Muse in Lingerie (Lingerie 1)

But I took her instead.

The asshole inside me was as rampant as ever, but a softer part of me still existed beneath the surface. She brought out that gentleness in me, made me care about her pain when I shouldn’t. So I slowed down. “Doing okay, Muse?”

“It…it just hurts a little.”

My spine tightened again, the arousal pooling in my balls. “You want me to stop?” I shouldn’t even give her the option. I should just fuck her as hard as I wanted to. In time, she would stretch, and it would get easier. So she should deal with it. I shouldn’t give a damn how she felt.

“No…it feels good.” Her arms hooked over my shoulders. Another tear slipped down her cheek. “It just hurts too.”

I kissed the tear on her cheek before it could reach the sheets. “It hurts the first time…especially since I’m a big man.”

Her tits shook every time I thrust into her, and her fingers dug into my hair. She breathed through the pain, moaning sometimes and wincing at others.

I didn’t expect to make her come, not when it was her first time and she was struggling so much. But I wanted to make her enjoy it, to make her look forward to the next time I would have her. Because I could tell in that moment I would want to fuck her forever. All she did was lie there, and it was still the best sex of my life.

I repositioned myself so my pelvic bone would rub against her clit. I ground against her forcefully, pressing into her clit harder than I would with my fingers. The muscles all over my body were tightening in anticipation, and I couldn’t hold back much longer. I wanted to come hard, to get my first return on my investment.

She breathed more heavily, and her tears stopped. Her nails started to claw at my back, and she widened her legs farther, doing what she could to accommodate my girth. Her eyes closed, and she arched her back just as her pussy tightened around me.

Thank god.

She came all around me, her pussy squeezing me as she dragged her nails down my body. Her come sheathed my dick, and her hips bucked automatically. Her mouth trembled against mine, and her moans were a hundred times louder than the other times I made her come. She was in pain, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. “Conway…”

She said my name. I didn’t have to ask her to do that.

I gave my final pumps, this time fucking her as hard as I wanted. I pushed through her cream then shoved my entire dick inside her. Like my body was a gun and my dick was the barrel, a bullet erupted out of my body. I filled her with everything I had, dumping her with more come than my body had ever produced. I gripped the back of her neck and deepened the angle, obsessed with giving it all to her. I wanted her to sleep with my come inside her. I wanted her to feel me even after my dick was gone.

Sweaty and warm, our bodies were satisfied and exhausted. I stayed on top of her because I wasn’t ready to leave yet. My dick was still softening, and I treasured how good that orgasm just felt. I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her softly, trying to make up for the cruel way I fucked her at the end.

She kissed me back, her kiss just as enthusiastic.

I slowly pulled out of her, feeling the air against my wet dick. A spot of blood was underneath her, but I liked the stain. I wasn’t in a hurry to change my sheets, not when I had a nice memory like that.

She brought her knees together and lay there, relaxing now that it was over.

I pulled her legs apart and stared at her pussy, seeing the white come accumulated at her entrance. I closed her legs again. “My come is staying inside you all night.”

She propped herself on her elbows and looked at me. “Okay…”

I moved to the head of the bed where the pillows were, then patted the spot beside me.

She crawled over the sheets then lay next to me.

I didn’t sleep with women either, but I thought I could make an exception this one time. I wanted to give this woman what she wanted since she gave me something so incredible. I positioned her against me, her arm draped over my waist and my arm hooked around her shoulders.

I was tired from the anticipation for the night, and I knew she was sore. Otherwise, I’d be fucking her again right now. But I didn’t want to push it. I enjoyed seeing her in pain, but I didn’t want to hurt her more than necessary.