"She was wrong for me on so many levels. For one, she belonged to another, and could never be mine. But even I, was powerless in the face of raw seduction and fiery heated encounters..." Quillon Ivante.
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"It's a truth universally acknowledged t...
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“It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it.” – Tom Hanks, Sleepless In Seattle ____________________________________
NICCOLE'S POV
"Tell me what you want, baby," he urges, circling his fingers inside me. "My fingers? My mouth? My cock?" he gripped the base of his shaft with his free hand and I was momentarily blindsided, enthralled by the sexy image he presented. "Tell me."
"Please," I breathed, my throat suddenly dry. "Inside. I need you inside...need you inside."
He claps my thighs. "put your legs around my waist," he orders in a raspy voice, and I did.
He slowly guides himself to my entrance, and I hold my breath, anticipation building inside me
The tip of his cock breaches my entrance. "I'm going to fuck you now" he grounds out as if in pain
Yes, yes, yes...
And suddenly, he thrusts all of himself into me in one smooth motion and I scream out, nothing could have prepared me for the unbridled amount of pleasure...pain...fuck, pleasure... I felt stretched, my cunt not used to such a size, yet this same size had fitted into me yesterday as well. I literally felt him stretching me out. My walls were gripping him, milking him for all he was worth, it was a new sensation.
He lay still, waiting for me to get used to his size.
"Are you okay? Is this too much? You want me to stop?" I hear the concern etched in his voice, and it broke me. This strong man, who was rock-hard and buried inside me, would have easily pulled out if I told him to stop or even gave any hint that I was in pain
"You're crazy," I breathed, tightening my legs around his waist, to urge him on instead. Not stop him.
His concern faded into total rapture. "Only when it comes to you." He withdrew completely, before plunging back into me again even more forcefully.
I lost all use of my bones, it was unexplainable. I couldn't have stood up and walked away if I even wanted to, not that I wanted to. My body felt like it was no longer mine. It was on fire, burning for just one man, like it had found a new master, surrendered and succumbed to him. Like it was no longer under my control. And really, it wasn't, I note, as he so blatantly tore out another scream from me. Ohhhh...fuck! With nothing else I could do, I began undulating against him, with each powerful, searing thrust of his. The pleasure becoming more and more unbearable with every thrust, as it felt as if my whole body was turning into a messy liquid pool of desire.
"Niccole," he growls out, sliding a hand under my knee and hooking my leg over his arm so that I was fully open to him.
"Who's doing this to you? Who's making love to you?"
