Page 188 of Doubts & Fears

“No, Sir, I’m scared is all. I don’t think I can handle you,” I whispered, running my hands up and down his back. I was every bit the inexperienced girl in that moment.

He whispered, “Let me inside of you. You’re mine, and I need to possess you. You were made for a King. I promise if you relax, I’ll take it slow.” Featherlight strokes brushed over my clit as he circled it with his thumb.

“It’s going to hurt. There isn’t anything I can do about that. But I need to bury my cock inside of you, please. Your pussy is so sweet and wet, it wants to welcome me inside.”

At the sound of his soothing voice, I took a deep breath and relaxed, spreading wider for him.

“That’s my girl. Relax your muscles for me.”

He pushed in another inch and waited, letting me stretch. He continued in the same way, pushing in and then pulling back, each time advancing another inch.

“You’re doing so good. Taking my cock like a good girl.” It was slow, and he shook from the control. “Do you feel that resistance?” he breathed in my ear, gently pushing against me and stretching my tight pussy. I could only whimper under him. “Use your words. I’ll ask again, do you need your safeword?” He caressed my face.

“No, Sir. Yes, I feel it.”

He pulled out, the head of his cock poised at my entrance once more. Rocking my hips forward, I made up my mind.

“I’m yours, Reaper. I want you. Please take me and make me yours. I need you, even if it hurts.” I arched my back and nodded, giving my permission.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and in one swift move, he slammed all the way in, sinking into me fully.

Holy shit, it hurt like a motherfucker. I was being torn apart. It caused me to tense up once more. A strangled noise left me, and I dug my nails into his arm. He pulled back a little, recognizing the sounds of my pain.

He held still. “Fuck, the walls of your pussy are squeezing my cock mercilessly. Please, try to relax, sweetness. Damn, you’re killing me.”

I cried out, “It hurts.”

“Shh, I know, kitten,” he crooned in my ear over and over as I sobbed.

Heat rippled through me as his cock pulsed deep inside me. And when I thought he’d bottomed out, he pushed in even more, waiting for my body to adjust.

“You’re like a fucking vise. I love it, but god, you’re testing my control in a hundred different ways right now.”

Slowly, my pussy relaxed, letting him in. The reality of what was happening between us stole my breath. It brought fresh tears to my eyes; I was willingly surrendering to him, completely.

I was binding myself to him irrevocably, something I swore I’d never do. As horrible as leaving was going to be, I added this moment to my memory bank. I’d never allow myself to forget the feeling.

“That’s it. Let me in deeper. Your pussy wrapped around my cock feels so fucking good.” He spoke low in my ear, knowing his voice would drive me wild with lust as he took his time.

It was slow and exactly what I dreamed it would be. The mixture of pain and pleasure danced together like a beautifully intricate piece of music, and I reveled in the fullness of him.

He moaned in my ear, “What are you doing to me? I want to fuck you so hard right now. That’s how crazy you make me.Fuck.”

Soon, that familiar feeling built inside my lower stomach. My hips moved, meeting his. I sucked in a breath as he angled his cock, hitting my G-spot.

“Oh, please, yes. Right there,” I moaned, begging him not to stop, to keep fucking me.

His need for me, the months of waiting, and everything we’d been through, came down to this one moment. He peeled my legs from around his waist and angled them up and over his shoulders. With my ass off the bed, he thrust into me over and over. The depth was torture, and waves of pleasure rippled through me.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled, pulling my legs down.

He slid his hand up my stomach and between my breasts. I arched my back and tilted my head, knowing exactly where his hand was going to land. My pussy squeezed his cock as his fingers circled my neck, and his hips pounded into me.

As he flexed his fingers against the sides of my throat, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the constant pumping in and out and his stare. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Putting my hand over his, I gripped it hard. I held it there and cried out, “I’m yours, Reaper. Mind, body, and soul. I belong to you.”

Sweat dripped from his temples, and my breasts bounced as he fucked me. “Damn you,” he roared, throwing his own head back.

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