Page 48 of His Little Sapphire

I want him inside me so badly I don’t care if it will hurt. My pussy is clasping over and over at nothing.

Papi shifts down my body, spreading my thighs again to kiss my pussy. He flicks my clit with his tongue so rapidly that I cry out in seconds, grabbing his shoulders as my orgasm consumes me.

I need more. “Please, Papi…” My head rolls back and forth.

He suckles my clit and nicks my pussy in several spots before rising over me and lining his shaft up with my entrance. “Try not to clench your pussy, Baby girl.”

I nod, but my teeth are clenched in anticipation and fear.

He reaches between my spread legs, finds my pussy, and fondles me. When he thrusts three fingers into me, I gasp and grab his hips. “Fast or slow?” he asks, surprising me.

“Fast.” I decide without letting myself think.

Before the word fully leaves my body, Papi thrusts into me so deep I think he might hit my heart. I cry out and shove at him. It’s too tight. The pressure is intense. I’m splitting in two.

He cups my face. “Look at me, Little one.”

I can’t. I need him to pull back.

“Christine,” he admonishes in his firm voice. “Look at Papi.”

I’m panting, whimpering, maybe even crying as I meet his gaze.

“Does it hurt?” He lifts a brow.

My breath hitches as I suck in oxygen.

“Baby girl,” he coos. “Is Papi hurting you?” His hands are cupping my head.

I finally realize I’m not going to die. “No, Sir.”

“Good girl. I know it’s tight. You’re gripping my cock so hard I’m going to come before I slide all the way out, but let your body adjust. Let your pussy get used to me filling you. Take a few deep breaths.” He strokes my cheeks with his thumbs.

I force myself to breathe. My chest rises and falls, making my titties shake and the gems tug on them. When I can breathe easier, I start to squirm. I’m not panicking anymore. I need him to move.

I slide my hands around to his butt as far as I can reach. “Make love to me, Papi.”

He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me deeply, sensually. My brain scrambles, and I’m writhing by the time he eases out a few inches and thrusts back in as if he can’t stand the thought of being anywhere except buried deep inside me.

I groan. It feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Amazing. Fireworks are exploding around us as he does it again. I dig my fingertips into his butt cheeks, holding on to him so he can’t get away.

He breaks the kiss to set his forehead against mine. “You are my world,” he whispers as he thrusts again. “My everything.” His voice is strained. He’s struggling. I love how I’m affecting him.

I lift my hips.

He groans and tenses. “I’m going to fill your tight pussy with my come, but I’m going to want to do it again pretty quickly, so I’m not going to pull out.”

I smile, but I can’t hold it long because he suddenly angles his hips differently and grinds the base of his shaft against my sensitive clit. “Come, Baby girl. Come around Papi’s cock.”

My body only knows how to obey him. He’s been training me to come on command for two weeks. I shatter, my channel clenching him so tight. Over and over. My vision blurs. I hold on to his butt and ride the waves of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

It’s far better than I ever imagined. And no way in hell could any deity condemn someone for feeling this way. I’m safe from the wrath of God if he exists. Any God in the universe would want me to experience this kind of bliss.

My eyes slide closed as Papi moves again. My orgasm isn’t even finished before I launch into another one. It’s impossible to avoid. He feels so good inside me.

So good.

When he stiffens, holds himself deep, and groans around his own release, I know without a doubt in the universe I’m exactly where I belong. I’m with the man I belong to. I’m on the planet that has become my own.

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