He let out a low growl and dragged his massive palm down his mouth. With his other hand, he stroked himself. Still hard, standing thick and tall, making me quiver at the thought of what was coming. At the base, there was a hint of my maiden blood, which I found so intensely erotic that it made my eyes flutter shut.
“Don’t take your eyes off me,” he said. I forced my eyes open and nodded back at him, gripping the sheet in my fists. The low light of the oil lamp showed off the deep valleys and crevices of the musculature of his torso.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.
He glanced away from me then, smiling a little, ever-so-briefly embarrassed with the compliment.
In that moment, I really recognized just how different from his brother he was. This was not some brutal, awful man.
Aggressive, yes.
Powerful, of course.
Intimidating, no doubt.
But he had a good, kind heart in that brawny body of his. The simplest compliment made him shy away. Somehow, some way, I knew it in my soul that I could trust him, and that given the chance, I would willingly and freely give my heart to him. Not just my body but all of me.
I was losing my grip. Letting emotion and lust take over. I must stay logical. I must stick to the plan.
But soon enough, he had refocused on the business at hand, and he parted my folds with the tip of his cock. He gripped my hips from behind and met my eyes. Then, in a slow but greedy thrust, he took me from behind and I dropped my head on a gasp.
As he reached the limit of my depths, I sucked in a steadying breath, but it felt so good that I was frozen like that, breathless and hollowed out with pleasure and surprise.
As he pulled me even further into him, he let his hands trail down to the cleft of my buttocks, rubbing the round domes before, unexpectedly, he hit me with a sharp spank. That sting of pain on my backside was just what I needed to exhale again.
Taking my hips forcefully in his hands, he drove into me again and again. Every drive was more mind-blowing than the last. It felt so good it was almost unbearable.
Almost painful.
Almost too much.
Almost.
“Vasile,” I gasped as he pounded me into dizziness, “I don’t know if I can take you this way…”
“You can take it,” he snarled, teasing and intense.
He filled me with another drive and another. I was at my breaking point, right there on the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain.
I didn’t want him to stop, I couldn’t ask him to stop. And so, I breathed into the pain, into the bliss, into the pleasure and the spinning room.
“Good girl,” he said, as he felt me relax. “That’s how you take this cock. That’s exactly how you take it. Now fucking beg me. Beg me for my cum. Beg me to fill you.”
When I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a primal, bestial, dirty scream.
“Fuck yes,” he roared as he fucked me harder and harder still. The sounds of slapping flesh and primal grunts filled the room.
“Please,” I said. “Vasile,please. Please. Please, pleeeeeease,” I begged. “I need it. I want it.”
“But do you fucking deserve it?” he asked, with another drive so savage that it slammed the big old mahogany headboard against the plaster with a whack at the same time he brought his hand down again on my rear end, sending a wave of heat and an explosion of pain outward.
I could barely take it anymore. He was so big; I was so inexperienced. My world was now nothing but my pussy and his cock and I didn’t know which way was up or down. But I desperately wanted that seed. I desperately wanted to own his pleasure as he had owned mine. And so I plumbed my own depths for my darkness and fury.
In his hands, I let myself go.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I screamed with each savage thrust the vulgarity feeling so right. “Vasile, please!” And as I screamed that final please, I clenched down on his cock with all my might, willing him with my entire body to release inside me.
And just like that, he was pulsing his seed into my womb, roaring and thrusting and growling my name.
Such an animal. Such a beast.
I was dripping with him.
With his cum.
Oh my God.
What had I done?* * *We lay tangled up together in his bed for a little while, but as soon as I felt his breathing become more regular and steadier, I began to slip out from his embrace.
What we had just done was so powerful, so life-altering, that I wanted the time and space to appreciate it without the reminder of what I knew was most likely true—I was just the next in a long line of lovers.