Page 22 of Giving It to the Enemy

“I’m going to be the only man you’re with. You belong to me now, and there’s no way I’m going to let you go.”

She liked that a lot. There was no one else she ever wanted to belong to but him. The feelings he was inspiring inside her, terrified her.

Together, they moved up the bed in small movements so he didn’t hurt her anymore. Collapsing to the bed, she bit her lip as she stared up at him. He was resting on his knuckles and held his body a little away from hers even as his cock stayed inside her.

“This has to be the most bizarre moment in my life.”

She smiled up at him. “You’ve never been with a virgin?”

“I’ve never tried to make a woman all that comfortable before.”

“You’re not a gentleman.”

“No, I’m not.”

Glancing down his body to where they were joined, she shook her head. “I think there’s a gentleman inside you desperate to get out.”

He leaned down close so that his lips were so close to hers. “I’m not a gentleman for anyone else. I’ve never cared what others think.”

“You care about what I think?”

“All the time, and I don’t know what to think about that.”

“We’re both thinking a lot.” She opened her eyes wide, and laughed at him. “We’re both crazy right now.”

Pipe started to move, and she tensed up expecting pain, only there was no pain. She grabbed his hip, and instantly he paused.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“It didn’t hurt.”

“It won’t. It’s going to start feeling good, I promise.”

She stared down at where his hips were nestled between her thighs, and slowly she pushed her pelvis up against him, and then back down.

“Babe?”

“That feels good.” She pulled away, thrust up against him, riding his cock.

“Fuck!” He took hold of her hand, and placed it above her head. “If you’re ready for me to fuck you, tell me you’re ready for me to fuck you, and I’ll do it.”

Before she could protest, he took possession of her lips, and all of her anger dissipated as his kiss became passionate. She’d never been kissed in such a way before, and she moaned, arching up against him.

Slowly, Pipe started to move. His cock pumped in and out while he kissed her deeply. His tongue traced across her bottom lip then plunged inside. Pipe kept her locked in place, at his mercy.

His cock was like a brand inside her, making it impossible for her to move. She didn’t want to. Whatever had happened from minutes ago had turned the unbearable pain into the most kind of exquisite pleasure on the earth. She was so wet, or at least she felt wet with the way he was sliding in and out of her.

Breaking from the kiss, Pipe reared back. “Do you want to see my dick, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to see it sliding inside you, covered in your cum?”

“Yes.”

Every word he spoke added to her pleasure. She’d do whatever he needed her to do, and more, just to keep the amazing feeling he was creating inside her body.

“Please, Pipe, fuck me.”

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