“Jax?” she questions, and I can feel her trying to squirm in my hold. Am I already hurting her?
“I need you to play with your tits, Bree. Rub them like I do, and pull on your nipples,” I instruct her and the crimson color on her cheeks deepen somehow. I watch as she shyly reaches up to do as I ask. I’m dying to have my mouth on them, but right now I can only concentrate on getting inside of her without hurting her too badly. Causing her pain, might kill me. “That’s it. Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, brokenly.
“Good. Now I’m going to show you how I need you to ride me. Follow my lead okay, sweetheart,” I tell her, wondering if I shouldn’t get sainthood for this shit. Any other woman but Bree and I’d just plow straight through, and worry about it later. But this is Bree. I use my hold on her hips to show her what I need. Soon she’s following. She’s so fucking hot…slick. It’s like heaven and hell combined for me. Hell because I’m having to hold back.
Her hands come down to my shoulders and she braces herself, riding my cock hard now. I can feel her orgasm begin. She’s about to skyrocket. It’s now or never. “Bree. I need you to open your eyes and look at me,” I tell her. “Look at your man,” I growl when she fails to do as I ask. Her eyes open quickly then, and the pleasure I see there robs me of my breath.
“My man,” she whispers, and I swear to fucking God that I feel those words all the way in my soul.
“I’m going to take you now, sweetheart. It’s going to hurt, but I need you to keep your eyes on me at all times, and don’t try to fight me.”
“O…Okay,” she whispers, but I feel her body tense.
“No, baby. Don’t tense up. I swear with everything I am, I’m going to make this good for you. That’s it, baby doll. Just relax that beautiful body of yours and let Daddy inside.” I hadn’t meant to say it like that. I can tell by her eyes that she’s not entirely sure about that nickname yet. But, being inside of her, I can feel the way her muscles contract when I say it. She might be unsure, but her body fucking loves it. She was made for me. I do a couple slow glides, then speed her up. My eyes watch her face, but get distracted by the way her tits bounce up and down the nipples hard, puckered and reaching out to me. My mouth waters.
“God this feels so good, Jax. I’m going to come. I’m going to…” she breaks off with a slow whine, and I can feel her climax roll through her. It’s now or never because she’s taking me with her either way.
I know my hold on her hips is bruising, but I can’t give a fuck. I’m too far gone. I slam her down on me, and the veil of her virginity gives way with a cry from her lips. I hold her down on me and wait, as much as it kills me.
“Shh…it’s okay now baby. It’s okay. I’m deep inside of you. Do you feel me?” I ask her.
“Yes, I feel you. It…it kind of hurts, Jax,” she confesses and these big tears are at the corner of her eyes. I feel those damn things deep. I reach up to kiss them away, unintentionally pushing deeper. She gasps, and I want to kick myself. I freeze curled up into her, but afraid to move.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll wait until—”
“That felt good…” she says, her voice full of soft wonder. If I were a religious man, right now is when I’d be praising my maker.
“That’s it,” I tell her when she starts moving, and the orgasm she started begins to take over again, pushing through her at the speed of light. She’s riding my cock hard, squeezing so tight I’m surprised she hasn’t broken him. I can feel my cum begin to push. I’m going to explode and when I do, I want to make sure she is with me. I reach down petting her clit with my thumb, and that’s all it takes. She screams out my name and comes all over my dick. Her head is thrown back and her nails bite into my shoulders. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my fucking life. Her greedy little pussy has latched onto my cock taking everything I have to give it, and just like that, I’m a goner. My cum jets out so hard I know my balls will be sore for a fucking month.
“I feel you, Jax. I feel you,” Bree moans like it’s something awe-inspiring and maybe it is. Being with her like this is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Mine.
“Mine,” I growl out loud as I empty inside of her. “You’re mine, Bree,” I grit, my voice sounding more animal than man. Even after it’s done, I don’t let go of her, I pull her down to me and kiss her, trying to tell her without words what I’m feeling. When we break apart, she wraps her warm body around me, lying on top of me, her hand tangling into the hair on my chest as she lays her head on my shoulder. I still stay inside her. If I can figure out how, I’m never leaving her body again. It’s that good, that vital.