She licks her lips and then nods her head, and I swear to god I don’t fucking deserve her.
“I’m not on birth control,” she admits as I pull back.
“I’ll pull out and after this we’ll go and get you on birth control,” I tell her, feeling the need to be inside her consume me.
The thought of getting her pregnant doesn’t change a fucking thing. In my mind, I always knew if I ever had kids, it would be with her. It would just tie her to me in another way, but as much as I want to keep her tied to me in every way possible, I don’t want to do that to her right now. We’ll have children when she is ready. Taking my cock into my hand, I stroke it a few times, staring down at her before I guide the velvety head to her drenched entrance.
She grabs onto me like I might run away, and I press into her heat, my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head as I stretch her tight little hole.
“Remmy,” Jules whines and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to focus on her, and not just thrust deep inside her channel with all my fucking might. I open my eyes and look down at her. Pain contours her features, and I lift a hand, cupping her by the cheek, my touch gentle.
“Just breathe, baby, it’ll only hurt this time,” I growl, barely breathing myself. Fuck me, all I’ve got is the tip in and I’m losing my mind. What happens when I’m eight inches deep? How will I stop myself from fucking her with her tightness squeezing the life out of me? My body shakes, and a bead of sweat forms against my brow as I push in another inch.
Jules gasps, her grip tightening. “You’re so big…I don’t know if it’s going to fit.”
I grin down at her, my thumb gently caressing her cheek.
“Oh, it’s going to fit. Your pretty pussy was made for my cock. Every inch of you was made for me.” Refusing to prolong the pain, I swoop down and press a heated kiss to her already swollen lips, as I thrust forward at the same time, pushing through her barrier and deep into her virgin channel.
Tears spring from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and I pull away, though I keep my lips just a breath away from hers. She feels like heaven, so soft, warm, and wet. She fits around me like a glove, my cock twitches, my hips and muscles burning as I remain deathly still deep inside her.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper over and over again, wiping her tears away while peppering kisses to her face. After a short time, I start to move again, watching her intently. Her grip on me is still hard, but I love it. I love having her hold on to me like she’s afraid I might disappear.
As I move more and more the discomfort in her eyes seems to diminish and soon I find myself moving in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. I don’t go as hard as I normally would, but with Jules, I don’t need to. My body’s already burning up, pleasure searing through my bones with each shallow thrust. My muscles burn, my body begging for me to thrust deeper, to go harder, to have her like I’ve always wanted.
“Harder,” she urges, lifting one of her legs, pressing her heel into my ass to urge me forward.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I hiss out, even though I really, really want to fucking do as she’s asking.
“You aren’t,” she pants, her big blues pleading, and I feel her pussy flutter around my cock. Fuck, she’s going to come. I didn’t know if it was possible the first time. I thought there would only be pain, but like always, Jules is perfect in every way.
“You want to come all over my cock, baby?” I purr in her ear, going a little harder, relishing in the moan of pleasure that escapes her lips.
“Ohhhh…” she mewls.
“Milk my cock…with your pretty pussy,” I growl into her flesh, pressing kisses to her throat before hanging my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling our mixed scents. I could lose myself completely in her, in every way possible and that terrifies me, it scares the shit out of me.
“Remmy…” She digs her nails into my shoulders, and I thrust even harder, hitting the back of her channel. “Sooo…good…want more…”
Her words give me the final push over the edge. The last shred of self-control I have rips straight down the middle and I start thrusting into her deeper and faster than before, listening to her moans and pants in my ear as they act as fuel pushing me closer to the finish line.