He pushes.
The pain is sharp – a white-hot flare that makes me gasp and clench and try to pull away. But his hands grip my hips, holding me in place, and he doesn’t stop. Just pushes harder, forcing past the resistance, sinking into my ass inch by agonizing inch.
"f**k – ” I’m screaming now, tears streaming down my face. ”It hurts – please – it’s too much – "
“Shh.” His hand snakes around my body, finds my c**t. Starts rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. “I’ll make it feel good. Just breathe. Let me in.”
The pleasure mixes with the pain. Confuses my body. Makes me clench around him in ways I can’t control – which only intensifies everything, makes me feel him more acutely, every ridge and vein of his curved c**k pressing against nerve endings I didn’t know I had.
“That’s better.” He
