My Darling Arrow (St. Mary's Rebels 1)

Then he lifts himself up and positions his cock at my entrance. I suck in a breath and hold onto him like he told me. We stare at each other for a second before he twists his hips and enters me in one go.

Heat and stinging pain explode in my belly but instead of crying, I smile.

I smile even though I feel myself bleeding.

Even though I feel his big, fat cock throbbing inside of me, trying to stretch my body more than it’s ever been stretched before.

Because he’s inside of me.

My Arrow is inside my body and nothing will curb my happiness.

No amount of pain or burn will make my smile go away even as a tear rolls down from the corner of my eye.

Arrow sees it though and gets worried.

His sweaty forehead crinkles with a frown and he comes down at me. He gathers me in his arms and licks my tears away.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby. It’ll go away, I promise,” he whispers, all gently and tenderly.

Lovingly.

My smile at the ceiling becomes even brighter then.

At the way he then proceeds to rub his cheek against mine as if in affection.

I smile at the way he keeps shushing me, running his rough palms up and down the sides of my body, trying to loosen up the tension in me. At the way he blows hot breath on the side of my neck and my shoulders.

I smile at how he’s my first and I’m his first too.

His very first virgin.

I smile at this unexpected gift.

I smile and smile at everything as his mouth begins to kiss me slowly and lazily like I asked him to. To kiss me while he hurts my pussy, and suddenly I can’t stop touching him, touching his hot shoulders, his sweaty back, his bunched-up biceps.

And before I know it, we’re moving.

We are rocking against each other and he breaks the kiss to raise himself over my body again, his palms on either side of my head.

His pumps are small and soft; they barely hurt. In fact, they produce a delicious friction that makes my thighs rise up and cinch around his waist, forcing him to move faster.

But he waits.

He stares down at me. To really make sure that I’m okay, and when he sees that I am, that I’m arching my back and digging my nails in his sides, he picks up the pace.

As soon as he does that, my pussy gushes cum for him, greasing up the way, and he takes advantage of that.

His strokes become short and jabbing and he’s giving it to me now.

He’s moving inside of me, pumping into me and I’m so tiny, so featherlight that my body is jiggling with his movements.

Moaning, I close my eyes when he hits a spot deep inside of me. It makes me sigh out his name. I bet it’s that curved head of his pretty cock. It’s rubbing up against something really crucial like my G spot, and I’m so close to coming.

My pussy is tightening up, spasming over his length and I feel him come back down to me, the sharp peaks of his body scraping against my soft ones.

He braces himself on his elbows and demands on a rough whisper, “Look at me.”

I do.

I open my eyes against the erotic music of his flesh slapping mine.

“Who’s fucking you?” he asks with clenched teeth.

I smell us in the air, the mixed scent of our bodies, musky and delicious, as I answer, “You.”

“Yeah? What’s my name?”

“A-Arrow.”

“Say it.”

Again he doesn’t have to explain it. Somehow, I already know what he wants me to say.

“My Arrow’s fucking me.”

His eyes flare with possessiveness, with ownership, and his pumping graduates to pounding. “Who’s inside of you, Salem?”

“My Arrow is inside of me.”

“Who’s making you bleed on his cock?”

“A-Arrow is making me bleed on his cock,” I say, my thighs tangled around his waist, as the pressure in my stomach becomes an all-time high.

“And you’ll remember that. You’ll remember who this pussy belongs to,” he growls.

I nod frantically, clenching my teeth. “Yes. Yes, this is my Arrow’s pussy.”

That’s all I had to do. I had to call her his.

My Arrow’s pussy.

And I come. I come on his cock.

I jerk under him, writhe and undulate like a wave and he tightens up.

He curses and strains, his cock expanding inside my channel. His head rears back, his spine bowing. I see his sweaty, hot body become tight and stone-like as his cock jerks inside of me and spurts the first dose of his cum in the latex.

We’re both coming together then.

He’s pulsing inside of me like I’m pulsing around him. I scratch his ridged abdomen and his hand fists my hair at the scalp.

I realize that’s what he wanted to hear too – that I’m his.

That I’m my Arrow’s, and I smile again.