Ice (Regulators MC 1)

I keep my attention on her clit as best as I can while I pump, wiggling and stretching her with my fingers to prepare her for the part of me that is much longer.

Morgan is now moaning continuously, breathing ragged breaths, as her internal muscles start to pulse around my digits. She is on the verge of an orgasm, and I don’t want her first one with me to be anywhere other than on my cock.

Pulling my fingers from her body, I grab the foil packet, rip it open with my teeth, and then roll it down my aching flesh. I then maneuver myself over her, situating myself between her legs, before moving one of my hands up until it is sliding underneath her head to fist her hair in my hand. Pulling only hard enough to give her the slightest pinch of erotic pain, I tip her head forward and force her eyes to meet mine.

“You ready to be mine, Morgan Powell?”

Breathlessly, she answers, “Yes, Brett.”

“About damn time.”

As I fit my cock to her entrance, she whimpers. Dropping my lips to the shell of her ear, I try to soothe her as I start to ease my tip inside. “Shhh, sweetheart. Nothing but pleasure, that’s what I’m gonna give you.” I slide in an inch, holding myself there, feeling her unused muscles stretch around me.

“Will it hurt, Brett?” she cries softly. “How bad will it hurt?”

“Nothing but pleasure, baby, promise. I’ll always give you nothing but pleasure.”

I slide in another inch, feeling my control start to fray. This slow pace won’t last forever. My restraint can only last so long, although I am doing my best to make it last as long as possible for her.

Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin there, and the sharp pinch sends a frisson of pleasure down my spine. I jerk in response, burying another inch inside of her.

“Ah! You’re stretching me. It burns.”

“You burning up for me Morgan?” I whisper in her ear, slowly pulling myself out in case I am hurting her. “Good burn or bad burn, sweetheart?”

“It burns so good, Brett. Oh, God, I never knew it could burn this good.”

The last of my control disintegrates with her words, and I surge forward. Her hips rise to mine, as if she is trying to get closer, burying me farther inside, but I don’t think that is possible. I am in her to the hilt, holding steady one final time in a last ditch attempt to let her adjust to my size.

She wiggles on my dick then uses one of her hands to grab my hair and pull me backwards until I can meet her eyes. “I need you to move. Please move. I’m so full of you, Brett, to the point that I never want to be empty again.”

The sincerity and lust shining in her eyes does me in. A sense of pride and possessiveness I have never felt in my life fills me. This woman will warm my bed for as long as I can keep her there.

“You askin’ me to fuck you, Morgan?”

Nodding, her sexy, throaty voice says the one thing every man on this planet always wants to hear. “Fuck me until I don’t remember what it feels like without you inside of me.”

Letting go of her hair, I plant that hand beside her head, and the other hand wraps her thigh around my waist. Then I pull out to my tip and thrust back inside. I might have promised not to fuck her through the mattress, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t try to break the fucking bed.

I set a furious rhythm, making sure my pelvis hits her throbbing clit every time I slam home. She starts shuddering under me, the walls of her pussy squeezing me, the tight depths trying to milk my cock. Morgan is screaming hoarse shouts of my name, God, calling me a god, and swearing my dick was a gift from God. Funny, because I am starting to think her pussy is gold dipped and divine.

I am beyond responding to her. Something primitive has taken over, and I am now slamming my cock into her so hard I have to reach back and protect the top of her head from hitting the headboard.

She wanted to never feel empty of me, and I will gladly fuck her until she feels me in her throat. I want to brand her from the inside out. I want to make it so, when she feels me with every little movement she makes, she knows without a doubt that she is mine, and I am hers.

The need to pump harder, faster, deeper overcomes me. I am as wild above her as she is below me.

Her nails rake down my back and break the skin on my ass when she grips there. I love the idea of wearing her marks, feeling those sharp, little erotic pains and knowing this woman is perfect for me.