“f**k, you feel so f*****g good, angel,” I grunt, kissing her just above the collarbone. The pressure is intense. She isn’t fully mine yet. “Are you all right?”
“Y-yes,” she mutters. “You’re so big…”
I smile. “I’m going to keep pushing now. I’m almost there.”
Fabiola nods, her arms thrown over my shoulders, her hands gripping the muscles of my back as though I might fly away at any moment.
My shaft throbs as I press forward, inward, deeper inside her soaking hole that’s cinched down around me as if trying to push me out and pull me in at the same time.
And then I feel it—Fabiola’s innocence gives way.
She winces. Her entire body quivers, and she locks eyes with me, seeking solace from my gaze.
“That’s it, angel,” I coo, running my fingers through her hair to soothe her. “The hard pa
