Phoenix Rising

"Sweet Jesus!"

Sweat was dripping off my brow as I circled my hips, trying to get a bit further inside her. I was only a few inches in and I already felt like I could pop. I was so turned on, all it would take at this point was a stiff breeze to tip me over the edge…

Speaking of stiff, my cock felt like a battering ram, sinking into a pot of honey. Warm, hot and sweet. I’d never felt anything like Phoenyx Delancey in my life. Not even close.

"Easy does it… Christ! I don't want to hurt you, darlin'…"

I reached down and found her clit, playing with the tender nub as I pushed forward. Unfff… that was working. She opened up like a flower, letting me in even more. I'd never imagined pleasure so intense. The adorable girl wrapped in my arms, her willingness, our bodies joining together… it was paradise, pure and simple.

For fuck's sake, it wasn't supposed to feel this good, was it?

Something was happening. The beautiful, delicate woman underneath me was melting. I could feel her opening, stretching to accommodate my girth. I was not a small man to begin with, and my cock was big even for my size.

But if I went nice and easy… maybe I could manage not to hurt her. Maybe we could go again in a little bit, when my lust was somewhat tempered. When I could take my time, not run wild like an untamed bronco.

"Clint."

I looked down at her stunningly beautiful face, vowing to myself that she was mine. That I would never, ever let her go. That I was keeping her.

Permanently.

Whether she was thinking that way or not. I would convince her. I would show her how good it could be. Even if I was an older man. I would tame this filly, no matter what temper tantrums she threw my way.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

She looked at me, all sweet and innocent big eyes and–

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please hurry up and fuck me.”

My jaw dropped. Literally dropped. To hear the ‘F’ word coming out of the luscious lips of such a pristine girl… well, it was one hell of a turn on. And I didn’t need any assistance in that regard. My whole body tightened up in response. I knew it wouldn’t take me long. And I didn’t want to be a two pump chump.

"You're sure?"

“Hmmm… yes!”

I flexed my hips and she gave me a sexy moan that let me know exactly how sure she was. Damn! Well hell, if the lady wanted me to get a move on, I sure as hell wasn't going to disappoint her.

I groaned and let my body take over. Even if I wasn't the whole way in, I could get a good rhythm going in the meantime. I slid out and then back in a few times, realizing the motion was helping me get further inside. It was working. In a few minutes I was wedged deep inside her, not moving, barely thinking, afraid to breathe.

This was what heaven felt like.

It wasn’t just the superficial ecstasy of looking at her and holding her. Feeling her. Phee was exceptionally beautiful, her body a perfect specimen of strong but feminine. But that wasn't just it. And it wasn't just that I was the first either, though I had to admit that mattered to me, more than I could have imagined.

It was her. It was Phoenyx Delancey in my arms, calling my name, letting me make her a woman.

And I was damned if I was ever going to let her go.

"You alright, Phee?"

"Hmmm hmmm…"

I was holding back, trying to go slow. I wanted to make it last and be as gentle as I could. It was the hardest damn thing I'd done in my life.

"You sure now? It's a real tight fit."

"Yes. But I…"

"What is it darlin'? You tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

"I want to move."

I grinned, feeling like I'd won the damn lottery. Hell, I knew I had. This perfect, passionate woman wanted me.

I just had to show her the ropes.

"Good. That's real good, babygirl. Here, let me show you…"

I gripped her ass in both hands and pulled out. As I pushed my way back in, I guided her hips towards me in a little circle. And again. And again.

By the third stroke, she had it. I grit my teeth, trying to hold on to my sanity. Phoenyx Delancey was a natural. Of course, she was. Five minutes in the saddle and the girl was screwing me like a champ.

Oh yes, I was bound for hell by way of heaven, and there wasn’t a thing in the world I would change about it.

Chapter Sixteen

Phoenyx

"Oh! Oh, oh oh ohhhhh!"

I was whispering and shaking, flat on my back on the hard wood floor, with Clint moving above me. He was working himself in and out of my body like a freight train. He was unstoppable.