Page 71 of Soft Tissue Damage
“Okay,” she whispers.
Pleasure ripples through me at the trust and submission in her tone. I feel a surge of protectiveness of Elena, who’s giving me something so precious and painful without crying and whimpering. I can be patient. I can make this good for both of us.
I fuck her with slow, shallow strokes, enjoying her squeezing my shaft. I’m taking tiny sips when I want long, greedy swallows, but we’ll get there. I don’t want her scared and tense. I want her focused on me when I bottom out inside of her.
I drag my blunt nails over her hip, catching on the edge of the vitamin patch that she thinks is a contraceptive. Even though it’s not messing with her ability to conceive, I want it gone. I want to be done with the lie. I want to tell her how much I want her pregnant as I fuck my cum into her.
Soon.
One thing at a time.
I reach a hand around her and find her clit with my middle finger, and massage it in circles. I hold myself still inside her and watch as pleasure flickers over her face.
Elena’s eyes close. Her cries rise in pitch. “Cullan. Cullan,please.”
Her inner muscles ripple on my cock. As soon as I feel that her orgasm has its grip on her, I sit up, seize her hips,and thrust sharply into her, almost to the root of my cock, breaking right through her virginity.
Elena cries out and her fingertips dig into the grass.
I hold still, giving her a moment to adjust to the deep stretch in her core. “Does it hurt?”
She takes a few breaths. “I’m okay.”
“Good fucking girl.”
I pull back an inch or so and surge forward again. Elena sucks in a breath, but she doesn’t cry out. She feels incredible. I let my eyes run over her, admiring her lovely black hair spilled over the grass.
“How does it feel to be on your knees for me, Elena? Do you think you can handle more of me?” I pull halfway out and thrust into her again, and breathe, “Oh, yes, you’re handling me so good, darlin’. You’re all mine now.”
Bright red blood is smeared on my shaft, and I bite my lip as I watch myself fuck her. Fuck, that’s pretty. She should see this.
I pull out and turn Elena onto her back. She settles breathlessly beneath me on the grass and pushes her hair out of her face.
“So beautiful,” I murmur appreciatively, caressing my blood-slicked shaft.
She looks at me with interest. “Is that my blood?”
“Every pretty drop. Are you too tender for me, darlin’?”
“I think I’m okay,” she says.
“Let’s find out.” I line myself up and thrust into her again.
Elena cries out sharply and clutches my shoulders. I hold myself still and press kisses to her eyelids, her throat.
“Please don’t stop,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me.
I sit up, push her knees wider, and devote myself to working that last inch or so of cock into her tight pussy, pushing slightly deeper with every thrust.
My strokes grow faster. I didn’t realize how good it would feel to fuck my sweet virgin with her pretty red blood. The scent of her blood and arousal are making me crazy, and the stabbing motions of my cock feel better than any kill. I groan, nearly losing it at that thought, and I take a deep breath and make myself slow down. I can only take her virginity once, and I’m going to savor it.
I press my palm flat against her lower belly, right above her pubic bone. Every time I surge into her, I can feel the thick rod of my cock inside her. “I can feel myself in you,” I pant. “I’m so deep inside you.”
I thrust to my limit inside her and press down with my hand. The swell of myself in her tight channel is so vivid I swear I’ll feel it from the outside when I burst inside her.
“I’ve never known anything like this. Give me your hand, darlin’.” She does, and I cup my hand tightly over hers and stroke firmly into her with my cock. I meet her blue eyes. “Do you feel that?”
I thrust again, and she nods. “I can feel you everywhere.”
