She keeps begging as I position my cock, her eyes glassy and full of desperate need. Her voice only goes quiet when I slot the head of my cock right at the edge of her pussy and start pressing in. Tension fills her limbs, and she reaches up to dig her nails into my shoulders, holding so still and perfect for me as I feed inch after inch of my cock into her bare, slick cunt.
She stretches around me like a fuckingdream, my eyes falling shut in bliss as I sink deeper and deeper until our hips meet.
A hitched breath pulls me out of my haze of pleasure, and I open my eyes slowly, lazily, like a predator who knows he’s finally caught his prey.
The sight I’m greeted with makes my blood freeze in my veins.
Maggie isn’t looking up at me, isn’t flushed with pleasure and begging for more. Her face is turned, buried in my pillow, and her nails are still lodged into my shoulders. Another hitched breath falls from her lips, and I notice the way her whole body is shaking.
Fuck.
Fuck. What happened? She was okay, things were good.
She shouldn’t be crying into my pillow right now.
“Magnolia, baby,” I say, cupping her pretty face in my hands and guiding her out of hiding so that I can see those eyes. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
She shakes her head, and I shift to pull back, to pull out, but her nails dig into my shoulders even harder.
“Don’t!” she pleads. “I’m fine, it’s okay.”
“You don’t look okay,” I say, running my thumb beneath her eye and smoothing her tears out of the way.
She laughs, her face coloring again in what looks like shame. “It just hurts. You’rebig, Bennett. Just move.”
It shouldn’t hurt bad enough to have her crying. I stretched her out plenty, she was soaking wet on my fingers. My gaze flits down to where we’re joined, and I see a shadow ringing the base of my cock in the moonlight.
Blood.
I should’ve known better. I shouldn’t have let her work me up so quickly. Of course the little brat would lie to get what she wants. I should probably be more upset with her, but the way she fits around me like a glove clears everything but pleasure from my mind.
Too late to take it back now anyway.
She freezes when she sees where my eyes linger, knowing that she’s caught, but I’m not going to punish her for it now. I’ll make her apologize later, but her first time should be nothing but pleasure. I reach down and fit my thumb against her clit again, rubbing slowly until she’s arching against me again, her pussy clenching down over me in a way that has my patience waning rapidly.
“Please,” she whispers raggedly, urging me on before I can ask if she’s sure she doesn’t want to stop. “Keep going, Bennett. I want it.”
“You’re going to get yourself into trouble lying to me like that, little girl,” I say, moving my hips again, a slow, but harshrhythm. “I’m not going to be gentle just because it’s your first time.”
I’ll be nicer, but I won’t begentle.
She wraps one hand behind my neck and tugs me down into a filthy kiss, her hips moving to meet my thrusts.
“If I wanted gentle, I wouldn’t have come to you,” she whispers against my lips. “Now fuck me, Bennett.”
It’s not exactly begging, but it’ll do.
I pull back slowly, enjoying the drag of pleasure and how it buzzes through my veins.
It’s the last bit of my patience she’s going to get.
I set a punishing pace, one hand gripping her hips and the other wrapped firmly around her throat as I set to fucking her, just like she wants. Her back arches like a bow, picture perfect, mouth dropping open on sweet gasps of my name and pleas for more. She’s a goddamn vixen, hot and wet and achingly tight around my cock.
“Right there, please,” she whimpers, dragging her nails down my chest. “Fuck,please, Bennett.”
I hold her still while hammering into her, aiming my thrusts right at the spot that has her whole body locking up around me. Her moans rise in pitch, edging towards desperate as she gets closer and closer to the edge. My mind buzzes at the thought that I’m the first person to ever give her this, to ever make her feel like this. Every time someone else is inside her,I’mthe one she’ll think of. I’ll be better than any of them.
I ignore the feral part of me that never wants to let anyone else touch her.
