I lick, suck, thrust my tongue, thirsty for her honey.
I trap her clit between my teeth, and my goddess cries out: “I . . .Ohhhhh . . .”
“Come in your husband’s mouth, Jazmina.”
She grabs my hair. Wanton. Filthy. Conquered.
I suck her sex, nibbling the rigid crest without restraint now. My finger fucks her gently but steadily, stretching her for me.
She screams in ecstasy, her restless body reacting to her awakening as a woman. She fills my mouth with her desire, feeding me pleasure.
I tease her hardened nipples, letting her lose herself a little more in her orgasm until the spasms finally subside.
My cock is like heavy wood between my thighs, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“I need you. Touch me. Make me yours.”
She doesn’t have to ask again. I’m dizzy with pent-up lust.
I lay myself over her, not sparing her my weight.
“Mine,” I murmur, letting my cock brush between her slick lips.
She drenches my length with her fluids, showing me she’s more than ready.
Jazmina doesn’t take the pill. It goes against the customs of the women of Rheadur. I don’t usually fuck without protection, both for safety and because I’ve always avoided children, but I don’t want to use a condom—even knowing I won’t be able to come inside her.
An animalistic urge drives me to take her without any barrier. I want my thick veins stretching her body, for her to feel me carving my way inside her every time I thrust deep.
“Are you ready for me?” I know she is, but I need her to be certain of what’s about to happen.
“Take me, Rodrick.”
I lace our hands together, pinning hers to the bed beneath mine, just like her body.
I focus on not hurting her as I push my hips forward. The thick head of my cock fits into her tight entrance, invading her, and she tenses.
“Shhh . . .Stay with me the whole time, my princess. Trust me to make you a woman.”
I kiss her mouth, and little by little, she relaxes. The way she submits, so unlike her combative temperament, drives me insane.
Our lips move in harmony with cock and cunt, synced in the rhythm of our desire.
I force my way in, thrusting halfway, and she squirms, nervous.
I bite her swollen nipples, and when she melts, surrendering to pleasure, I push deeper into her sex.
She cries out, startled, but one leg hooks around my waist, her heel pulling me closer.
I deliriously savor the feeling of her stretching to accommodate me.
“Look at me,” I ask. “Don’t look away, Jazmina.” I can tell my commanding tone excites her because her pussy tightens.
I push a little more, eyes fixed on her beautiful face as I move inside her heat.
She moans, distressed, but doesn’t ask me to stop.
“Does it hurt?”