Page 58 of The First Kind of Love
He flips me unceremoniously onto my hands and knees—the evidence of my previous orgasm still dribbling down the insides of my thighs—and I’m about to wrestle tooth-and-nail with the beast that I’ve just unleashed.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Sunshine. How I imagined you and your pretty little dresses every time my hand was wrapped around my dick, how I moaned your name whenever I came, how I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head for days on end. You were a sickness. A beautiful,beautifulsickness.”
My heart crowns timidly from a thick chrysalis—the mark of a new beginning. “You…waited for me?”
“I would’ve waited forever for you to be my first.”
Besotted, the butterflies are right on time as they dance in my belly, forming a tornado of wings that have me completely and utterly at Fulton Cazzarelli’s mercy.
Since I’m facing away from him, the tear of the condom is the only noise cluing me into his next move. And then I feel it: a burn so great that it has the potential to atomize my skin, myorgans, my bones,everything. With his hand on my back, he feeds his cock into my pussy in slow increments to allow me to accommodate to his size, the first stretch alerting every single one of my pain receptors.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I make a weak noise in the back of my throat, choosing to dig my nails into the comforter for some sort of support. “More than okay.”
“You’re perfect, Shi. Everything about you drives me crazy,” he coos into my ear, pushing his hips forward an inch so that he can fully sheathe himself inside my cunt.
Once the brunt of him hits my inner walls, it feels like I can’t evenbreathe. Tears break over my lash lines, pinching off into crystal droplets. “Fuck, Fulton. You’re so big.”
Since we’re both primed with an equal amount of arousal, it’s easy for him to ease himself out a little. “Am I hurting you?”
“I’ve just never felt so full before.”
I begin to rock backward into his groin, simultaneously milking his eight-inch cock that’s now buried inside me, and every time he engages in the seesaw-like motion, a heaviness presses down on my bladder.
“Jesus, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he says through clenched teeth, fingernails printing crescents into the meat of my hips with enough force to draw blood.
My misbehaving cunt pulses around his shaft, sucking him deeper into me, and it takes him a few minutes to set a measured pace as he ruts his hips into my ass. I glance down to catch a gleam of slick shimmering at the apex of my thighs, and I inhale deeply through the tremors that test my extremities’ foundations. My previous climax nearly wiped me out. I don’t know how much longer I can take getting demolished by Fulton’s abnormally large cock.
“Can you go faster?” I whimper, the slapping of skin and thesquelching of viscous liquids acting as a backing track in the otherwise silent room.
“Like this?”
Accelerating to an incomprehensible pace, Fulton bullies his dick against my walls, and there’s so much momentum that my breasts bounce with each thrust. “That’s…fuck…that’s perfect,” I moan.
I can feel his hands on the sides of my waist, but they never move lower.
“You can spank me, you know. I like it,” I divulge, and before Fulton needs to be told twice, he slaps my ass hard enough to make me pitch forward and bite down on my molars. My skin stings with pain, but the thought of his handprint tattooed on my butt overhauls the fresh, raw discomfort.
“Shit, sorry. Was that too rough?”
My airways clot with a breath untaken. “You don’t have to hold back, Fulton. I don’t want you to.”
Don’t get me wrong, I love that he’s trying to be respectful and gentle, but I know that he yearns for something more carnal—subhuman, even. He’s getting stuck in his own head. Fulton just needs some reassurance that it’s okay for him to let go.
“But—”
“Being out of control isn’t so scary, remember?”
After seconds of contemplation, he finally snaps. A man driven to the brink of madness; a predator driven to malevolence after being starved for so long.
My mind is like a never-ending reel of tape, and even the stutter of my heart isn’t fast enough to outperform the speed at which his cock slots itself into my stretched cunt. I want to scream into the bed. Each roll of his hips is a sledgehammer to my senses, blotting my vision with a slate of filmy white and agitating the molten desire burbling low in my abdomen.
Hazy stars begin to form behind each blink of my teary eyes. “I don’t know how much longer I can…”
“Sunshine, I’m about to come in the next three minutes whether I like it or not, but I’m not stopping until you make a mess of these sheets.”
One of Fulton’s hands snakes around to fondle my tit, and each squeeze of his fingers precedes a siege of powerful strokes that reach far enough to rearrange my insides. I wish I could see his orgasm face—the concentrated crunch of his brow, the pout of his lower lip, the whites of his eyes as they roll back into his head—but judging by the breathless, ragged pants rending the air, I think we’ve both long-jumped over our limits.
