Edith's POV:
He dragged his tongue along, blowing cool air against it and sending chills over my entire body. I jerked against his restraint of my arms, but he held me firmly in place.
"Relax, little bird," he whispered before taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it.
His hand touched my other breast, pinching the nipple harshly as he worshiped my right one with his tongue. The shock of pain compared to the wet pleasure of his mouth made me gasp. "Please, Master," I begged.
He slid his hand down from my breast to the hem of my panties and pulled them down from my legs. I was suddenly naked with a man I had met hours ago.
My apprehension disappeared the moment his finger touched me, sliding through me and exploring me. He groaned against my breast before releasing my nipple, moving his mouth to my lips again, and kissing me with a need I didn't know a man could possess.
His fingers were like magic, tormenting me, brushing against my clit before sinking lower and touching my entrance. He pulled his lips from mine, staring at my face and watching as he pressed one of his fingers inside me.
I bit my lip, the feeling uncomfortable but not particularly painful, totally lost to the way his stormy blue eyes watched me—to the feeling of him looking inside me and watching me unravel.
"You're so wet for me," he groaned, applying more pressure until he worked his finger inside me. His thumb pressed against my clit, leaving me full and burning alive with need. He pumped that treacherous finger in and out of me slowly, driving me higher and closer to the precipice of something I didn't know I was capable of ever reaching.
A second finger joined the first, pressing in and stretching me while I winced from the burn. He grinned down at me, touching his lips to the valley between my breasts and lowering himself between my thighs. His lips trailed a kiss over my stomach until he lay flat on his stomach and stared at the core of me.
I closed my legs instinctively, trying to push his head away.
"Don't interrupt me while I'm eating. Lay back and take it like my good fucking whore," he murmured, spreading my legs wide.
I bent my knees, letting them fall open softly and exposing myself even more to him.
He leaned forward to flatten his tongue against my clit, making circles around it. He groaned the moment his mouth touched me, echoing the moan that caught in my throat and made me arch my back. The heat of his mouth was addicting.
I gasped, writhing my hips up toward his face instinctively. He smiled into my clit the moment I grabbed his head, lost to what he built in me.
"Your moans are awakening the beast inside of me, little bird," he said, pumping two fingers inside my pussy along with his tongue, and I shattered beneath him. Arching my back and spasming around him, I tightened my legs around his head as I lost control of my body.
When I relaxed into a heap on the bed, fighting to catch my breath, he rose to his knees and then stood. Staring down at me, his fingers ripped at the buckle of his belt, and he took his pants and boxers off hastily.
My breath caught as I stared up at him. My legs closed on their own, even my vagina had the damn sense to know that wasn't going inside me.
He climbed back into the bed and parted my legs for him to settle between them again. "I don't think...."
"I'll go slow at first, I promise," he chuckled, reaching between us. He gripped himself, dragging his head through my lips, and I shivered in anticipation. It was so much bigger than his fingers had been.
"I'm clean, and I want you raw. Are you on any pill?" he asked, his voice thick with lust as his eyes searched mine.
"Yes," I nodded, biting my lip as I was on a pregnancy pill for my period cramps.
His expression softened slightly, but the hunger in his eyes didn't waver.
"My little bird, remember, I won't hold back," he nudged my entrance, and I gasped at the sensation. "I'm going to fill your tight little pussy with so much cum that you can feel it dripping down your thighs for days," he grunted out and pressed in.
I burned as he worked his way inside with shallow thrusts, whimpering from the pain. "Shh," he soothed me, reaching between us to touch my clit and add more pleasure to his possession.
It didn't ease the sting as he worked through my tender tissues, but it somehow combined with the pleasure. "Fuck... You're so tight," he groaned as he pressed deeper, his hips finally connecting with my body to signal that he'd somehow fit inside me.
Then he kissed me, a rough possession that contrasted with the slow way he retracted his hips and slid back inside me. Testing. Teasing.
As he pushed deeper, inch by inch, the stretch made me whimper, but I didn't want him to stop. When the sharp pain of losing my virginity faded to a hollow ache, my nails dug into his bare back, driving him harder and deeper. He moaned into my mouth, giving me what I asked for.
My body was on fire, every nerve alive with the sensation of him inside me. It horrified me to like it.
He took me in slow, hard drives as I wrapped my legs around his waist and opened myself to him further. His hand slipped out from between us, abandoning my clit to get deeper inside me.
I felt him everywhere.
His lips left mine, one of his hands supporting him on the bed and the other wrapping around the back of my neck to hold me still while his thrusts turned punishing, and he drew a gasp from me with every single one.
He was right, there was nothing gentle about this man, but I was loving every second of his dominance and roughness.
I grabbed the back of his head, holding him tight to me as he fucked me. With his eyes on mine, staring straight into me, there was nothing but him.
"Fuck," he groaned through gritted teeth. "Fucking come, whore," he ordered, grinding his pubic bone against me with a roll of his hips.
I did, convulsing around him as my vision went white, and his deep groans filled my ears as his thrusts turned unpredictable and wild. He fucked me like he hated me. Until his length twitched inside me while he exploded into his own climax, filling me with his seed.
I fought for breath, my lungs heaving underneath him where he'd collapsed on top of me. As I stared at the ceiling, he kissed my cheek, reality intruding as I came back down from the high of orgasms.
The next second, he pulled away, just long enough to grab my hand. His fingers found my purity ring, sliding it off my finger with deliberate care. The cold metal left a fleeting chill as he tossed it onto the nightstand.
"My ring!" I exclaimed in surprise, the panic in my voice cutting through the haze of desire as I realized I couldn't lose it.
I opened my mouth to protest, but his gaze locked onto mine, dark and unyielding.
"It gets on my nerves watching you wear that stupid purity ring while I'm fucking the hell out of you. So, pick it up later," he growled, flipping me onto my chest, silencing any words before they could leave my lips.
My breath hitched as I pressed against the sheets, the cool fabric contrasting with the heat of his body behind me.
"My whore, I'm sure neither of us will be content with just once," he whispered near my ear. He didn't give me time to think, to process his words, as he drove back into me with a force that made my fingers clutch at the bedding. The intensity of it all left me gasping, every thrust sending shockwaves through my body.
My body was his to command, every movement dictated by the force of his desire. The ring, forgotten on the nightstand, was the last thing on my mind as I surrendered to the storm inside me, unable to do anything but hold on and let him take me the whole night.
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