For five, agonizingly slow breaths, he slowly coaxed her pussy wider… wider… until finally?—
“Shit! Fucking stars!” Wet, tight heat snapped shut around his full cock head, squeezing hard on his ridges. Blinding light sliced through his brain, brilliant and all-consuming. It was only Georgia’s pained scream that kept him from following through on the instincts urging him to slam in to the hilt, to bury himself in the source of life itself.
“Breathe, breathe!” He growled the mantra as much to himself as to her, forcing air littered with her pheromones deep into his lungs.
“H-hurts! I want more!” she whined, body trembling in his grip, as if she didn’t know whether to press harder back against him, or crawl forward to escape.
“I know, I know… I want more, too. Fuck, you feel so good,” Kesh moaned, pressing his face into her wild hair. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. Every frantic pulse of her wet flesh against his sensitive ridges clawed at his fraying self-control, thoughts of finally uniting his flesh with hers pounding in his brain.
But his little female needed him to ease her into full submission.
Groaning, he reached beneath her and found her swollen clit with his thumb.
“Ah!” She yelped and jumped at the first brush of contact, but quickly pressed her mound to his palm in search of more stimulation.
“Yes, yes… Oh, God…!”
Anger itched at the edges of his conscience at her continual tendency to invoke divinity, but instead of punishing her pussy for it like every throbbing urge screamed to do, he channeled it into iron control of every movement, ensuring he didn’t break her.
Slowly, firmly, he massaged her metal-encircled nub of nerves, forcing her focus to the intense sensation of stimulation and away from the hard pressure of his cock head inside her.
She mewled beneath him; groaned and panted—and soon, her pussy’s death grip softened ever so slightly. Enough that he could finally push deeper.
“Fuck!” His roar overlaid hers as sharp sensation fired through his ridges and shaft. Everything was wet, tight, almost painful bliss. Mindlessly, he pushed against her pussy’s resistance, slowly but mercilessly pressing his hips to her ass. Conquering her completely.
Through the roar of blood in his ears, he heard Georgia scream.
“Georgia… Oh, fuck, Georgia… Tell me you want this… Please, fuck, tell me… tell me you need me.” There was no power in this world strong enough to make him pull out. All he could do, all he could offer his little female, was to use the last vestiges of his crumbling willpower to hold himself perfectly still inside her while he rubbed her clit and allowed her channel to get used to his presence.
“Kesh! Kesh!” The frantic sound of her whines shuddered through him, but she kept her ass glued to his pelvis, her rapid heartbeat echoing from her pussy and into his cock from their joining with every circle he rubbed on her clit.
And then, finally, like the most beautiful music, came his redemption:
“I need you! I want you! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”
He let out a groan from the depths of his being, relief shuddering through every cell—and then burning to ash as he finally released the all-consuming fire of need.
The first thrust was painful for them both, and yet, nothing had ever felt as perfect.
Her cry raked goosebumps down his back. He buried his face in her sweaty hair and pulled her to his chest with one arm. “I won’t hurt you. Trust me. Please, trust me. I need you so much. So fucking much. You’re mine.” The words spilled from his lips like a prayer, barely registering in his consciousness. In those moments, he was nothing but instinct and need.
He thrust again, and she took him. Encompassed every inch, every aching, needy molecule. And again. And again. Her cries turned throaty, her pussy’s painful grip easing a little more for him each time his cock head kissed her cervix. Her body was adjusting to him—molding itself to fit him, to take him.
Primal satisfaction rushed through him, making him clutch her harder. Even her body knew the undeniable truth: she was his. Only his.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
As if he could have, even if he’d wanted to.
“You need it harder? You want me to fuck that greedy pussy raw?” His voice was rough, deep—clawing its way up from the most primitive parts of his being. He raised up high on his knees to grasp her hips.
Her immediate response was to arch her back in wanton submission that drew fire up his spine. “Yes! Fuck yes, harder! Please, I need you harder! Don’t. Stop!”
“I’ll give you harder, my love. I’ll give you everything you need—whether you want it or not.” He dug his fingers dug deep into her flesh, ensuring she couldn’t get away—and then, finally, he unleashed.
Georgia’s screams pierced through his snarls of pleasure and the wet, continuous thwacking of his hips pounding against her ass and stretched labia. There was no holding back, no mercy—just the tight, blissful squeeze of his female’s pussy learning to take him exactly like it was made to do.
She bucked in his grasp, cursed his name into the ground, and beat her fists against the mattress, but there was no escape.
