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My toes fist, my finger nails digging in his hairy chest. The head of his cock is large and warm, forcing me open bit by bit.
“Relax,” he whispers, gently pumping his hips to thrust past my sphincter.
“Aw!” I scream through closed teeth, my insides rolling with pain.
“Fuck, you're tight.” Charlie sounds tense, like he's on the verge of erupting himself, and his expression is so powerful.
He stops when he's an inch in and I exhale, trying to sink into him for comfort but he won't let go of my hair. He's forcing me to look up at him, keeping my body arched.
Cupping his cock against my ass with an open palm, I assume so he doesn't come out, he says, “Now, we can go at your pace. If it's too much, just stop moving.”
“What? No!” I blink rapidly at him, my eyes flickering all over his face with panic. “I-I don't know what I'm doing, Charlie. Please don't make me do it.”
There's a moment where we gaze at each other. I know I look oddly vulnerable, but I feel like that. Charlie seems cool in his domain, like he's done this a thousand times before.
“All right.” He binds both arms around me, squeezing me to him. I want this—his comfort—I need it. I turn my head to the side and rest my face against his damp, hairy torso, feeling oddly safe in his embrace.
“You'll tell me to stop if it hurts too much, won't you, Blaire? I don't want to hurt you.”
I nod, and then his hips rock back and forth, urging him in some more. It burns so bad and my muscles are aching—or stinging. I can't tell the difference right now. And I feel so full that I'm not sure how he's got any more room to move.
But he does.
Another inch, and it's too much, my insides whirling in agony.
“No more,” I say in a pitiable state, and I think I'm trembling.
“Shhh,” he hushes me, stroking up and down my back over my hair. “I won't go any deeper. Not unless you want me to.”
He stills for a while, soothing me with his touch as he continues stroking up and down my back over my hair. It's like he's massaging me.
When I'm looser and calmer, he ripples his hips, just a few inches of his cock sliding in an out of me with ease now that I'm stretched open. There's a spot he hits every so often that makes me squeal in pleasure and agony—it's a gripping contrast of sensations. I want more now. I can't think of anything else anymore.
Pulling on my hair, Charlie seems to want my mouth again, so I give it to him, gladly soaking up his kisses. They're tender and lovely.
I stare at him in paralyzed muse, seeing again how much he's controlling himself. His temple is throbbing like he wants to go crazy with me and his eyes are scorching with something dangerous. He's moaning in the back of his throat. It's so hot! It turns me on even more.
The harder we kiss, wrapped in lust and debauchery, the deeper he goes. I want more of his cock. I ask for more, as fucked up as I am, and he gives it to me, until he's sheathed in my flesh, my clit rubbing against his hairy pubic bone.
He curses in Spanish, his fingers boring into my back.
Pressing my feet into the bed, I rondevu with his thrusts by swaying my hips, sweat trickling down my spine. Faster and faster, my heart racing out of my chest. He's really fucking me, his thighs slapping against my ass globes, body to body, only sweat between us. He hits that spot every time now, causing ecstasy to gather at my core, until it scatters.
“Aargh!” My arms fly up to hold him around the neck, clutching to him like my life depends on it. I don't know what the hell is happening to me. This is different to before—more powerful. I'm full to bursting yet liberated.
I faintly hear deep moans mixed with screaming—Charlie and myself—and then he comes to an abrupt stop, crushing me in his arms as he curses to the high heavens. Buried deep in my decadency, he curls his hips around, massaging my clit with his pubic bone. It's so intense that I buck away in a tremor of spasms, my sex pulsing while my spine is tingling. Large hands clamp down on my hips, shoving his cock right inside me again, drawing out the pleasure—it's radiating supernova.
I hide my face in the crook of his sweaty neck, scream and cry, barely handling what's happening to me.
“It's never been this good,” Charlie hisses, tensing from head to toe. I can feel the tension in his body, in his hard muscles.
When it's over, when he lets go of my hips, I slump on him gasping so hard that my throat is on fire, trying to come down from whatever that was.
My ass is stinging and I can feel warm liquid dripping out of me.
A hand caresses my back over my hair, while another is holding me to Charlie because I’m sliding down his damp body. He’s panting with great effort. I'm not sure if it's his heart or his chest drumming in my ear.
He says something to me but I'm not listening. The come down is scarily sobering. Reality grips me, the veil that is my lust fading away.
