Page 66 of Sexting the Pakhan

“I know.”

I reach for the drawer, tear open a condom, and roll it on with less patience than I should have. Then I settle between her thighs again.

The first press of my cock against her entrance makes her whole body tense.

I pause. Her eyes are on mine, wide but not afraid.

“Tell me,” I say.

“I want it.”

“Tell me if it hurts.”

“I will.”

I push in. Slow.

The head of my cock enters her, and the tight heat of her pussy closes around me so perfectly that for a moment I cannot move. She gasps, nails biting into my shoulders, her body trying to stretch around me.

“Okay?” I ask.

She nods in response.

I stay still.

Her hands slide from my shoulders to the back of my neck. “I’m okay.”

I give her another inch. Her mouth falls open.

“You’re so tight,” I say, because I can’t keep it in.

She makes a helpless sound and wraps her legs around me as if to pull me closer and stop me at the same time.

I push deeper, inch by inch, until I’m halfway inside her and already losing my mind.

Her pussy is wet enough to take me, tight enough to make me feel every movement. I watch her face as I fill her, watch the way pleasure and shock trade places, the way she clings to me harder the deeper I go.

When I finally sink in fully, she cries out and buries her face against my neck.

I still completely. My cock is buried to the base inside her. Her body is hot and soft under mine, her pussy fluttering around me in little helpless pulses that make my jaw clench.

“Fuck,” I breathe.

She laughs weakly against my throat. “That sounds promising.”

I pull back enough to look at her.

Even now, she has that mouth.

I grip her thigh and hook it higher around my waist. “Careful.”

“No,” she whispers, eyes half-drunk on pleasure. “You keep saying that.”

I begin to move. The first thrust is slow, because I need to know how she takes me.

She takes me beautifully.

Her eyes close. Her breasts lift under my shirt. Her pussy grips my cock like it doesn’t want to let me go.