“Oh my god!” I realize it’s not just possible, but it’s happening.
The second orgasm rips through my body and merges with the first, taking me into a new realm of euphoria. It’s beautiful. I jerk on the bed, but Bram doesn’t let me move. He forces me to experience every drop of pleasure that is possible for my body to endure. I feel myself descending from the peak, and before I can crash, I’m carried back up—another orgasm—then a chain reaction as more follow it.
I’m shattered, but it feels amazing. I can’t even speak. My breath gets trapped in my throat, and I realize Bram was right. I would beg to breathe if I could remember how. Time seems to slow down and speed up simultaneously. It accelerates when I come down for my final descent. I crash so hard it knocks the wind out of me for a second. The world feels like it is spinning, but that’s all in my head.
“Fuck…” That’s the only word I can utter as Bram’s tongue finally comes to a stop.
It’s only the beginning. Bram lifts up between my thighs and starts to remove his shirt. I wish I could help, but I’m too weak. All I can do is drink the sight of him as he undresses. He has a powerful frame with muscles that are covered in gorgeous ink. The sight of him without his shirt makes my pussy tingle with newfound desire. In my imagination, he had an impressive physique, but the reality is even better. I want him. So fucking bad. I can see the same need burning his dark, piercing eyes.
“Your pretty little pussy is going to come for me again,” he says, almost as if it is a beautiful threat.
“I know.” I bite down on my bottom lip and force my tired lips to smile. “It’s ready for you—I’m ready for you.”
“Yes, you are.” Bram rubs the entrance of my pussy and then reaches for his belt.
Bram pulls at his buckle and removes the belt from the loops. It falls to the floor, and he unfastens his pants. My pussy gets wetter as the anticipation mounts—if it’s even possible for me to get wetter at this point. Bram slides his pants and boxers down at the same time, which allows his cock to fall free. It’s big, thick, and looks like it will hurt when it goes inside me.
I don’t care. Part of me that wants it to hurt.
“Now you’re going to find out what it truly means to be claimed.” Bram positions himself between my thighs and sinks his grip into them.
Bram’s cock slides between my pussy lips as he shifts his weight. The pain I expect comes when he enters me, and I’m stretched around his girth for the first time. It’s an ache I welcome, because it signifies the importance of our union. Will it last longer than one night? I don’t know. I hope it does. But that’s complicated, so all I can do is enjoy it for what it is—us. For tonight, at least.
I want to be his so bad.
“Keep going…” I exhale sharply and bite down on my tongue. “Don’t stop.”
“There’s no need to rush.” He leans forward. “You’re so fucking tight, but I’m going to make it feel good before I’m done.”
Emotionally, it already does. I can handle the physical discomfort. Bram begins to push deeper, and I feel him against my hymen. It’s just a thin piece of skin, but when he breaks it, I feel a sense of liberation. A stinging sensation follows, and he goes deeper. The weakness from my previous orgasms begins to wear off. I lift my arms and trace his muscles, letting my fingers slowly drift down to his perfectly cut abdomen. I can feel them flex when he thrusts himself into me.
“You feel so fucking good.” He lets out a gasp when he goes deeper.
“Everything feels good right now,” I whimper with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I mean that. It hurts, but the experience means more. He’ll always be my first, and that’s everything.
Bram gives me a few slow thrusts, followed by a faster one. I can feel every inch as his length penetrates me. The pain finally begins to subside. There is a trace, but the intensity is gone. He senses it too—maybe he sees the pleasure as it begins to burn in my eyes. I certainly see it in his. I want all of him. I don’t want him to hold back.
“Please…” I force out a moan. “I want to feel it.”
“You will.” He gasps and pulls the head of his cock back to the entrance of my pussy—then he drives it in fast.
“Oh god.” The aftershock echoes in my soul.
Bram gives me a few more of those thrusts until his entire length is buried inside my pussy. There is more pleasure than pain. It’s starting to feel really good, and better after every thrust. I beg for them with my eyes when my lips tremble too much to say the words out loud. His dick begins to throb. A shudder runs through his body, and I feel it inside mine. We’re both trapped in ecstasy.
“Yes,” I moan louder. “Fuck me, Bram…”
I’ve said those words before, when I was alone, and my finger was the only thing I had to get myself off. Now they’re real. I’m saying them to the one man I always wanted to hear them.
He responds with a growl and a nod of his head. I see the burning need in his eyes ignite into something else—something almost primal.
He drives his cock into me. A few quick thrusts make my body tingle, and I feel my g-spot bloom for the first time ever. It’s always been there, waiting for him. It was a laugh and a joke between
