He watches me like I’m the most delicious dessert on the menu.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
I can only nod. My voice is lodged somewhere in my stomach.
“Show me.”
My thighs drop open for him. The panties I’m wearing barely cover my virginity, and if the darkening of his gaze says anything, he can tell just how much I want him.
“Will it hurt?” I whisper, licking my lips as his face lowers between my legs.
He doesn’t answer me at first, and by the time he does raise his head, I’m too lost in the feel of his hot breath breathing on my thighs to care.
“Yes.” His no-nonsense answer gives me pause, but I only nod again.
“You’ll take it away, won’t you, Martin?” My head drops back on my shoulders as he lowers his face again, inhaling my scent deep into his lungs. “Ohhhh.” The feelings lighting my body up guarantee he’ll make me feel good.
“Not before I enjoy it.” My body drops to the mattress and Martin peels my bra and panties off gently as he kisses up and down my body. His soft lips make me shiver every time he touches me.
“Please!” I cry out when he licks across one nipple, cupping the whole breast in his hand and sucking the peak deeply into his mouth. My entire body pulses with desire, and I can’t help the way I rub my bare pussy against his thigh. The coarse hairs on his flesh create a friction I didn’t know I needed.
“Tell me, sweet virgin, have you played with this pretty pussy before?” He’s kissing along to my other globe and it takes a moment before I can comprehend his question.
“Yes.” I whimper.
He pauses, and I feel him tense. “Thinking about who?”
It’s my turn to smirk at the jealousy in his tone. “You.”
“That’s my girl.” He whispers the words, but I feel them throughout my entire frame. His girl. I really could get used to the sound of that.
Don’t Celeste, you’ll get hurt. Stupid inner voice.
His expert fingers search out my heat and soon he’s inserting one finger, then another, and all too quickly I’m floating high in the sky. Nothing but euphoria flows through me.
“Martin…” I whine.
“Celeste.”
He groans. Pulling his hands free, I sense him moving forward and feel the fat head of his cock pushing at my entrance.
“Don’t tighten up on me.” His harsh growl vibrates in the room.
Dropping my legs as far open I can, I arch into his body, hoping to make it easier. The burning in my core has tears in my eyes and soon he’s forced his way in, and a pain-filled scream rips from my chest.
“Shhh.” He tries to soothe, but I can’t stand it and try to push him away. “Stop moving, Celeste.” His angry bark pops my eyes open and I see he’s in just as much pain as I am.
I can’t stop the sob breaking free. “It hurts.”
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my lips, cheek, neck, and coming back to my mouth. He slowly slides his tongue between my lips, making me think of what he’s doing up here rather than down there. “Rock into me, lift your hips up and down, nice and slow. Just like…fuck.” Dropping his head onto my chest, his breaths are harsh, and I soon find a slow rhythm that eases the pain inside.
“Are you okay?” I whisper when he still doesn’t move.
“I have to move, Celeste,” he groans.
“Okay.”
“It might hurt you.”