She whimpers at the sound of my voice, or maybe it’s because of the pain of me stretching her out, and wiggles on me some more. “I am trying. You’re—this—”
Her body is drenched with desire. This isn’t an issue of whether she wants me or not, it’s due to a problem with size.
She’s way too small.
Heaven for me, but it must be hell for her.
Although touching her is dangerous for me at this point, I slide one hand around her hips and bring the other between her legs. “Look at me, little Marie.”
She does, eyes glazed with both pleasure and pain.
Slowly, I rub my thumb into her clit, spreading her moisture.
Brows furrowed, she cries out, and her body accepts me a bit more.
“That’s it,” I urge, watching as her nipples pebble harder the more I talk. “Just let me give this to you. Feel me deeper. It’ll be so good once I’m in the whole way. You’re going to come so hard around me.”
Her head falls back, bearing her neck and jutting out her hard nipples.
With my free hand, I finish tearing that sheath off, leaving her gloriously naked.
With my cock halfway inside her.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so gorgeous.” The confession doesn’t gall me, neither does the fact that I’m rambling like a fool. My heart pounds in my chest and common sense is all but gone at this point. I squeeze one of her breasts, playing with her nipple. The need to have it in my mouth is almost as overwhelming as the other needs tearing me apart.
Kiss her.
Impale her.
Lick her cunt.
I just want to eat every part of her and the irrational urge ruins another part of my mind. The battle is more than futile; it’s a torture with no end in sight.
Releasing her breast, I circle my hands around to her plump ass. “Do it, Marie. Now. Before I take over and I promise you, it’s going to hurt even more.”
“Just keep doing that,” she moans. “Play with me the way you were before.”
“Say it, then,” I demand, because I’m a fucking masochist and it’s starting to show. “Tell me to play with your cunt.”
“Yes, please.” Shameless with need, she spreads her legs wider, practically shoving me in her. “Play with my cunt. I need—oh yes. Yes!” she cries out as I press my thumb to her clit again.
Her walls begin to contract, another orgasm building.
I take advantage, caressing her clit until she’s near mindless, then I jerk my hips off the ground.
The sensation of my cock finally seated within her makes my eyes roll back. My back arches. A broken groan leaves me, a pitiful, needy sound I’ll be embarrassed about later, but I can’t give a damn at this moment.
Marie mewls on top of me, thighs shaking.
She didn’t come.
How could she? The agony of me tearing her open stopped it.
I bite the inside of my cheek and raise my head to look at her. “Beautiful girl, you feel unbelievable. I want to fuck you in so many ways.” As I talk to her, I continue playing with her clit, soft, light strokes meant to tease her.
It doesn’t take her long to lose herself to the sensations once more. Within seconds, her walls start throbbing, accepting me, and her body begins to rock on top of me.
Searching for more.
More pleasure.
More of a connection.
It proves to be too much for me. There’s just something about her, about her body, that unravels me. Strips me down to a base, incomprehensible form. A creature with no control and gone mad with rabid desire.
I forget about her comfort and thrust into her mindlessly.
It’s delicious heat, a charge that hits me straight in the nerves.
Groaning, I fuck her harder, and harder, my thoughts focused on nothing more than that final culmination.
But she doesn’t cower from my hard thrusts. Skin slick with sweat, she holds on for dear life, nails digging into my chest, body braced for each impact. Her breasts bounce, nipples jutted. I surge into her, wrenching a cry from deep in her chest.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” I confess, sweat breaking out along my skin, as well. “I need you to come for me again. Let me feel it before you drain me.”
“Vulgaire,” she repeats, calling me vulgar in French for a second time. Yet, her head falls back, hips rotating atop mine for more, and it’s clear that she fucking loves it when I’m vulgar with her.
“Yes. That’s it.” I thrust deeper, rubbing her clit faster. “Make me fill that pretty little cunt.”
“Oh God!” Marie cries out, shattering around me, thighs quaking with the strength of her orgasm.
She’s dragging me with her, pulses shooting up the length of my cock.
And all I can focus on is those lips.
Those pillowy, parted lips.
“Say it, Marie. What I told you not to say.”
Proof I’ve truly lost my mind.
“Remy!” She calls out, shaking from head to toe.
With another growl, I shoot into a sitting position, grab her nape, and bring her mouth to mine.
The connection suspends time and everything around me slows for a few seconds.
Her silky lips slide along mine. The taste of her overcomes my thoughts. I slide my tongue into her, and she tightens around me, meeting me without hesitation—
I come before I realize it’s happening, groaning into her mouth.
She wraps her arms around my neck, giving herself to the kiss, to my still thrusting hips. Her short, breathless moans echo in the space between our mouths as we lick each others’ tongues. I cup her bouncing ass, grunting at the sensual, firm feel of it. It goes on and on, an orgasm without end.
Her wetness drips down my length, combined with my seed as it leaks out of her. She breaks our kiss, fighting to catch her breath.
Exhausted.
Too fucking bad. I’m not done with her. This desire hasn’t waived one bit. I’m still hard as a rock inside her.
Marie gasps as I flip her over onto her back, careful to keep my shaft in her. “W-what—”
I interrupt her with a shift of my hips. “I’m sorry, chère. It looks like I’m not done with you, yet. As a matter of fact”—I lean down to nuzzle her ear, her neck, trailing my tongue along her skin—“we might have to be at this all night.”
Or perhaps for the next few days.
Whatever it takes to exorcise this madness from my system.
SHE’S ASLEEP.
And I remain curled around her, fingers gliding up and down her arm.
My eyes shoot open, every remnant of drowsiness gone.
What am I doing?
Marie’s body is warm. Tempting. Covered in the combined scent of our fucking. It’s pitiful how much that makes me want to stay.
Me, a god, contemplating keeping a human slave.
Yes, it was only twenty-years ago that I was both a human and a slave, and I do not judge her for her station in life.
She was born into it as much as I was.
Truth is, I have no business keeping a woman, mortal or not. Look what it did to my predecessor.
It’s time to go.
Yet, I can’t bring myself to get to my feet without staring at her profile one last time. Her lashes lay against her ebony cheeks. Cheeks that remain flushed from exertion.
Pleasure.
I was her first.