Page 85 of Beneath the Hood

I watch, enraptured by her beauty as she explodes, detonating around my hand. Her body shakes, her pussy clenching and releasing around my fingers, clit pulsing in time to the spasms under the pad of my thumb.

Any remaining blood rushes to my groin as I watch her come undone and I lift my hips off the bed, worried the friction will make me come.

She slowly relaxes, her breasts rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

I take my fingers out of her, bringing them to my lips and sucking them into my mouth, licking every drop of her cum from my hand. “Delicious.”

She giggles, the back of her hands brushing against her cheeks. “I’d never imagined you being such a dirty talker.”

My brow quirks. “I’m full of surprises,” I say as I climb up her body.

My cock is leaking steadily, throbbing from the torture of being teased for the past hour and finding no release.

I grip myself in my hand, rubbing the head of my dick along her slit. She jumps, gasping, her pussy still fluttering against me from aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask again.

She wraps her arms around me, pressing her lips to mine. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Do I need a condom?”

She shakes her head. “No. I want to feel you.”

Pressing a kiss to her lips, I press into her slowly, stretching her inch by inch.

Immediately her body tightens and I pause, my arms resting on either side of her head.

“Are you okay?”

She nods, her eyes closing.

My hand brushes across her lids. “No, baby, keep your eyes on me. I need to see you. Need to make sure you’re here with me.”

She snaps them open, a thousand emotions swirling out of her gaze, matching the intensity of how I feel inside.

And suddenly, I know what this is.

This is love.

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The sting isreal, and as he pushes in further, it feels more like he’s splitting me in half rather than making love.

But I breathe deep, allowing the pain to keep me grounded.

My arms slip down from around his neck, my nails digging deep into the muscles of his shoulder as he continues to press in.

He pauses again, allowing me to adjust.

“Just do it,” I force out, my hands trying to drag him into me.

His muscles tense under my hands and he surges forward, blinding pain racing through my core and up my middle as his hips rest flush against mine.

“Goddamn,you’re tight,” he moans, looking down at me. “Are you still with me?”

I open my mouth to speak, but words don’t come out because the truth is, this fuckinghurts, so I settle for a nod.

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