Page 28 of Melt for Me (The Last Snow of the Season 1)

This time when I come back to myself it's to find Jag over me, his cock nestled at my opening and the muscles in his arms shaking. He pushes and both of us feel him coming in. He stops all movement and holds his eyes closed as if he's fighting for control. My eyes grow big at the feeling of being widened so much.

He moves again and pushes more in me. My body doesn't understand what’s happening. It just knows the feeling of fullness and for some weird reason, it turns me on more. As he gives me one more inch my body topples over into an orgasm.

Jag growls as my muscles hug up on him. "Damn it, baby!" His eyes flash open and stare into mine. "It's alright, it's okay, little one. Maybe this is the best way. Maybe cumming will soften up that hymen and make this easier." He moans and there is a liquid heat that feels me causing me to orgasm again.

He waits until I am at the height of the release before he punches his hips forward and rips through my innocence. I cry out and cling to him. More liquid heat fills me. It takes me a second - due to my orgasm-addled brain - before I realize the liquid heat is Jag. He's cumming inside of me.

The idea of him losing control and filling me full has my body seizing up once again.

"Fuck, you're cumming and I haven't even moved inside of you yet." He lowers himself so he can speak right by my ear, "Does the thought of me filling you full turn you on, Milly?"

Thank God he can't see my face because it flushes to life with embarrassment. He rocks his hips, nothing but quick little thrusts and rocks but they make my body sing.

"Does it turn you on to think of me cumming deep inside of you? Giving you all the seed I have inside of me? All the seed my balls can make?" He pulls back while holding me in between his arms as he starts delivering deeper and harder thrusts, "Does it make you orgasm to know I could be making you pregnant right at this moment?"

"Oh my God!" I cry out and really grab him, clutching me to him. His words, the movement of his hips, his cock going in and out, all make me cum harder than I ever have before. It's scary and shakes my foundations like nothing else. As soon as my body relaxes after the immense convulsions that rack my body I realize I might have left marks on his back from my nails.

He gently pulls out of me and a flood of his cum and mine gushes out. He stares down at the mess we made for a long time before finally moving us so that he can pull the covers over us. I go where he wants me, completely worn out and malleable. I was right - he can ask me to do anything he wants and I wouldn't tell him no.

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