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Nova
Ryan Age 23 : Nova Age 18
The fire in Ryan’s eyes had sweat beading along my entire body, but it was his feral growl that caused my clit to throb despite having had the best orgasm of my life less than half an hour before. He lifted me like I weighed nothing at all and placed me in the center of the bed. Grabbing the back of his shirt collar, he pulled it over his head even as he was kicking off his sweatpants.
I’d had fantasies of Ryan losing control with me, but the reality was a million times better than I ever could have imagined. I didn’t get time to appreciate the sight of him fully naked before his mouth crashed down on mine. Earlier, when we’d fooled around right after he’d woken up, I’d felt so guilty because he’d thought he was dreaming. The afterglow of coming all over his mouth had vanished before I’d even gotten the chance to enjoy it.
Liquid heat pooled between my legs as he spread them wider so his bulky body could fit between them. His hands were everywhere, fisting my hair, cupping my tits, and pinching my aching nipples. Grazing down my abdomen and spreading the lips of my sex, thumbing my clit until I was begging him for more.
The entire time, Ryan shook, his breathing coming in choppy pants that only turned me on more. His cock twitched and jerked against me, leaving a trail of precome wherever it touched. I arched my hips, begging him to either finish me with his fingers or fuck me with his cock, but his lips were fused to mine, making it impossible to voice my plea.
But he gave me neither, only tortured me until I couldn’t take it any longer and pulled back with a cry. “Harder, Ryan. Please, harder. I need it. I need you.”
“Nova,” he groaned, fisting his cock and guiding it to my entrance. But he didn’t give it to me like I begged for. Instead, he barely pushed the tip inside and stopped. Lifting his head, he locked our gazes. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whispered.
“Louder,” he commanded, his hand going to my throat. His fingers barely squeezed, demanding I obey, only making me wetter. “Who do you belong to, Nova?”
“You,” I cried. “I belong to you, Ryan.”
His nostrils flared, and he gave me another inch of his thick cock. It stretched me, making me whimper as my inner tissue tore to accommodate his girth. Fuck, he was huge. My pussy was small and tight in comparison to his large size, but he molded my flesh around his thickness, physically imprinting himself inside me.
“Tell me you love me,” he snarled, his teeth clenching hard as he fought not to thrust forward and bottom out, letting me adjust to his invasion little by little. “Tell me you never stopped.”
“I love you. Now and always.” I lifted my hips without thinking, trying to take what he was determined to ease me into.
“No,” he growled, sweat dripping from his temples. “You get only what I give you.”
Frustrated tears filled my eyes. “Please, Ryan. I need it harder.”
“Can’t,” he gritted out. “I’ll hurt you.”
“You’re hurting me by not giving me what I need,” I argued, the tears spilling from the corners of my eyes. “And what I need is all of you inside me. Now!”
With a curse, he grabbed my ass in both hands, lifting me into him as he thrust to the hilt. The pain was sharp but over in a matter of seconds, leaving me feeling full and owned. The sounds that left him as he clutched my bottom half to his were savage, sweat pouring off him as he pressed his face between my tits, whispering to himself, “Give her a moment. Fuck, don’t hurt her.”
With trembling fingers, I combed them through the hair at the back of his head. “You’re not hurting me,” I murmured, only to moan when he shifted his hips. “More.”
Snarling viciously, he lifted onto his knees, his hands holding my ass like his fingers were welded to me. Seeing him over me, his handsome face twisted with need, sweat coating his entire body… My inner walls tightened, and I watched in fascination as he threw his head back, the corded muscles in his neck straining as he swallowed the sounds of his pleasure.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted. “You feel amazing.”
“S-so do you.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” As if he had to pry one hand from my ass, he jerked it back and then brushed his thumb over my exposed clit. “All I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel good, Nova.”
“No pain,” I panted. His thumb rubbed my clit in tight little circles with the perfect amount of pressure. “It feels so good, Ryan. I-I’m going…going…” My scream filled the room as the orgasm pulsed through me, ten times harder than the one he’d given me earlier with his tongue and fingers.
He stroked my clit through my release, but the second my pussy stopped convulsing, his willpower completely broke.
One minute, I was on my back, and the next, he had me on all fours. He wrapped my hair around his wrist with one hand, pulling my head back as he thrust into me from behind. My inner flesh was tender, making me cry out, but it wasn’t all in pain. My pussy opened, accepting his reckless invasion. Grasping my hip in his other hand, he slammed into me, over and over again.
I was so lost in the pleasure of having Ryan take me for the first time, of knowing he was mine in all ways now, that the sudden sting of his hand slapping down on my ass made me shout.
“Do not ever run from me again, Nova.” His palm connected again, in the same spot, making the sting twice as bad.
Yet…my pussy walls clenched around him harder. What was supposed to be a punishment felt like anything but, and I arched my spine, inviting the next spank.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are perfect. The way you take my cock. How your pussy clenches when I turn this sweet ass pink. Perfect. And all mine.”
“I love you,” I vowed, turning my head so I could see him over my shoulder.
Tightening his hold on my hair, he angled my head so he could capture my mouth. The kiss was brutal, demanding I give him every piece of myself, all the way down to my soul. But there was no part of me that wasn’t already his, my soul included.
I felt his cock thickening even more only a second before he roared as he released inside me. I thought he would collapse beside me then, and we would cuddle. But Ryan was still pulsing inside me when he pulled free and rolled me onto my back. Gently, as if he hadn’t just fucked my brains out, he kissed me. He traced his hands down my body until he reached my pussy. Without breaking the kiss, he stroked my clit until I was rubbing against him, my whimpers begging him for more.
While his tongue played with mine, he thrust into me again. His strokes were tender, loving, his pace slow and leisurely. This was not the desperate, chaotic fucking he’d just given me, but the loving I always imagined our first time would be. My sweet, gentle Ryan, who cared about nothing but making everything perfect for me.
“I was lost without you,” he said between kisses, emotion making his voice hoarse and bringing tears to my eyes. “But I’m never letting you go again.”
I wanted to tell him he would never have to live without me as long as I could help it, but my release crashed down on me so hard, all I could do was cry out his name.