“I need to hear the words, baby.”
“Yes!” Her cry split the air. “I trust you!”
“Good.” I pumped inside her gently. “Now, I want you to feel it.”
“Oh, I feel it,” she gritted out.
With my free hand, I pried her fingers free of the sheets. Placing her palm over her lower belly, I pressed mine atop it, applying pressure.
Gemma gasped, but I hammered the point home anyway. “This right here. This is what it feels like to trust me.” I knew the bulge of my massive fist inside her body could be felt from the outside. “If you ever have doubts, I want you to touch this spot and remember tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she practically sobbed.
“You did so well,” I praised. “Now I think it’s time for a little reward, don’t you think, baby?”
A breathy moan came in reply. She was past the point of words.
Pulling her hand aside, I replaced it with my own, applying firm pressure as I pounded inside her with my fist. Her walls were hugging me tight, clenching in time with my thrusts, greedily sucking me back inside each time I threatened to pull out.
As stunning as that sight was, a symbol of her hard-earned trust, it paled in comparison to the beautiful face of the woman I loved, twisted in pleasure as I drove her higher and higher.
Gemma writhed on the bed, an endless stream of guttural grunts floating past her lips. No doubt this was more intense than anything we’d done prior, and she was lost to it, letting the sensations take over as I commanded her body.
I’d already taken so much from her tonight, but there was one more thing I wanted.
Pressing down with my palm over her mound, I increased the pace at which I punched over that secret spot inside her, ramming into it repeatedly.
“Fuck!” Gemma’s scream could barely be heard over the buzzing in my ears.
“Come on, baby,” I coaxed. “Give me a show.”
Her body drew taut for a split second before convulsing as she shattered on command. Hot liquid burst from between her thighs, drenching my arm and the sheets beneath her.
Thighs hugged my wrist, and heels dug into the mattress as Gemma tried to escape the onslaught of pleasure, but there was nowhere to hide.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Ride it out.”
That was apparently easier said than done as she clawed at me, mindless in her release.
Eventually, her movements calmed, her screams tapering off to soft whimpers, and I slowed my thrusts.
“That’s it. Deep breaths.” My voice was gravelly, my cock painfully hard after witnessing the erotic scene before me. I’d happily suffer from blue balls if it meant tonight marked the start of a new chapter in my relationship with Gemma.
Rotating my wrist, I eased my fist from her pussy, and she hissed when the widest part cleared her stretched-out entrance.
Hoarse words floated down from above. “You wrecked my vagina.”
My chuckle couldn’t be contained. “It’ll snap back. I promise.”
Breathing still ragged, she huffed, “Do this often?”
“Nah, only once before.” I held up my shiny fist for her inspection. “But you gotta figure a baby’s head is bigger than this, and women recover after that.”
Gemma’s hazel eyes bulged as she surveyed the size of my clenched fist.
“What? I’m not wrong.”
Gaze shifting to the ceiling, she shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
