Page 100 of All Your Firsts

I nod into his neck as he continues to rub my clit.

He lifts me with his other arm as if I weigh nothing before slowly bringing me back down on him.

Each stroke he takes builds momentum, and they’re harder than the last.

He’s breathing heavy in my ear, mirroring my own breaths. All I can do is hold on and take what he’s giving me.

The searing pain subsides and brings forth a mixture of both pleasure and pain.

Every time he pulls out, I wait with bated breath for him to slam back into me again.

“You feel so fucking good, so fucking good.”

I moan into his neck. Unable to form a coherent response, I feel a burn building in my stomach from the friction of my clit against his stomach while he hammers into me.

“God, I can feel you squeezing my cock. Come for me, baby.”

He holds me tighter against him, and I see stars. The orgasm sweeps me away in the most intoxicating way I have ever felt.

“You’re so perfect,” he says as he kissesmy forehead.

He stands with me in his arms, his length still buried inside me as he walks us down the hall and into his room. He throws me on the bed, and I let out a surprised squeal.

“Are you too sore?”

I shake my head. It’s tender, but I never want this moment to end.

“Good. Lose the shirt. I want to see all of you.”

I pull off my shirt, and my nipples pebble under his gaze. He crawls over my body and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking while squeezing my other. A moan pulls from my lips as a shock of pleasure goes through my body.

He grabs my legs and lifts them onto his shoulders. “Put your hands against the headboard and don’t move them.”

I lay my palms flat, making my breasts rise higher.

The moment I look back up at him, he slams into me.

Hard.

“Oh fuck,” I chant over and over.

It turns him into an animal as he powers into me. He’s thrusting so hard you can hear the smack of the headboard against the wall, drowning out my cries of pleasure.

Vic’s eyes roll in the back of his head. He must feel the pull of euphoria calling to him as it is doing to me.

He reaches between my legs and rubs my clit one, two, three times before I’m screaming. He follows me over the edge, bucking his hips wildly before coming to a stop, my release mixing with his.

He peers down at me, and I can’t help the smile on my face.

“What?”

“No wonder it makes people crazy. That was amazing.”

“You’re so perfect.” He falls to my side and pulls me closer to him.

My hands go into his hair. I know how much he enjoys the way it feels.

“My mom used to rub my head like you’re doing. It’s one of the few things I remember about her.”

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