His Gift

He gives me one long generous lick, and that’s all it takes for me to start moaning his name. “Miles…” I mewl into the air and place a hand against his head, never wanting him to leave. Pleased, he growls against my folds and starts to feast, rubbing against my clit while he fucks me with his tongue, slow and leisurely.

“Ohhhh…” Pleasure builds deep in my belly, and warmth radiates down my spine and into my limbs. This feels different, deeper, and I’m not sure how. Miles works me to the edge of existence, his lips tugging at my clit, sucking every drop of arousal out of me.

“Come for me. I want to feel your tight little pussy try and push me out,” he growls against my mound, the rumble of his deep voice pulses through me and I shatter into a million pieces, all of which go in a million different directions.

My lids fall closed, and I tremble against the sheets. I don’t get a chance to come down from my high though. Miles gently eases a finger into my channel, pumping in and out of me until I’m gasping, my back bowing off the mattress.

“I… I can’t…” I whimper, feeling as if I’m going to break in two, the pleasure so consuming it could swallow me whole.

“You will… you’re going to come all over my hand before I stretch you with my cock. Now, be a good little girl and come for me, show me how bad you want me to fuck you. Show me…” Miles orders gruffly, and it’s like he has some type of pull on my body, like he knows me better than I know myself.

Adding a second finger, he pumps faster and faster, stretching me, filling me, adding a bite of pain to the mix and it’s enough to send me over the edge.

“Ohhh…” I cry and bite at my hand as I place it over my mouth to stop the scream from escaping, but all it does is muffle it as he slingshots me into the dark. Goosebumps zing across my skin, and my nipples harden to the point of pain as every function of my body ceases to exist in that moment.

I’m vaguely aware of Miles’s fingers easing out of me, his huge frame moving above mine. When I finally open my eyes, I see him hovering above me, his eyes the color of melted chocolate, his features brimming with frustration and need.

His body shakes as he spreads me wider and takes his cock into his hand, giving it a few shallow pumps. I’m mesmerized by the movement and watch with bated breath as he brings it to my entrance.

Looking up at me, he grunts, “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re so fucking small, and I’m… a beast. I don’t want to scare you, but all I want to do is sink deep inside you, fuck you until my cock is smeared with your virginity.”

Lifting a hand, I place it against his cheek. His skin is rough and warm, and he feels like home. Like being in his arms is where I belong.

“You won’t hurt me… I trust you,” I whisper.

“Maybe you shouldn’t, sweets, you really shouldn’t, but there isn’t anyone else I’d ever let have you, so you’re stuck with me. Mine. All-fucking-mine.” The way the word mine rolls off his tongue tells me he isn’t lying. I am his, but is he mine?

Pressing his groin into my center, I feel his cock head brush against my wet folds, the question disappearing from my mind. Something inside my chest tightens as he slips down to my entrance, he eases into me, my channel fighting against him as he pushes forward.

My virginity is no match against a man as big as Miles, and without much effort, my pussy gives way, stretching around his thick member. My muscles burn as he stretches me, driving his hips forward. Whimpering, I force myself to breathe as I feel him press against my virgin barrier.

“You’re so tight and perfect just as I knew you’d be,” he hisses, pausing for a moment inside of me. He cups me by the cheek and kisses me deeply, his tongue swirling around mine, distracting me from the pain.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m panting, my pussy clenching around him, my nipples pebbled against my thin T-shirt. His gaze slides down my chest, and when he sees the hardened nub, he sucks on it through the fabric.

“I want to fuck you deeply, fuck you until all you feel is my cock for weeks, but I can’t. I have to be gentle with you. I have to care for you. You aren’t just anyone to me, you’re my all, my everything.” Pulling out to the tip, he pushes back in, the pain has lessened tremendously, but still, he’s so big, and I feel so full, I doubt I’ll get any pleasure from this.