I’m consumed by him, and when I look up, our eyes connect. “Come for me, fall apart so I can fuck you the way you should be fucked. Like only I can.”
The intensity in his eyes, the love and want that pours out of him. He’s obsessed, but his feelings are deeper than that, and I feel that now. Feel his attraction. It’s like sticking your finger into a light socket.
Scissoring the two fingers inside of me, he touches that sweet spot at the back of my channel that he touched before and I come undone. Split down the middle. My muscles tense, and like a rubber band, my body snaps. Pleasure pools in my core, and I clench down on his fingers, my channel gripping him like it never wants to let go.
“Tell me you want me… that you want my cock,” Zane says as he eases his fingers out of me. My gaze flicks down to his massive cock. Come beads the tip as it bobs in the space between us. Can I do this? Take him? I’m afraid… but also spellbound with need.
I want him, need him.
“Yes, take me…”
The words have barely left my lips, and he’s on me, centering himself between my legs. Hovering above me, his entire body vibrates. He’s so big and warm, and I feel safe. I feel safe in my captor’s arms. Snaking a hand between our bodies, he guides the crown of his cock to my entrance, and I tense. I look up at him and find him watching me.
“There is no way around this. It’s going to hurt, but I promise I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he whispers hoarsely, and relief floods my veins.
He won’t hurt me. He won’t just take.
I try and relax as the head of his cock enters me, but I can’t. It feels like he’s taking everything from me. Pain. Pleasure. Love. Hate. My lungs tighten, and my thoughts become dizzy. It’s like he’s ripping me in two.
“Breathe, baby, breathe for me.” Zane sounds as pained as I feel, and I realize I’m not breathing then. Sucking in a shaky breath, I half expect him to just plow into me at that moment, but he doesn’t. He takes his time, savoring every inch he gains. Pain ripples through me, overtaking the pleasure.
I feel full, so full, and when he reaches the resistance of my virginity, he smiles. He actually smiles as he thrusts forward and claims it. Like a prize that can never be returned or given to another, he makes certain I will always remember him. Remember this moment. No matter what happens, I will always know who my first was.
Peppering my face with kisses, he thrust a little deeper, and I whimper when his balls press against my ass. He’s all the way in… he’s inside of me. His muscles strain, and a bead of sweat slides down the side of his face.
His lips find my ear, and he stills inside of me. I can’t imagine the amount of self-control it’s taking for him not to plunge into me over and over again.
“Fucking Christ, I can’t tell you how many nights I fucked my hand thinking about your pussy. Imagining how warm and tight it would be. How it would feel to claim that one piece of you that no one else ever could again. Through all the dreaming, I never could have imagined it would feel this good. That it would be this perfect. That we would fit together so well, like two pieces of a puzzle.” All I can do is whimper as I try and adjust to his cock inside of me.
His lips sear mine hungrily, and pleasure starts to build again when he moves a hand between our sweaty bodies and finds my clit. He strokes me gently, circling my bundle of nerves, playing them like an instrument until my entire body loosens, slowly becoming a melty pile of mush. When I start to lift my hips and mewl against his mouth, he pulls out and thrusts back in. His strokes are slow and precise at first, and though there is a bite of pain with each push, it’s far more bearable with his finger on my clit.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks, our foreheads touching.
“No…” I gasp and arch into him, the cuffs around my wrists dig into my skin as he swivels his hips, touching something inside me. It’s foreign, but it feels like heaven.
“Good. I want you to come with me.”
“I don’t know if I can… girls don’t come their first time,” I whisper.
Zane smiles. “Girls that are with guys who don’t care about their pleasure don’t come their first time. You’re going to come, or I’ll continue fucking you until you do.”
The intense look in his eyes tells me he’s not lying, and I become hypnotized by him as he starts fucking me, sinking deep into my flesh, taking and taking until there is nothing left. Until I’m a shell, and he is the harbor for all my happiness and misery.