It hurt.
It hurt like crazy.
Like someone took a razor and tore me open. That's how bad it hurt me.
And just like I had asked him to, he said sweet things to me, he waited some seconds as I held in to him in pain and with a little tear in one eye and her kissed my entire face tender while whispering kind words to me and stroking my side.
But then he began to move again and the pain hit me once more and both my eyes were filled with tears and I sobbed, but the further he thrust, the more the sounds leaving my mouth no more resembled sobs.
The as the sounds escaping my mouth changed so did the pain. The pain slowly began to morph into something sensational until I could no longer focus on the pain.
Now, he's on his knees, and he's holding one of legs up close to his waist while using his other hand to press down my other leg, spreading me wide open for him.
