Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(19)

Fucking me with that lethal weapon between his legs would be more than I could take, but anything would be better than having to live without it. Anything. I was his to use, condom or not.

“F-uck me as h-hard as you c-can.”

I couldn’t possibly know exactly what that would mean, and in a way it didn’t matter. All I could do was cope with each passing moment, starting with that pressure that immediately resumed against my completely inexperienced pussy.

Austin watched me with such intensity that it was like being under a spotlight. I’d never been the subject of such close focus before, as he read every quiver of my lip, every hitch of my breath and twitch of my eyelids, seeming to know exactly when I was at the breaking point, my pain threshold, then slowing down for a second.

It shouldn’t have been possible to have the kind of size he was endowed with. The entrance to my pussy was stretched out to a taut ring of fire, and I still had no sense that the head was even in yet.

He’d said that he was going to fuck me the way nature intended, but it almost felt like nature intended for him to breed an army of Amazonian Warrior Princesses, not somebody so diminutive in comparison to him. It was too much. Too much!

A tear fell from the corner of my eye, and I was just about to cry out when I felt the ridge of his cock slip past my pussy lips, and there was a tiny relief as they clamped down on his shaft. With that small advance, the tip of his cock was at the final insignificant defender of my virginity. My hymen would fall next.

“Mmmm. I can feel it,” said Austin. “You. Are. Mine.”

My husband might not have heard my whispered “Yes” under his groan of pure satisfaction, and I barely had time to get it out before he pushed forward through my maidenhead like it was nothing. Austin fed inch after inch of thick cock into my innocent body as I squirmed and squealed underneath him, only pausing when I instinctively reached down and pushed against his hips to slow his advance.

He gathered my wrists and pinned both arms over my head with one big hand, before finishing what he’d started. It seemed like an eternity before his balls were resting against me again, and I had this incredible sense of fullness, as if I had more cock than Skylar inside my own skin.

I could feel every throb of his erection inside me, my hyper-sensitive walls making me so aware of the rhythm that it felt like my body had two hearts. He pulled back and I hissed a breath in through my teeth, and then yelped when he powered himself home so hard that the headboard slammed against the wall.

The pain burned between my legs, and despite the undeniable undercurrent of pleasure, the relief of not having to worry about guarding my virginity anymore, I squirmed away from it. With Austin, though, there was no escape.

He still pinned my arms above me, and his hips moved with mine as if he knew exactly what my body was going to do before I did. He kept his cock exactly where he wanted it.

When he chose, he began sliding his cock in and out, forcing that impossible thickness into my tight depths over and over again. My body shook every time he bottomed out in me, not as hard as the first thrust, but with enough strength that the sound of each impact rang out in the room like a slow clap.

Each stroke fueled both the fire and the pleasurable undercurrent. I had no idea which sensation would win. Surely something that size could do some damage… yet it also felt so good, so perfect, claiming my virginity and taking away the veil with which I’d covered my whole life.

Austin shifted to a slightly better position and began thrusting harder, keeping me walking that razor edge. My breasts began wobbling in time with his relentless pounding, and I tried to unbind my hands from his grip so I could support them, but he felt as strong as any handcuffs yet made.

The man who was taking my innocence so masterfully let his eyes roam over my body, exploring every inch of skin as thoroughly as he had read my face a few minutes ago. He admired his handiwork in every bounce of my breasts, every squirm of my hips and every twitch of muscle.

Out of everything, nothing seemed to please him more than the sight of his cock driving into my pussy. I could only imagine how big it looked with my lips stretched so tightly around it, how it glistened with our combined juices on every outstroke.

Maybe imagination was enough, because that very thought sent a pulse of utter ecstasy flashing from my clit to the very extremities of my fingers and toes. I squeaked and then bit my lip, embarrassed out of habit.

It was pure madness to be self-conscious about that little vocalization of pleasure, when my pussy was so wet for him. Like so many things, that reaction was out of my control.

If Austin noticed my moment of self-doubt, it didn’t affect his rhythm. If anything, he began slowly dialing up the pace of his fucking, and another flush of pleasure forced a little squeal of affirmation out of me.