Licking, biting, tasting.
I am so bloody lost in him that it isn’t until I’m flat on my back with his mouth latched onto my nipple that I notice the mirror on the ceiling.
Our reflection is straight out of an erotic painting.
His large and muscular body obscures every part of me except for my shoulders and flushed face while he plays with my breasts. His corded thighs tangled with my legs. His round ass pinning my hips down while his fingers thread through my hair.
I can’t take my eyes off us as I stare at the way pleasure blooms on my face when he licks my puckered nipple before sucking it with the perfect pressure. The heat of his mouth causing my lips to part on a moan.
My nipple throbs when he frees it to stare down at me with desire and need. Angling his head, his glistening lips fuse with mine, making me taste my arousal. Pulling away, he commands, “Keep your pretty eyes on me, Rainbow. Don’t close them, no matter how much you may want to.”
“I won’t.” I want to be in the moment as we join for the first time.
“Lock your legs around my hips.” Leaning up on one elbow, he pushes his other arm between our bodies to grab his length and rub the head in my juices. It momentarily distracts me with the silken pleasure.
I curl my fingers around his shoulders as he aims the broad crown against my opening, inhaling nervously.
His lips brush over my trembling ones, whispering, “Relax for me.”
He pushes.
I tense a little.
He expects it and keeps applying pressure, coaxing my body to open for him. I bite the corner of my lip, trying to keep my breathing even. But when his tip breaches me just a tad, I clamp up at the burn.
“K-Kian,” I whimper.
Withdrawing, he slides his shaft between my slit, stroking and rubbing until I sigh. Nudging my pussy again, he thrusts forward. A little harder than earlier. My body fights the intrusion. Kian keeps going, stretching my hole around his dickhead. It’s so much bigger than having my own fingers inside me.
I feel my walls part for him, accepting the throbbing tip.
“Oh god!” I heave.
Bringing his other arm up to rest beside my head, he cages me in while peering at me tenderly. Shifting his legs, he spreads me wide using them and drives his hips forward. I exhale roughly as he slides another inch and stops.
“You good?” he asks thickly.
I nod for him to keep going.
Brushing his lips over mine, he thrusts with force. I hiss, digging my nails into his shoulders because it goes from uncomfortable to painful. I’m soaking the sheets, but it isn’t enough. His girth is too thick, as it keeps splitting my insides in two.
“K-Kian… It hurt-ts… Ahh!”
“I’m sorry, baby girl,” he murmurs, pausing again. “Shh… breathe.”
I gulp in air. Then let it out slowly.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises, kissing my bottom lip. “Such a good little girl. I’ll make you feel so good. Let me give you more.”
Pulling out to the tip, he plunges back one inch at a time, sliding deeper than before. It hurts just as bad. I buck underneath him, thrashing with nowhere to go.
He grits his teeth, reaching down to hook an arm under my knee to open me for his cock, which is drilling into me.
“Feel the burn, Iris. It’s your man claiming you. Feel how I’m stretching you, stealing your innocence,” he grunts, distracting me with filthy words over my cries. “You saved this virgin pussy for me. You wanted this. Craved it. Fucking chased it.”
“Ohh!” I clench around him. “How much more?”
He pants.
