Page 53 of Ice King

My blood raged with unbridled, fiery heat. I grabbed his shirt and ripped it open, not caring that several buttons popped off and disappeared into the garden beneath us. Swiftly, he tore his shirt over his head. He loomed over me as he unbuckled his belt, smiling knowingly as a shiver passed through me at the sight of the heavy strap. With a soft chuckle, he tossed it to the ground, leaving the memories unsaid. He unbuttoned his dark cotton pants and pushed them down past his hips, freeing his cock to my view for the very first time.

I sucked in a breath of fear.

I’d only felt his cock against my body before, safely confined within his slacks. I hadn’t seen it, not like this.

It was an absolute monstrosity.

My thighs pressed together, and I let out a nervous cry. I didn’t know how it was going to fit inside me. It was nearly as thick as a beer can, and twice as long. My pussy clenched, and I bit my lip, only just beginning to understand what I was in for. Even if he pressed inside me slowly, there would be no gentle fucking with that thing.

Every single thrust was going to hurt.

I didn’t understand why a tiny part of me got a thrill out of that realization. I should be terrified, but it was as if my body was ignoring that entirely.

He kicked off his boots and his pants, standing before me, fully naked and proudly erect. He took a step closer before lifting me off the ground and pinning me against the wall. Between his massive form and his enormous cock, I’d never felt so small in my life.

He lowered me just enough so that his cock brushed against my pussy, and I moaned as it slid through my soaked folds with embarrassing ease. Everything about it felt perfectly right, and I shivered, unable to quell my unbridled anticipation.

“I have thought about sinking into this gorgeous pussy many times, angel.”

The heat that enveloped my face was so intense that I wondered if it had caught fire. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to think of a way to explain what I wanted to say, and I suddenly realized I needed to tell him that I was innocent.

“No one has ever…”

He shook his head, and the words died on my tongue. “You don’t need to tell me. I already know, sweet girl.”

“It’s going to hurt,” I whimpered.

“Not that part, angel. I will make it as easy for you as I can. Only after that will I take you as hard as you need to be taken,” he vowed.

Even now, his gentle sweetness prevailed, reminding me that he was same man who’d carried me down from the mountain, who nursed me back to health time and time again, who rescued me from the steward not once, but twice.

Nykor was the one.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers together, gasping as his thick length slid back and forth over my clit, driving my body wild with need. I tried to keep still, but my hips rolled without conscious thought. He growled with approval, and I did it again, this time on purpose.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he breathed.

He didn’t slow down the teasing. His hands explored my body, squeezing my breasts and slowly taunting my erect nipples. He took the left bud into his fingers, pinching lightly before twisting it hard enough to send a spike of desire straight to my core. I whimpered as the blaze inside me billowed up into an open bonfire. Without thought, I ground myself against the shaft of his cock, swiftly approaching the release that I knew to be within my grasp.

With a knowing chuckle, he angled his pelvis back a few inches, and I cried out, the contact between my pussy and his cock suddenly removed. Left on the edge of orgasm, I trembled, trying to take back control of my body.

It was a losing battle.

His lips pressed against the side of my neck as the head of his cock teased at my entrance. I whimpered, but this was what I’d wanted all along.

“I’m ready,” I breathed.

His hand cupped the back of my head, providing a barrier between me and the wall. He kissed me gently as he jerked his hips upward, breaking through the barrier of my virginity with a single hard thrust.

I screamed.

He swallowed every single bit of my sounds. My back arched, and I was grateful for the placement of his hand so I didn’t slam my head into the wall. My whole body stiffened as waves of pain burned through me, unsure that my pussy hadn’t split in two. His girth stretched me so wide that my channel burned with fire. His cock felt like a molten spike, sizzling my insides from the inside out.

The pain was intense for what felt like forever, but thankfully it finally began to ebb away. He stayed still inside me, surrounding me with his strong form as I struggled to take him. Eventually, I was able to return his kiss, tentatively at first and then more persistently as my desire reared its head once again.

My pussy remained just a little sore, but he was inside me, and I wanted more.

“Please,” I begged.

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