Vanessa
I straddle his waist again, moaning as I feel the crown on his cock press against my entrance. My body stiffens in anticipation, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Relax, Mama. Let me in," I hear him murmur and I open my eyes to see him watching me.
Planting my hands on his chest, I try to relax as I sink farther down his length. The burn of him stretching me open makes me wince in pain.
I don't think I can do this.
It hurts too much.
Sensing my hesitation, Diego's hands find their way to my waist. "Do you trust me?" he asks gently.
"Yes," I whisper.
The second the word leaves my lips, he impales me on his length with one fluid motion. Seizing the nape of my neck, he pulls me in for a deep kiss, swallowing my scream as our mouths move hungrily together in sync.
I feel too full, like he really may be breaking me in half. It hurts so badly, but pain and pleasure mix together to create an addictive concoction. I break off the kiss, my body moving on its own, and I begin rocking back and forth on his dick. His eyes roll back in his head. "You're so fucking tight," he groans roughly, "I love how you open up for me."
I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing, but he seems to be enjoying it. Yet, I have this overwhelming desire for him to take over, to show me how to please him, to take from me what he needs.
"Please, Sir," I breathe.
A predatory expression crosses his face. "What do you want, Mama?"
"I want you to fuck me," I say without hesitation.
"I won't be gentle," he promises in a whisper, sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.
I convey my trust through my eyes. "I know. I don't expect you to be."
He rolls over so that I'm underneath him, one hand clutching the headboard over my head while the other grips my throat. I sink my nails into his back, eliciting a guttural groan as he begins pounding me into the mattress. All his muscles tense with each brutal thrust, sweat dripping onto my breasts from his dark hair hanging over his shoulder. "That's it," he growls. "Such a good girl taking all of me."
My moans fill the room. I never imagined sex to be this good. Or maybe it's just because it's with him. At one point, I feared him, but now I crave it. I want to delve into his darkness, to awaken it and let it consume me.
I believe that's exactly what I'm doing because his features are feral, like I'm being fucked by a wild beast. I clutch onto his shoulders, pulling him closer by wrapping my legs around his chiseled waist.
"Shit!" I cry out. Somehow, he's managed to reach deeper inside me, and I can practically feel him hammering into my belly. I want to scream, but the overwhelming pleasure renders me speechless. Instead, I find myself helplessly clawing at his back as pressure builds within my core.
A whine escapes from my lips, and he strokes my hair soothingly. "I know, Mama," he croons, "you're doing so well taking my cock."
His thrusts become harder and faster, finding a rhythm that threatens to destroy me. "You're mine. Only mine," he growls, his voice a snarl in my ear. "And I'm never letting you go."
I whimper softly, "Yes, Sir."
He pulls back to meet my gaze, his touch gentle as he cradles my jaw. "Come with me," he commands, his warm breath lingering against my face.
His pelvis snaps violently against mine, and with three more thrusts, he comes undone. "Fuck!" he roars. I clench around him as hot liquid shoots deep inside of me. Pinching my clit, the orgasm tears through me, the pressure in my belly erupting and sending me into oblivion. It's the most intense, consuming feeling I've ever experienced before. Waves of ecstasy wash over me, and stars burst behind my eyelids as I scream my release.
Still panting, my heart thuds with an accelerated rhythm as he wraps his arms around me. Our bodies remain intertwined as we lie in the bed, the air hanging heavily with the delicious aroma of sex and sweat. "Thank you," he murmurs, placing a tender kiss on my sweaty forehead.
"For what?" I inquire softly, my gaze meeting his.
"Allowing me to be your first," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity and emotion.
Strangely I feel no shame, no humiliation...just complete satisfaction.
As I lay there, I sense that it might be the perfect moment to confess my love for him, but the words remain trapped in my throat. Instead, I succumb to the weight of exhaustion.
I'm vaguely aware as he gently cleans me up with a warm rag before wrapping his arms around me. With a sense of peace washing over me, I surrender to sleep, feeling his comforting embrace as I drift off.