would be a painful pinch. This was more than a pinch. I would not ever describe this feeling like a pinching feeling. It was more like a hot knife driving up inside my vagina. I bit down on my knuckle as I tried to stop myself from crying out, my whole body going tense.
He slipped his hand under my bottom and held on before pulling back out and then driving inside me.
Every instinct told me to make it stop, to retreat and get away from that pain, but then he groaned, “Fuckkkk,” in my ear. “You feel even better than I dreamed.”
He dreamed. He dreamed of me?
“You dreamt about me?”
“Yeah,” he said against my mouth.
All the air left my lungs in a needy whimper. I wrapped my legs around his ass as he continued to drive in over and over. And God, it fucking hurt, but his mouth came to mine and his fingers went to my bra. He yanked it down and then his mouth was on my boob. As his tongue swirled around my nipple, I let out a little moan and grabbed his ass as I tightened my legs again. He looked into my eyes and thrust his hips so that he drove in deep, looking at me with lust the likes I’d never seen on his face before.
He slammed forward again and again before flipping us, holding me tight, without his cock leaving my body and then I was on top.
“Ride me, princess.”
If it hurt before, and it did, now it was really burning. But I couldn’t help but try to go with it based on the look on his face. I wanted this. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted that look on his face to stay there for fucking ever so I did my best to hide how much it hurt. I didn’t care that it hurt. I only cared that I was here, with him, alive, and that he wanted me. He wanted me with a passion.
His fingers went to my clit and he rubbed while he put his other hand to my hip and used my hip as a way to make me move back and forth on him. I hissed. That sensation at my clit was helping a little but still, it burned.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded and put my lips to his again, using his mouth to hide my discomfort. His fingers moved faster, and my nipples went harder. I put my hands to his chest to brace and tried to do some gentle rocking. His fingers were working magic on my clit and it was loosening me up, finally taking that burning down a few notches. I moved him out ¾ of the way by rocking backwards and then I slowly moved in again by rolling my hips forward until he was fully seated and this… this was more like it.
His fingers sped up and I could feel sensation building in me as I continued with the slow rocking back and forth. I was going to come. I was going to come with Christian Forker’s expert fingers working me and his thick cock inside me. I started riding him harder, faster, beginning to love this sensation, loving how he felt, loving how he touched me, and adoring the sexy look on his face. He sat up and that made him go deeper, making me gasp. His left arm wrapped all the way around me while his right hand continued to rub circles between my legs and I suddenly shook like I was having a seizure and I cried out, “Christian, Oh fuck yes, Oh God.”
I clawed at his back as amazing, incredible waves of sensation crested over me. The look in his eyes as he watched it happen. God, he was absolutely beautiful, never more attractive than watching me come with a look on his face like he was in heaven.
He took my mouth with his as I kept whimpering, powering into me with upward thrusts, holding a handful of my hair, until I let out one last cry into his mouth and dropped my forehead on his shoulder. He let go of my hair and slapped my ass with a groan, making me jerk before I went limp in his arms, hyperventilating, a feeling washing over me that was just heavenly. He laid me on my back and went at me with powerful thrusts as he stared into my eyes with an expression of absolute masculinity and