Marry the Don

Chapter 9

“Good girl,” he said and reached between our bodies to rub the head of his massive cock through the wetness he drew from me. “Dripping for me.” He smirked and I shuddered in embarrassment. I kept my hands on my chest, as I prepared for the invasion, but he didn’t surge forward like I expected him to. He just kept sliding himself through my wetness in a teasing manner.

“Do it,” I said, “Please, just get it over with.”

He lifted one side of his upper lip, slowly pushing into me.

I gasped and my fists left my chest, digging my fingernails into his strong shoulders as he met that same resistance inside of me. He pulled back out and ran the underside of his shaft up through my wetness, against my clit again and I moaned, unable to stop it before it left my lips.

I felt the blush of embarrassment that had been on my face since he walked in the door deepen even more as I admitted that I wanted him with sounds alone.

He pulled back and did it again, but when my lips parted to moan again, he lowered his to them and absorbed it before running his tongue against mine in a seductive dance.

I’d never been kissed before.

And somehow, the way he kissed me, slowly rubbing his tongue against mine until I started to reciprocate, felt more intimate than the way he ran the length of his cock against my vagina.

One of his hands left the mattress and slid under my neck to anchor me to him as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss even more. I slid my hands up his shoulders, unable to keep them still and he groaned into my mouth when I raked my nails over the back of his scalp.

I clung to him as he continued rubbing my clit with the entire length of his cock and fucked my mouth with his tongue, losing myself to the erotic taboo that he was spinning around me like a web. I was so lost to him, I didn’t notice when he shifted his hips and lined back up with my entrance until he surged forward, ripping through my virginity and pushing his entire cock into my body.

“God!” I screamed against his lips as waves of pain and nausea rolled through my body from the abruptness of it. He stayed still, buried deep inside, and watched me as tears filled my eyes from the stinging burn.

But he stayed still and waited for me to get over the shock of it. I blinked rapidly as I rode out the waves of pain until my breathing finally returned to normal and I removed my nails from the back of his neck where they’d dug in. I swallowed and tried to relax my muscles to prepare for him to pull out and end this torture of pain and pleasure that he inflicted on me like my mother had said he would.

But instead, he tilted my head back towards his with the hand still cradling the back of my neck and stared down into my eyes. “Tonight, I am your god,” he growled and rolled his hips, rubbing my clit

with his hard pelvic bone until I moaned again. “Good girl,” He praised me with that same smirk.

“That’s it, right?” I panted, taking my hands off of his shoulders to lay against my chest again, “It’s over?”

He rolled his hips again and hitched my thigh up around his waist before slowly pulling out of me. When only the thick bulbous head of his cock remained inside of me, I held my breath, waiting for the empty feeling I imagined would come when he pulled free. But he licked his lips and slammed into me again, rolling his hips on the forward thrust and pulling out again, before repeating the motion over and over again. “I’m not anywhere near done with you, Arianna.” He growled and pressed his lips against mine again, silencing the next line of moans that fell from them as the pain gave way to intense pleasure with each rock of his hips and the glide of him pushing and pulling from my body.

“I don’t,” I gasped, “I don’t understand.”

“Don’t,” he answered before taking one of my hands and sliding it back up around his neck where they had gone when he first kissed me. “Just enjoy.”

“Enjoy?” I cried like the thought was barbaric, even as I moaned on the next breath.

“ So tight,” he growled, biting my bottom lip, and sucking it into his mouth, “This cunt is so good.” “Oh, my God.” I groaned, pushing my head back into the pillows further to get away from his mouth even as I lifted my hips and tightened my leg around his waist, adding my other to cling to him.

“Take your pleasures from me,” he demanded, reaching between our bodies to grab one of my breasts, squeezing it and pinching the nipple into a hard bud before dropping his mouth to it as he continued to thrust into me.

“Fuck!” I cried out, digging my nails into the back of his scalp to hold him to my breast as he sucked on it like he had my clit. “Don’t stop,” I moaned, ignoring the shame that tried to burn in my belly.

He rewarded me by sucking it deeper into his mouth and thrusting harder, pressing against my clit with more force on each down stroke as I panted in his arms.

“I want you to come for me.” He said, letting my nipple go to lean back over my face. “I need to feel your body convulsing around my cock, Little One.”

My eyes rolled in my head, and I dragged my nails down his shoulders as his words flew through my hazed brain like heat-seeking missiles, on their way through my body to the nerve receptors responsible for my orgasms. Because moments later, the switch flipped inside of me, and I exploded around him.