Black spots took over her vision as she screamed his name, her body practically levitating off of the mattress as the pleasure of her second orgasm rushed through every cell in her body.
Those black spots remained, even as she felt Algernon drag his muscled torso up her body and seat himself between her thighs.
“Hold on to me, my love,” Algernon huskily ordered as he gathered her into his arms. “This is going to hurt. I am so sorry I cannot prevent it, but I promise you, I will make up for it.”
Panting, barely registering his words, Beatrice weakly wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders as the black spots in her eyes finally started to fade. She whimpered needily as she felt him line the thick head of his rigid length against her slick mons, anticipation and desire surging through her.
“I love you,” Algernon whispered then kissed her deeply.
“I lo…” she tried to respond around his kiss, but then pain exploded in her core as he thrust forward. Her words cut off into a startled cry which was quickly smothered by Algernon’s deep kiss. He groaned into her mouth, muttering something about her sweet tightness that caused another gush of wetness to surge from her pained core.
“Shhh, I have you, my love,” he whispered reverently, brushing small kisses across her parted lips as he sunk himself another inch deeper. “Breathe for me. God, you feel so perfect, Beatrice.So perfect.”
Beatrice’s nails dug deeper into Algernon’s shoulders as she did her best to get used to his size. She had read about sex enough now to know that every woman went through this the first time, but the wording of the novels had not done the pain justice.
She drew in deep breaths as Algernon commanded, willing her body to relax and take his impressive length.
“One last time,” Algernon rasped, his voice sounding absolutely tortured as he muttered the words against her lips.
Beatrice was barely able to pull in another breath before he surged forth again, seating himself from tip to root within her sheath. The pain in her lower belly grew deeper- but through it came a small tendril of pleasure. Beatrice mentally grasped it and held onto it for dear life.
Algernon began to rock his hips, the small act making him groan and Beatrice whimper. With each little movement though, she felt her tightly coiled body start to relax, the tendril of pleasure growing stronger. After another few long, patient moments on Algernon’s part, that tendril overpowered Beatrice’s pain, and she let out a long, breathy moan as her tight grip turned into a caress, and her head sank softly back into the mattress.
“Oh, that is it, my love,” Algernon praised, dropping soft kisses along her jaw and throat as he drew himself out until the very tip of his manhood was the only part of him left inside of her then he surged forward again, fully this time, sending his length all the way inside her with one powerful thrust.
“Algernon!” Beatrice screamed, but this time, only a quiver of discomfort moved through her womb. Pleasure quickly took its place, making her arch her back and wordlessly ask for more.
Algernon must have been all too happy to oblige, for more muttered words of praise growled from his lips as he brought his hips back and surged forward again. This time, stars erupted behind Beatrice’s eyes as pleasure surged through every part of her body.
"Algernon!"
He was addicted. Thoroughly and utterly addicted to Beatrice. Such knowledge came to him as he felt her orgasm begin to build around his manhood which he was demanding not to release yet despite the pleasure roiling through his own veins.
He had known that their union was going to be explosive but this—this was taking every ounce of control he ever had and testing its mettle.
He growled through his gritted teeth, fighting back the want to come as Beatrice writhed beneath him. Her beauty was incomparable. Especially in this moment, with her long hair wild and her skin flushed and slick with sweat just like his own. She let out a moan that almost threatened to take him over the edge as she opened her cobalt blue eyes and looked up at him.
“Algernon,” she moaned, her grip on his shoulders tightening again.
God, he loved the way she said his name.
“Say it again,” he growled, thrusting deeper into her with a jolting force.
Beatrice screamed as she threw her head back in ecstasy, the force of it making her mons pulse and squeeze around his already strangled length. God, he wasn’t going to last.
“Algernon!” she moaned again, and this time as he thrust inside of her, her back bowed, her nails drew blood, and her sheath tightened around him to the point of pain, and then she released, her body melting in his arms just as he lost the last shred of will to hold back from his own orgasm.
He groaned deeply, sending his shaft as deep into her as he could as wave after wave of pleasure washed over his body, making his toes curl and his eyes roll back.
He’d had women before. Had gotten quite good at giving them pleasure, but none of them ignited his desire as Beatrice did. It was as if she had always meant to be his, and he was determined to be only hers.
It took several moments for his body to stop pulsing with the pleasure of his release, but when it finally did, his arms trembled with a sudden heaviness, and he sank his full weight down atop Beatrice, nuzzling into her neck then breasts. His tongue darted out, lapping her sweat at every bare expanse of her flesh his lips could find as she wrapped her trembling arms and legs around his back.
He could feel her lips feathering kisses atop his head as she clung to him, the sound of their panting breaths the only thing breaking the silence of the room for a long time.
“Are you hurt?” he finally was able to pant out.
Algernon forced himself up onto his elbows, so he could look into her eyes, and his heart somersaulted in his chest when he saw her cobalt orbs glowing with pleasure. He tried to move a little more, realizing that he was likely crushing her, but Beatrice tightened her arms and legs around him, silently telling him that he should not dare to move.