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“Yes.” I could barely get the words out. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
“I need to be sure you can take me, darl’,” his voice was delicious, low, and gravelly. “Because I’m much bigger than this.”
His thumb swirled over my clit, and he pumped hard into me.
“Demon!” I breathed.
“Can you take me?”
“Yes.”
He pulled his fingers away, and I could have cried in frustration. He stepped backwards, his hands popping open the button of his jeans, pulling them down, as his cock bulging against the black boxers underneath. Tight, black boxers. And fuck, that was a hell of a bulge. He reached round behind him, grabbing something out of his back pocket before sliding the jeans all the way to the floor, a hint of foil tucked away in the palm of his hand.
And then he peeled his boxers down. To the floor presumably, but I didn’t see the rest, because as soon as he pulled them down, his cock bounced free. Fuck. It was thick and long. The head engorged with anger; a thick vein forced almost out of the skin. Fuck. The thing was a beast. Raging. He stroked the condom over the top, pulling it down the shaft as the thing strained, untamed, underneath. Fuck. Then he stepped forward again, lining it up between my legs. I could feel the tip. The tiny touch of it making my insides boil.
“I’m going in all the way, Ciara. In one. Because if I don’t, you’ll not let me in at all. You good with that?”
I nodded, suddenly nervous, like it was my first time all over again.
Demon bent forwards, grabbing at my mouth. I felt a little pressure as he pushed against me. It was ok. His mouth worked over my jawbone, licking and sucking, sliding down towards the right side of my neck, pausing over where my pulse raged underneath. He licked the spot, placed his lips against me, and then sucked hard. I gasped. And then I felt him. Forcing into me, my internal flesh screaming, pushing me wider, splitting me open. Fire, pain, and then a deep radiating sensation like none I’d ever felt before.
“Fuck!” I screamed from underneath him.
Chapter Twelve
Demon
I’d worked her till she was wet enough to take me. Because if she wasn’t I would hurt her, and I didn’t want to do that. Not yet anyway. Not until the only thing she could think about was taking my cock over and over. Because something inside of me had become obsessed with her. Even though she annoyed the fuck out of me with the constant challenge.
She was incredible, lying on her back, her tits spilling off to the sides, full and fleshy and just so fucking perfect. So much more than a handful, but pert and round and just amazing. And now, with her legs spread wide apart, her almost hairless pussy bared to me, swollen and ready, I moved into position. Even under the condom, the tip of my cock could feel the heat radiating, her pussy slick from the juices I’d just worked from her. There was a nervousness on her face now she’d seen the size of me. I hadn’t missed the way her eyes tracked my length, and I wondered which worried her the most? The length or the girth. I had both. But not everyone could take it all. Ciara was taller than most women I’d fucked before, and that would help, but she’d still find it difficult when I filled her.
The thought made my balls clench. I should slide into her slowly, inch by inch, so that she could adjust. But most women tensed after the first surge, when they realised how big it felt. And I couldn’t walk away from her now. I just couldn’t. I would fuck her, and she would take it, every bit of me.
I bent over the top of her, distracting her with a kiss, hard and desperate, the way I knew she liked. I was rough with her lips, persistent with my tongue, feeling her wriggling against the head of my cock, anticipation itself punishing her. Then I pulled my lips down her neck, her pulse bounding against me, fear and lust. An incredible cocktail of emotions. Better than any drug. I found the right spot, hearing the exhalation of air, and then I sucked hard. She moaned loudly. And then I pushed into her. One hard, determined thrust. My cock tearing into her flesh, no time for her to react or change her mind, because suddenly I was there, inside, filling her. And she was fucking incredible.
Ciara writhed underneath me, yelling and swearing, unsure whether to push me away or take it and enjoy it. She closed her eyes, her mouth dropping open, a whole tumble of unintelligible expletives dashing out in that soft Irish purr. Her pussy held me tightly, trying to fight against the huge hard cock invading her, impaling her. I couldn’t move. I needed to give myself a couple of moments to focus, because the vice like grip she had around me was going to make me come straight away if I didn’t get hold of myself. Ciara wriggled. Fuck.
“Don’t move, darl’,” I whispered in her ear, hardly able to form the words. “Not just yet. I just need a second.”
She nodded, her eyes finding mine, the look of fear and need battling it out behind those brown orbs. Then, watching her intently, I drew backwards, her flesh grabbing and pulling against me.
“Oh. God,” Ciara moaned.
“You OK?”
She nodded, her teeth raking her bottom lip, trying to stop it quivering, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Eyes on me, babe,” I instructed, carefully moving back into her, letting her juices coat me, her body tensing around my shaft each time I moved a millimetre. I needed to know if I was too much, if she still wanted to do this.
Slowly I built a rhythm, drawing in and out, trying desperately not to lose control and hurt her, because this fucking pussy was asking for it. Squeezing me with everything it had and what I really wanted to do was hammer into her over and over and over. I bent down and kissed her, my tongue pushing in roughly, my hips rocking faster, and she moaned into my mouth. Fuck, Ciara. I couldn’t help but go a little harder, drawing nearly all the way out and driving back into her with a long, thorough thrust. She moaned again, loudly this time, arching her back into me.
“Fuck, Ciara. Careful,” I warned.
“Why?”
“Because I’m trying not to hurt you and you’re making it really fucking hard for me.”
“Really?”
