Maximus slowly rocks against me, his touch almost gentle. My mind is spinning from how different this is to what I was expecting. I know he’s doing it differently for my first time, taking a much more vanilla approach, but there’s a softness to him that I just didn’t expect, and it’s making my heart stutter for him.
Each time he pulls back slowly, he presses back in at an even slower pace, making me feel every inch of him as he sinks deeper inside me. It’s not long until the speed is driving me mad with lust, and I rock my hips against him, trying to encourage him to give me more.
“Please, Daddy. I need more,” I beg him.
Maximus’ eyes roll when he hears the quiet desperation in my voice. But the pain has now almost completely vanished—like he said it would—leaving only pleasure and the growing orgasm in its place.
This time, when he pulls back, he slams in quicker, his piercing hitting a spot deep inside that makes me yelp in surprise. He pulls out quicker, only to push back in deeper, making me moan loudly as I meet each of his thrusts with vigour.
As he continues to speed up, the careful control he had over his movements seems to slip away, and they become more frantic and uncoordinated. He hits that deep spot that makes me see stars, and I’m sure he can feel my pussy walls fluttering around him as a result.
With each bit of control he loses, I see more of the real Maximus, and it is a fucking sight to behold. He’s powerful and dominant with his bruising hold on me, as he uses fast, hard thrusts to give me exactly what I’m begging him for.
I watch as the lines on his forehead crease, his jaw tightening like he might be grinding his teeth, as small beads of sweat appear on his body. With each sexy grunt, he appears to almost be in pain.
“Are you… Is this… Are you good?” I ask in between thrusts, not sure how else to ask if he’s having a good time, or if there’s something causing him pain.
He lets out a harsh laugh as he shakes his head, the ghost of a smile threatening to turn up the corners of his lips, but he tries really hard to hold it back.
“Fucking amazing,” he says, as he throws his head back with a groan.
“Are you…in pain?” I finally manage to stutter out.
He pauses, with his dick still deep inside me, and I regret fucking saying anything as he tilts his head to the side, assessing me. “What?”
I let out a frustrated huff. “You look like you’re in pain, and I was worried you weren’t enjoying yourself. But that doesn’t mean I wanted you to stop,” I tell him, my frustration bleeding into every word, making me sound petulant.
This time when Maximus lets out a laugh, it’s deep and genuine, which only makes me scowl at him more, until his movements force his cock deeper inside me, making me whimper with need.
“Little Lamb, I look like this because it’s fucking painful trying to make this last. I’ve wanted to blow my load since I first felt your tight cunt wrapping around me,” he states.
I’m still trying to process what he said when he starts moving again, picking up the frantic pace he was using just a moment before. It doesn’t take me long to get back to the pleasure that was threatening to break me.
“I don’t want you to hold back,” I tell him as I rock my hips to meet his thrusts. “I want your cum, Daddy.”
