She nodded. Then she whispered, “Enough talking, Daemon. Make me yours. Please.”
What my woman wanted, she fucking got.
And then I slowly moved inside of her.
Then pulled out and repeated the process.
I was gritting my teeth at the feel of her already. I knew that once I had my cock sheathed in her tight pussy, I would never want to leave there.
“Another…” I stopped talking because she had brought her fingers up to my lips and silently shushed me.
“While I adore that you are telling me all of those things, I don’t like that you are thinking of times with other women while in bed with me,” she said.
I stared down at her, then whispered, “Sweetheart, as soon as I laid eyes on you, no other woman existed for me. I just know how big this is. How much trust and faith you are putting in me, and I want you to know, as well as with my actions, that you’ll never fucking regret it.”
Then I moved even deeper inside of her, pulled out, and repeated the process… and then… when I was fully inside of her, I had to grit my fucking teeth.
No. Fucking. Way.
Thankfully, I beat the orgasm back.
Not only was I giving her time to get adjusted to my size, but I was making sure the fucking orgasm was buried. At least for a little while.
She looked up at me and nodded, and then I whispered, “Eyes locked with mine, sweetheart.”
At her nod. I moved, pulled out, and then slid back inside of her.
Over and over I did this.
Then I moved inside of her again, and again and again when she moaned two words, “Harder, honey.”
I didn’t worry about terrifying her.
She wanted all of me?
She was going to get all of me.
I pulled out and then slammed inside of her. Her gasp of “Yes!” was music to my ears.
So, I did it again and again.
I was forceful with my thrusts. My woman, the woman that was made for me, writhed with pleasure beneath me.
I grinned and then lost that grin and cursed. I could feel my own orgasm bubbling up, and I would be damned if I went first.
I’d rather die than let that happen.
But thankfully, with my next thrust, I felt her pussy start to clench around my cock.
“Let it go, Aliyah,” I said to her.
And then she nodded, lowered her lids the barest inch, but kept them on me.
And then as I pulled out and slammed into her one more time, I felt her rippling around my cock.
I pulled out one more time and then slammed back inside of her.
And then… I stilled.