Page 51 of First Time

Heat swept over me as I eyed his massive length.

“I-I don’t think you’re going to fit,” I whispered even though I had every intention of finding out.

“Oh, I’ll fit,” Daniel assured me with a smirk while sliding his finger into my body again. His cock jerked at my needy whimper as he rubbed deep inside my inner wall. “You’re soaked for me.”

I closed my eyes and ground against his palm fit tight against my core. “Yes,” I gasped as he slid his finger out.

Daniel shifted forward, wrapped his hands around my splayed thighs, and pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. “Look at me while I make you mine, Becky.”

I fluttered my eyelids open, my breath catching at the heat, the desire, in Daniel’s steady gaze. No one, not even Stephen, had ever looked at me as Daniel did—like I hung the stars in the inky expanse of the night sky. His face appeared as though I had shifted clouds to allow sunlight to filter onto his cold face.

My breath caught, and I swallowed hard, reaching for his wrists to center myself—feel that the moment was real, that Daniel was real.

He pressed forward without hindrance, the slow feeling of fullness more intense than anything I’d experienced. It was an invasion of more than flesh and blood. His soul seemed to sink into mine, slow and sure, taking up residence inside my body.

“O-oh…” I bit my lip as he sank deeper. “G-God.” A shudder rippled through me as Daniel’s groin pressed tight against me. We were a perfect fit.

I’d never felt so filled—complete.

Tears stung my eyes even as I continued to keep them on his dark ones.

Leaning forward, Daniel propped on an elbow beside my shoulder, his other hand gripping my thigh. Our gazes remained locked, the stillness like a hovering storm heightening my heartbeat.

“There’s no going back,” he reminded me while flexing his hips and burrowing incredibly deeper.

“N-never,” I vowed on a gasp, recognizing in our coming together that Daniel had been meant for me from the very beginning. Nothing existed but him, and my past no longer mattered.

He leaned in to kiss me, unhurried and relaxed while pulling out until only the head of his cock remained clamped by my pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered against my lips and slid in until his pubic bone ground against my clit.

My back bowed, and I cried out against his mouth as another wave of electrical pulses clamped my core around his girth.

He held steady with slow strokes, drawing out my second climax until I shivered beneath his heat, my breath catching.

Nuzzling his lips beneath my ear, he groaned as though fighting for control.

“A-are you okay?” I whispered and could feel his resulting smile against the skin of my neck where his clipped beard tickled.

“Better than okay.” He grasped my thigh, nudging against my cervix, and I gasped again. “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness.”

I did as told, grabbing hold of his wide shoulders as well.

Daniel angled his hips and shoved forward. Hard.

“Oh, God!” My legs squeezed, hands grasping at his hard muscles. “M-More. Please,” I begged, uncaring that I sounded like a needy whore.

He set a steady pace, thrusting and grinding against my core. “I knew you would feel like heaven,” he growled and planked over me, glancing down to where our bodies joined.

I leaned up to do the same, my mouth going dry at the sight of his length spearing into me, wetness glistening around his thickness. My pussy welcomed him with an eagerness I hadn’t expected. Everything inside me tingled at the heat of him—how he stuffed me full with every inch of his cock.

“Daniel,” I whispered his name, my voice catching at the rush of arousal sweeping over me.

He once more leaned down and captured my mouth with a groan. Hips upping their pace, he rocked into me. “So fucking good...”

I moaned, lifting to meet his every thrust.

“I want you to come around my cock again.” He nipped my lower lip. “Tighten that hot pussy around me and milk me dry.”

His words swirled lust through my blood, and I yearned to give him what he asked for. Hands grasping at his tensed shoulders, I closed my eyes and gave over the sensations surrounding me as he ate at my mouth. Heat. Slickness between my thighs and along his tongue. The hardness filling me. A delicious aching in my chest…stinging in my eyes.

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