Page 104 of Chicago Sin
“Is it going to hurt?”
“A little. But you are going to love every biting bit of it.”
His lips drag across my neck, nibbling on my ear. He slides one hand down my body. I arch my back, and push my breast into his hand. He squeezes it, working my nipple between his fingers.
I feel the hardness of him against my hip, and I am overwhelmed with the desire to have him inside me—inside my ass.
He grabs me by the ankles and pulls me towards him. Spreading my legs and positioning his body between them, he places his cock at my tight back entrance.
“It's going to stretch, baby. Are you ready?”
“I'm ready,” I say, taking a deep breath.
He teases my ass with the head of his penis, working it only on the outside, as if warning me of what's to come. I let out a deep breath and relax, knowing that the more I let go of any tension, the more I am going to enjoy this.
Just as he pushes the tip of himself into me, I feel the tightness and stretching. It's not bad. It actually feels good.
He begins to push into me, working his way in.
“Breathe and relax, Flowers,” he whispers, as I feel him push past the tightness.
“Ow,” I gasp. “It hurts.”
“You're doing so good, baby. Just a little more.”
Panic sets in. He may be too big for me to take this.
“Oh, it hurts,” I plead.
“Just breathe, baby. Don’t tense. Relax and take me.”
It feels like a shock of electricity rushing through me, my body stiffens, and a shiver runs through me.
As he works himself deeper, I begin to relax. I find myself sliding into a sort of trance, feeling him slide deeper and deeper into me. He is all consuming, his flesh warming me, his cock filling a part of me that's never been touched this way before.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “Keep going,” I whisper.
Armando groans and slides deeper. He is so deep and so thick that I can't breathe. He holds himself there, deep inside me, and I feel the pleasure, the tightness begins to build inside me. It keeps growing, so full, so hot.
“You're so fucking tight,” Armando moans as he pushes my legs together and strokes deeper. I feel the blood rush inside me, his length filling me.
It hurts again as he thrusts deeper. But like Armando warned—the pain feels so fucking good.
Armando begins to grind into me, sweat drops from his body onto mine. The heat of his passion melts me, our flesh on fire for one another.
He thrusts in and out of me like a man possessed. His hands stroke my breasts. His lips are on my neck, kissing and sucking. He pulls out and works the head of his cock in circles around my tight hole. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. He guides his cock back into me, and a twinge of pain erupts in my ass. My body trembles as he thrusts into me again. Suddenly, the pleasure returns, and the pain is replaced. He pulls back and pushes in again, each time with a little more force, a little more depth. He hits my walls, over and over again—harder, faster.
I take him from every angle, the pleasure of his cock moving inside me pushes me to the brink of an orgasm. I tighten up, squeezing him. He pulls out, my ass tightening around him. He thrusts back in, and I scream in pleasure. My body erupts in fire. Each thrust is like a shockwave of carnal sensations.
He buries himself into me, as far as he can go, as deep as he can go.
“I'm close,” I moan.
Armando holds his hand against my mouth, “I want to hear you. I want to hear you come for me. I want to hear you make that sweet little moaning sound.”
My whole body is trembling. I push myself into him, filling myself completely with his cock. My hand reaches down, and I grab my clit, stroking it with my fingers.
