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While I whimper, he moans, struggling to breathe as he sinks further.
“Fuck,” he curses, then owns my mouth in a searing kiss.
I squeeze my eyes shut when he hits the barrier. He stretches and fills every part of me.
“You feel so good, Sweetling,” he croons in my ear. “Nothing, no one, has ever felt as good as you feel to me. Your pussy is perfect. All mine. I know it hurts.”
I nod, biting my lip as he presses a little harder. Tears fill my eyes as I open them, staring directly at him.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise.” His hand automatically lies across the side of my neck, his thumb sliding back and forth across my jaw. “So beautiful,” he whispers in awe, before dipping down and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
I cry out when he slams forward, claiming my virginity as his while lashing his tongue across my hardened peak. He cups my breasts, groaning as he has his way with my body.
He kisses his way up my chest, sucking gently on my throat, before taking another kiss.
“You’re all mine now,” he states. “The only cock you’ll ever know.” He kisses me again, gently and sweet, and doesn’t move. He gives me time to adjust to his size, the pain and intrusion.
“So big,” I mumble, wiggling under him.
“And your pussy is taking every inch it was meant to.” He plucks my left nipple, pinching and tugging until I’m moaning in pleasure.
“Move,” I beg him. “Please, move.”
“Why is every part of you perfect.” He wonders aloud, as he slides out only to ease his way in again. His eyes close, and his mouth opens as he makes pleasurable noises I never thought I’d hear from him. He is a very vocal lover, and I want more.
“More, Carmine. Please.” My hands wrap around his firm ass, gripping his cheeks to pull him tighter against me, Another inch invaded my sensitive entrance.
Hooking one hand around my shoulder, he leans on his elbow and stares at where we are connected, watching himself sliding in and out of me.
“Ah, damn,” he groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. “Delilah.” His nostrils flare as he picks up speed, our skin slapping in the room that will hold this moment forever.
“Oh god,” I shout, scraping my nails down his chest.
He slams against me now, gripping the headboard for leverage as he thrusts his hips with more force. “That’s it, Sweetling. Take my cock, take the only fucking cock you’ll ever know. I’ll be the only man you’ll ever need. I’ll give you everything.”
He reaches down and circles my clit, sparks flying through my body.
“Carmine!” My thighs begin to tremble, and I become wetter, the space between us slippery.
“Yes, call out my name, Sweetling. Let me hear you.” He moves us suddenly, standing beside the bed; he drags the edge, lifts my legs to place them on his shoulders, and fills me once more. We moan in unison, and as he begins a punishing pace, my breasts bounce with the force he uses. He stares, watching the movement hungrily.
He’s obsessed.
“I can’t wait until you’re pregnant. I can’t wait until your tits fill with milk and your belly becomes round. You’re going to be so fucking sexy. I’m going to love it just like I love you,” he admits, and doesn’t catch himself.
I don’t say it back because it has to be the heat of the moment. I don’t think he means it. I’ll wait until he says it while we aren’t having amazing sex.
“Carmine. I’m…I’m…”
“Yes, that’s it, Sweetling. Come.”
On his command, unable to disobey, I do as he says and shatter. My muscles clamp around him as spasms work their way through my body.
He spreads my legs apart and aligns his chest with mine, kissing me again before his breath becomes unsteady and sharp. Carmine groans and gasps. “Ah, fuck, Delilah.”
He plants himself as far as he can and fills me with every stream; he thrusts harder, wanting to claim my womb.
When he is done, he doesn’t roll off me. Instead, he kisses me tenderly, slow and easy, both of us trying to catch our breath. Our bodies shake from the explosive orgasms, and without breaking the connection between us, he moves us up the bed.
“We’ll fall asleep like this, so nothing drips free,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the side of my forehead.
I don’t know why that makes me smile, but it does. Maybe this life with him won’t be so bad. Maybe we will be happy.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, trailing his hands up and down my arms. “Did I hurt you?” he asks.
