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But deep down, I can’t imagine being with anyone else. Nobody else has ever given me theflutterlike Big Boyd. I don’t fully understand what is happening inside me, but I like it. I like spending time with him, and I certainly don’t mind being in this position, even if my ass is stinging and my pussy is on fire—from the slapsandfrom his fingers that are still moving along my slickness.
Another firm slap across my tender folds forces the answer out of me.
“I’m yours!” I blurt out. “All yours!”
“Good girl,” he praises, and it’s like a gentle tease that makes me feel tingly for a different reason. “This pretty little pussy is all mine, isn’t it, Sarah? I want to hear you say it.”
“I already did,” I groan, squirming against him.
“No,” he scolds, slapping my folds. “Say it the way you’re supposed to.”
The way I’m supposed to? I’m not sure what that means. I get a few more stinging slaps while I ponder it, so I force out an answer.
“My pretty little pussy belongs to…” I whimper. “Big Boyd!”
“Good girl,” he repeats, digging his finger into my folds and forcing my back to arch enough for him to grab my hair and pull my ear against his lips. “Because that’s what I choose, Sarah. I’m going to fuck this pretty little pussy until you scream. Get on your knees, stick your ass out like a good girl, and show me what is mine.”
Boyd lets go of my hair and pushes me forward. I look back at him and see intensity burning in his glare.
I’m his.
And he’s going to claim what ishis.
CHAPTER 14
Sarah
I’m on my knees in front of Boyd.
My ass is raised like a good girl, and trickles of arousal are running down my thighs.
I’m ready to beclaimed.
“What is it you said?” he asks, moving behind me and rubbing his fingers along my folds. “You wantBigBoyd to be the first one to claim you?”
“Yes,” I whimper, grinding myself against his fingers.
“Your pretty little pussy is so fucking tight,” he muses, pushing one of his thick fingers into my entrance. “I bet you’ve been dying to have it fucked, haven’t you?”
“I’m dying for it right now,” I groan, trying to force his finger deeper, but he pulls away.
“Not for much longer,” he says, guiding the head of his enormous cock to my tight channel.
Boyd holds my hips steady with a firm grip. My fingernails dig into the bedspread until it’s clenched in my fists when I feel Boyd pushing into me. I raise my ass higher, whimpering as I’m stretched around his incredible girth.
“A pussy this tight should be fucked every single day,” he growls, breaking my hymen with a firm thrust.
“Fuck!” I squeal, leaning my forehead against the mattress as I process the sting from him tearing through my innocence.
“And now that you’re mine,” he rasps, pushing deep, “it will be.”
The discomfort only lasts for a moment. I’m so wet that Boyd has no trouble pushing deeper and stretching my tight walls. My body adjusts to his size, and I open up for him, blooming like a flower after the first storms of spring.
I’m not sure which is more intense: the thunder in my chest or the fullness I feel when he goes even deeper. I gasp when he pulls back and gasp louder when a quick thrust causes my walls to clench. Boyd’s fingers tighten on my hips in response, and he nudges his inches deeper.
“I can feel how much you want this,” he murmurs, his cock throbbing against my walls. “I bet you can feel how much I want it, too.”
“Y-yes,” I stammer out, my body getting tense when another thrust claims me.
