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“Good girl. You’re going to take my cock so beautifully. Look at how you are taking my fingers. I’m so proud of you.”
“Jacob, fuck. Please. I need more.”
“You want my cock?” I ask.
“Yes,” she moans.
“I need to hear you say it,” I tell her.
“I want your cock inside of me right the fuck now,” she practically yells as I pull away once again.
“As you wish, Angel.”
Getting to my knees, I slide the condom onto my cock. She stares at my cock with half-lidded eyes, so I stroke myself twice before I position myself between her legs.
“This is going to hurt. If you need me to stop, tell me.”
She bites her lip and nods as she reaches up to slide her hands around my neck.
I lean down, kissing her softly as I slowly press inside of her. The resistance feels amazing against my cock, but it also has me worried for her. I attempt to pull back, but her hands find their way into my hair, pulling me closer.
She thrusts her hips up, taking more of my cock inside of her. I can feel her face twitch at the intrusion, but she doesn’t stop kissing me. If anything, she kisses me harder.
Pulling out slightly, I thrust back in, going in further. I get up at a slow pace until I am fully seated inside of her, her hymen broken by my cock.
I give her a moment to breathe as I kiss every piece of skin I can reach from her face to her neck to her nose. Whatever I can do to ease the pain.
“I’m okay. Move,” she hisses at me after a moment.
I pull back and look into her eyes. Then I start to thrust inside of her.
“Such a good girl. I knew you would be able to take my cock. Look down. See how we are joined. Isn’t it quite a sight?”
She looks down, and I follow her gaze. I can see the red tinting my cock as I slide in and out of her.
“You were built for me, weren’t you? Saving this for me. I love you so much, Angel. I’m going to prove that now. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Reaching down between us, I start to circle her clit. Her body responds the way I expected it to, arching to get closer. I keep up the pressure and pace until her moans are more high-pitched.
This is when I would usually back off and edge her until she is a withering mess, but not tonight. Not for the first time.
No, instead I let her orgasm, clenching around me so tightly that I lose control, rutting into her until I find my own release. When I finally stop, I kiss her eyes, then her cheeks, before pressing chaste kisses onto her lips.
When her eyes blink open, I see a smile on her lips, and I smile back at her.
“That was amazing. Better than I imagined,” she tells me.
“It didn’t hurt?” I ask her.
“At first, but it was more of a burn than a pain. It almost felt good in a way. I liked it,” she tells me.
“Good. If you don’t enjoy it, then I don’t. Let me get you cleaned up, and then we can cuddle.”
She giggles. “You cuddle after sex? The big bad biker?”
I laugh, standing as I move to her trash can she keeps next to her desk and throw away the used condom.
“With you, I always cuddle. I always want you in my arms. I’ll be right back,” I tell her, leaning over to kiss her.
