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I reached down, picked her up, threw her onto the mattress. She bounced once, on her side, and then I gathered her to me. Up on my knees, aching and pounding with the need to behome, to be inside this woman who was fuckingmine. Mine for the taking.
God, the need was making me see double, red.
All I knew was Cassie. Round ass taut and spread apart. Skin slick and smooth and warm. I palmed her ass in one hand, wrapped my other arm around her hips, across her belly, and yanked her to me. Grabbed myself with one hand, fingered her opening with the other. She gasped, reached back, took me from my hand and guided me where I belonged.
“Ink, fuck, fuck, fuck, Ink, ohhh god—there you are, oh god, you’re fuckinghuge,Jesus…” A ragged whimper as she began accepting me inside.
I watched myself bury into her. Slowly. She was whimpering, a low long moan of ecstasy.
“Cass…god, tell me it’s okay. Tell me it feels good. Tell me it’s okay.”
She just cried. Sobbed. “Holyshityou’rehuge—it’s okay, it’s okay, Ink, more than okay, it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful, god it’s beautiful.”
She was watching us join, head turned to one side and angled to watch down the length of her body as I drove in slowly; her head and shoulders were on the mattress, ass high, thighs pressed against her belly. Feet crossed over each other, toes curling. She was shaking all over. Trembling. Even her voice was shaky.
“You’re beautiful, Cassandra, so fuckin’ beautiful. So perfect. God you feel…” I choked on sentiment, gagged on it. “Home. Fucking home.”
It took an eternity to slide all the way into her hot slick sex. She clenched around me—so tight it nearly hurt, and then she squeezed, did something with muscles I didn’t know she had and clamped even harder around me as my thighs and hips seated home, pressed against the gorgeous firm squish of her ass.
All the way.
She had all of me. I didn’t know that was possible. Yet there was the evidence, wrapped around me like a vise of hot wet silk.
“Cass, god, how are you taking all of me? How is it possible?”
She sagged forward, and then reached out with both hands and grasped and scrabbled desperately at the sheets, blankets, mattress, fingers flexing and curling spasmodically. Shaking all over, she suddenly pushed back against me, and sucked in a breath which told me she’d been holding it, not breathing for quite a long time.
“FUCK!” She surged forward, and I stuttered through her spasming channel. “Move, Ink! Move. Just fucking—god, you fill me like I’ve never been filled.” Another ragged gasp. “You fit me perfectly, Ink. No one’s ever fit me like you. I thought I was…I thought I was too big, inside. Small outside, tiny body…oh god, oh god, you feel so good.”
A pause, and she kept talking, through our joining. Conversational even as she shuddered, shaking like a leaf in a long wind as I drew back, pulling out most of the way.
“I thought I was too big, thought my—my pussy was too big. What a joke, right? Like, thanks, God. Give me tiny legs, tiny arms, tiny hands, tiny feet, tiny tits, tiny ass, and a huge gaping pussy no cock has ever filled.”
I pushed in, with exquisite care, slow, gentle, and now I was the one shaking with the effort to be what she needed—slow, careful, gentle, soft. “Cass, you’re perfect. I didn’t think anyonecouldtake me.”
She met me, thrust for thrust. Impossibly wanting more. Surging forward as I pulled out and sinking back into me as I pushed in. Whimpering all the while, shaking, fingers clawing at my bed.
Slow, so slow. Agonizingly slow. It was torture to move at all, because all I wanted, down to my molecules, was to ram into her, pound home, go savage with the caveman need to dominate and take and claim and use and show her that she was mine and I was hers.
I could not. Dare not. Would not.
She began to spasm, whole-body shivers, folding inward, torso contracting into itself to pull me out, and then her spine torqued in, down, and her ass slammed backward—taking me in. I had that sweet delicate round perfect ass of hers in my hands and I was palming and squeezing and gripping as I fought with every fiber of my being to hold on, to hold back, to not tear her apart, as my loss of control surely would.
Was already more than half-mad.
Snarling.
Growling.
Pushing in as my hips met her ass cheeks and pushed deeper, and she cried out, cried my name, reached back to grasp at her buttock and pull it aside, and somehow I went deeper yet, as if she was truly just endless and able to take more and more and more, and want it all.
I felt a ravaging madness boiling in my veins.
Knew it was nearly time.
And I had no clue how I would hold back through my orgasm. I had to, though. Had to.
She was lost, then. Spasming thrusts, slamming into me, crying without compunction, and then she clenched around me so hard I thought I was going to explode inside her from the force of her clenching heat, and she screamed, long and loud and hoarse, and pushed back against me so hard I felt like I was about to explode through the front of her.