I sigh in contentment, not ever wanting this moment to end. I’m falling in love with him, and I want nothing more than to tell him, but I can’t. I want us to tell one another when sex isn’t involved. Only loving me while he’s inside me isn’t love.
It’s just sex. It’s use. It’s a transaction between two people, as we originally agreed upon.
“No. You didn’t hurt me. I mean, it hurt at first, but it doesn’t hurt anymore. It felt good. Really good,” I admit, and I’m happy he can’t see my face because I blush, suddenly feeling shy.
“You feel amazing. I’m addicted.” He presses a kiss against my shoulder, and I involuntary contract my muscles around him. Carmine hisses, gripping my hip with force. “You better stop if you don’t want another round.”
“Who said I didn’t? You’re the one who stopped. Do you think you can go again? Is your age catching up to you?” I tease, wanting to take it a step further. “You probably can’t keep up with a young woman like me. Maybe one of your brothers can help me out.”
He flips me onto my back; this time, both hands are wrapped around my neck, squeezing tightly. I can’t breathe, and my entire body reacts. I love it.
“You fucking dare bring my brothers into our bed while it’s my come inside you, my cock, me with my hands wrapped around your throat. It’s your virgin blood on me.” His cock is still solid as he begins to thrust. Lifting me by my neck, he tosses me off his length and throws me onto my stomach. His hand shoves my face into the mattress, and I struggle, wanting to get away but driving him crazy.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” He wraps my hair around his wrist. “And to think I was going to take it easy on you because you were a virgin, but now I’m wondering if you just want to be my slut.” He grips my hips to keep me still enough for him to thrust inside me.
“Yes,” I groan, loving this position, loving the sting of pain from losing my virginity.
“Bring my brothers into this bed again, and I will make sure you can’t walk for a fucking week, Delilah. Do you want them?” he sneers, driving unapologetically into me again. “Are you imagining them inside you right now?” I hear the insecurity in his voice. It’s barely there, a slight hitch in his throat, but it’s there. “No one will be able to fuck you better than me,” he threatens. “And I will kill them if they ever laid a hand on you. You know I would.”
My screams are muffled by the mattress. I move up the bed with every thrust until my head hangs over it.
“They will never get the chance to touch you like I am!” he roars, thrusting harder, and the urge to come hits me full force. All I feel is pressure. It builds and builds until I don’t think I can take anymore. I turn my head to look at him, but he shoves me back down. “You don’t get to watch me fuck you.”
“I don’t want them! I don’t.” I shake my head, my fingers curling over the edge of the mattress. “I only want you. I only wanted to make you angry.”
He yanks me back by tugging my hair, bringing his lips to my ear. “I am. Mission accomplished. I’m furious, Delilah. Tell me again. Tell me you only want me. Tell me it’s my cock that you want. No one else’s.”
“Yours, Carmine. I’m yours. I’m yours. Oh, God, I’m so close.”
“You come when I tell you to, damn it. You better not come, or I won’t fuck you again for weeks.”
“Carmine,” I pout. “That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair. I don’t give a fuck what you have to say right now.” He continues to batter me, his cock plummeting in and out, his sack slapping against me while I hold in my orgasm. Tears brim my eyes, and a burn begins to spread through my stomach.
“I have to, please,” I sob. “Carmine. Carmine. Carmine,” I chant his name with his every thrust.
I’ll have bruises on my ass from how hard he is holding me, but I don’t care. I want them. I want every mark he wants to give me.
“You’re not so sweet, but this pussy is,” he grabs my cheeks and thrusts me back, fucking me harder. He pauses, shouting his pleasure as he comes. “Now, Delilah. Now!”
And I do; I stop holding it in and cry into the mattress, milking his cock of every drop.
My vision sways, and darkness creeps in from the sides.
He pulls out of me and rolls me over. He kisses me, and I taste his sweat, the heat of his breath, and I drink it all in.
“You’re mine, Delilah,” he repeats. “I own you.”
“I know,” I say, our foreheads pressed together as we try to catch our breath.
I never expected to be owned, but I am in every single way. My life is his.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.