Page 18 of Dirty December

“You said you’d stretch me out until I’m only fit for your thick human cock.” I look up at him, eyelashes fluttering. I pout and reach between our bodies, pulling the velvety soft crown of his cock to my clit and rubbing us together.

“I’m only worried it’ll hurt more than you think.”

I moan. “But then you’ll pound the pain away, mold it into pleasure. I’ve seen what you do in the workshop, Klaus. You take base metal and make it into something brand new.”

That’s us. This relationship will be brand new. It will make both of us into something new, from a lonely widower who only gives, to a seasoned heart mate who can receive. From a shy oddball hiding her feelings to someone confident with her other half.

“Tell me if you’d like me to stop,” Klaus finally says.

I bite my lip and nod. My fingers are crossed as they tangle in the silvery sheet of Klaus’ hair. There is no way I’ll stop until I’ve had my fill of him.

Klaus rubs his tip through my folds, up and down, gathering my wetness. I spread my hips and pull my knees up high, cradling Klaus’ ribcage. Later on, I want to lie with my knees to my chest, utterly exposed as he has his way with me.

The tip stops its journey and lodges in my entrance, barely fitting. The stretch makes me hold my breath, knowing there’s so much more to come.

Klaus strains and shoves, then drops his hips, plunging about half of his length into me.

My eyes sparkle with tears as burning pain rips along my inner walls. Only Klaus’ frantic fingers dancing on my nub bring any counterpoint to the pain.

“Play with your pussy, sweetie. Let’s make you feel better.”

I whimper and nod, wincing as Klaus rolls over, pulling me with him.

“No, no, oh!” I keep most of his cock inside of me as we shift, but now I’m on top.

“Sit down on my cock, heart mate. Sit all the way down, as slowly as you need to. Your body will give.” Klaus kneads my breasts as he watches me struggling to take his length.

“I’m trying.” My voice catches in the middle.

“Suck your fingers for me.”

“Hm?” My eyes, shut against the pain, flare open.

“Suck your fingers. Get them nice and wet.” Klaus pulls my nipples, teasing the hard nubs to higher, stiffer points.

I put two fingers in my mouth and suck on them. As I do, I start mimicking how I sucked Klaus’ cock earlier, looking deeply into his eyes while my tongue swirls. I can feel a heartbeat trapped in my pussy, blood pounding as my whole body throbs.

“Rub your clit until you come on my cock.”

I hesitate. I don’t think I can come yet. The pain is definitely winning—and Klaus isn’t helping as he begins to make short, shallow thrusts that make my stretched opening sting.

“Trust me.”

I rub wet fingers over my pearl, remembering how Klaus sucked on me earlier—the first man to ever deliver pleasure like that. I press in harder, remembering the way he slapped my pussy, then kneaded it, knowing just what to do.

Maybe he knows what to do now.

“You look incredible, riding me like that. All spread out on my cock. Would you like to see?”

“How?” I ask, knowing there are no mirrors in this room and no cameras or other technology with us.

“Oh, when we get our first little home alone. I think I’ll make sure to put some mirrors in our room. You just got so much wetter, thinking about seeing yourself take such a big, thick dick all the way. And your ass, Eirwen. Even tighter. Want to watch yourself get fucked there? Your tiny little pucker stretched around the base of my cock?”

“Fuck!” I squeak as my hand jackhammers against my needy clit, mind reeling with lust. “I want to see everything you do to me. God, yes,pleasefuck me like that, deep and hard!”

“Mm. Your wish is my command.”

Another flip leaves me breathless and on my knees, pussy dripping and straining as Klaus grips my hips from behind. I grab the quilt on the edge of the mattress and let myself go limp as the waves of pain and pleasure begin to steadily alternate. I can feel Klaus’ thighs tapping mine, his hard stomach that has a bit of soft padding against my rear.

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