pulled away for air, my eyes went to his tattoos. They rippled over his shoulders, dark flames dancing on perfect peach flesh, forking out to consume me.
The sun symbol above his breast glowed, a bright halo shining with sweat. Or maybe it was just the reddish circle formed by rushing blood, hungry heat pumping in his veins.
Garrett shifted above me. He stopped kissing me and stared down, gently panting, his big chest rising and falling just above my soft, suckable nipples.
“You ready to be a woman?”
The stress in his voice made everything harden. I nodded, getting drunk on his heavenly scent – rich, spicy, and unmistakably masculine.
Surprise hitched in my throat when he moved between my legs. At some point, he'd kicked off his pants and boxers. He was naked, pressing that enormous bulge between his legs against my slit, hard as stone and ready to avalanche.
Garrett reached out for my hands. I surrendered them to him willingly.
They went high above my head, and then he applied his trademark pressure. We locked eyes as he began to roll forward, hips shifting toward mine like rolling mountains.
His cock slid into me. No, pierced me, shaking me open inch by wicked inch, all muscle and raw power.
The gentle lover above wasn't such a soft instructor anymore. He became a hardened, famished beast, marking my virgin depths.
Garrett plowed deep. He went deeper, deeper, pushing against my fingers as they twitched.
Something tore near my entrance, quick and sharp, but I really felt my walls rearranging around his fullness. Soft, slick velvet altered itself to accommodate a man, the perfect lover it had been waiting for.
He rolled on, filling me to my very depths. When he hit the entrance to my womb with his big head, he stopped, lowering his sweat slick face to mine.
“You okay?” He growled into my ear.
“Keeping going. Please, Sir,” I grunted. “I want this...so fucking bad.”
“Good. Couldn't stop if I wanted to, baby. Pull your legs around my waist and hold on tight. You only get to be broken in like this once, but fucking this good never stops. It only gets better.”
Garrett lifted his hips. I winced a little as discomfort blazed through me.
Flames of pain and pleasure mingled, smeared together to the point where I couldn't tell them apart.
I secretly vowed I'd work through it, no matter how much it hurt. I had to have this initiation, and the sharper tingle in my nerves told me the rewards would be incredible if I just kept it together a little longer.
My lips formed a tight ring as he pushed down again. My hips lifted to his. I forced myself to swallow him deep, urging him on, thinking only of his pleasure.
Sir grunted, loud as approaching thunder. “Holy fuck. You really are a virgin, Jessie. Nobody's ever felt this tight and wet around my cock. That's saying something.”
I smiled. Nobody could fake words like that. Just the encouragement I needed.
His thrusts quickened, dipping down into my depths, his whole throbbing length gliding along my intimate skin. Each jerk dampened the pain, leaving nothing but a sinfully addictive pleasure in its wake.
My eyelids slipped closed. Eyes rolled back into my head.
He turned the blackness vivid red and full of stars. An orgasmic rush like nothing I'd ever known surged up inside me, sudden and ferocious.
“Oh, God! Sir! What is this?”
“You're going to come on this cock, little Princess. Don't try to speak. Just let go.”
The feral tone in his voice said, that's an order. And I sure as hell wasn't going to disobey when exquisite sensations arced through my flesh, closing in around me from every side.
Garrett thrust on. Instinct forced my legs tighter around his body, a great weight slamming into me, a human piston grinding to my core.
I opened my mouth wider to scream. Nothing would come out.
My fingers curled up and scratched at his hands as my whole body convulsed. Pure fire burned through me, chaotic and uncontrolled.
His friction held
The sun symbol above his breast glowed, a bright halo shining with sweat. Or maybe it was just the reddish circle formed by rushing blood, hungry heat pumping in his veins.
Garrett shifted above me. He stopped kissing me and stared down, gently panting, his big chest rising and falling just above my soft, suckable nipples.
“You ready to be a woman?”
The stress in his voice made everything harden. I nodded, getting drunk on his heavenly scent – rich, spicy, and unmistakably masculine.
Surprise hitched in my throat when he moved between my legs. At some point, he'd kicked off his pants and boxers. He was naked, pressing that enormous bulge between his legs against my slit, hard as stone and ready to avalanche.
Garrett reached out for my hands. I surrendered them to him willingly.
They went high above my head, and then he applied his trademark pressure. We locked eyes as he began to roll forward, hips shifting toward mine like rolling mountains.
His cock slid into me. No, pierced me, shaking me open inch by wicked inch, all muscle and raw power.
The gentle lover above wasn't such a soft instructor anymore. He became a hardened, famished beast, marking my virgin depths.
Garrett plowed deep. He went deeper, deeper, pushing against my fingers as they twitched.
Something tore near my entrance, quick and sharp, but I really felt my walls rearranging around his fullness. Soft, slick velvet altered itself to accommodate a man, the perfect lover it had been waiting for.
He rolled on, filling me to my very depths. When he hit the entrance to my womb with his big head, he stopped, lowering his sweat slick face to mine.
“You okay?” He growled into my ear.
“Keeping going. Please, Sir,” I grunted. “I want this...so fucking bad.”
“Good. Couldn't stop if I wanted to, baby. Pull your legs around my waist and hold on tight. You only get to be broken in like this once, but fucking this good never stops. It only gets better.”
Garrett lifted his hips. I winced a little as discomfort blazed through me.
Flames of pain and pleasure mingled, smeared together to the point where I couldn't tell them apart.
I secretly vowed I'd work through it, no matter how much it hurt. I had to have this initiation, and the sharper tingle in my nerves told me the rewards would be incredible if I just kept it together a little longer.
My lips formed a tight ring as he pushed down again. My hips lifted to his. I forced myself to swallow him deep, urging him on, thinking only of his pleasure.
Sir grunted, loud as approaching thunder. “Holy fuck. You really are a virgin, Jessie. Nobody's ever felt this tight and wet around my cock. That's saying something.”
I smiled. Nobody could fake words like that. Just the encouragement I needed.
His thrusts quickened, dipping down into my depths, his whole throbbing length gliding along my intimate skin. Each jerk dampened the pain, leaving nothing but a sinfully addictive pleasure in its wake.
My eyelids slipped closed. Eyes rolled back into my head.
He turned the blackness vivid red and full of stars. An orgasmic rush like nothing I'd ever known surged up inside me, sudden and ferocious.
“Oh, God! Sir! What is this?”
“You're going to come on this cock, little Princess. Don't try to speak. Just let go.”
The feral tone in his voice said, that's an order. And I sure as hell wasn't going to disobey when exquisite sensations arced through my flesh, closing in around me from every side.
Garrett thrust on. Instinct forced my legs tighter around his body, a great weight slamming into me, a human piston grinding to my core.
I opened my mouth wider to scream. Nothing would come out.
My fingers curled up and scratched at his hands as my whole body convulsed. Pure fire burned through me, chaotic and uncontrolled.
His friction held
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