2. Matt #2
I slide my hand down her stomach, over the soft curve of her belly, and cup her cunt. She's scorching hot, slick and swollen, and she cries out when I press my palm against her.
"Fuck, Mira. You're drenched."
"I know, I—oh God?—"
I rub her clit with my thumb, slow circles, and her hips buck. She's so sensitive, so fucking responsive. I could make her come like this in seconds.
But I need to hear her say it first.
I pull off her nipple, milk dripping from my lips, and grip her jaw. Force her to look at me.
"If I take you, there's no going back." My voice comes out rough, barely controlled. "You understand that? Once I'm inside you, you're mine."
Her eyes are wild, pupils blown so wide they're almost black.
"Yes." She nods frantically. "Yes, I want it, I want you, but?—"
She bites her lip, and I see fear flash across her face. Real fear.
"What?"
"I'm a virgin." Her voice cracks. "And I'm fertile right now. Like, really fertile. If you come inside me, I might—I'll probably get pregnant."
My cock pulses so hard it hurts.
"Good."
Her eyes go wide. "What?"
"You heard me." I lean in, lips brushing hers. "You think that's gonna stop me? Knowing I could knock you up right now?"
"Matt—"
"Makes it better." I growl the words against her mouth. "Knowing my cum could take root in you. Knowing you'd swell up with my baby."
She gasps, and I feel her cunt clench against my palm.
"That turn you on?" I rub her clit harder, and she whimpers. "The idea of me breeding you? Filling you up until you're dripping?"
"Yes." The word bursts out of her, desperate and raw. "Yes, God, yes?—"
I kiss her again, brutal and claiming, and she opens for me. Gives me everything. Her tongue, her mouth, her gasps and moans.
Mine.
I work two fingers into her cunt, and she's so tight I can barely move. Her walls clamp down, hot and slick, and she cries into my mouth.
"Fuck, you're tight."
"I told you—" She gasps as I pump my fingers slowly. "Virgin?—"
"Not for long."
I pull back, breathing hard, and Mira whimpers at the loss.
"Wait here."
Her eyes go wide. "What?—"
I don't answer. Just step back and yank my shirt over my head. The cotton hits the floor, and I watch her gaze drop to my chest. To the ink covering my arms and shoulders, the scars scattered across my ribs.
Her lips part.
"Matt—"
I unbuckle my belt, slow and deliberate. The leather slides free with a hiss, and her breath catches. I pop the button on my jeans, drag the zipper down, and shove them to my ankles. Kick them off along with my boots.
Now I'm just in my boxers, cock straining against the fabric, and her stare burns into me.
"You're staring."
Her cheeks flame red, and she jerks her gaze up to my face. "I'm not?—"
"Yes, you are." I hook my thumbs into my boxers. "And you're about to see a lot more."
I shove them down, and my cock springs free. Thick and hard, head flushed dark, already leaking.
Mira's eyes go huge.
"Oh my God."
I can't help the smirk that pulls at my mouth. "Problem?"
"You're—" She swallows hard, gaze locked on my cock. "You're really big."
"Yeah."
"Like, really, really big."
"Mira." I step closer, and her thighs press together. "Eyes up here."
She drags her stare up to my face, slow and dazed, and I see the fear mixed with hunger. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my cock pulses.
"I don't know if—" She bites her lip. "If that's gonna fit."
"It'll fit." I grip her thighs, spread them wide again, and she gasps. "You're soaked, remember? Your body's ready for me."
"But I'm a virgin." Her voice wavers. "And you're so?—"
"Big?" I lean in, nose brushing hers. "Thick?"
"Yes." She nods frantically. "Both. All of it."
I slide my hand between her thighs again, fingers finding her cunt, and she's still dripping. Still swollen and hot. I circle her clit, and she moans.
"Your body wants this." I push two fingers into her again, and she clenches around me. "Wants me. You feel that?"
"Yes—"
"Then stop worrying." I pump my fingers slow, stretching her, and she gasps. "I'll make it good for you. Promise."
Her eyes search mine, wild and desperate, and I see the moment she surrenders. Shoulders drop, thighs fall open wider, and she nods.
"Okay."
"Okay?" I curl my fingers inside her, and she cries out. "You sure?"
"Yes." She grips my shoulders, nails digging in. "Yes, I want it, I want you?—"
"Good." I pull my fingers free and grip my cock, line it up with her entrance. "Because you started this, Mira. You invited me to stay. You begged me to help you."
Her breath hitches.
"And now you're gonna get exactly what you asked for." I press the head of my cock against her, and she's so hot and slick I almost lose it. "You're gonna take every inch of me. Gonna let me fill you up. Understand?"
"Yes." Her voice cracks. "Yes, Matt, please?—"
I grip her hip with my free hand, hold her still, and start to push in.
She's so tight I can barely breathe.
I push into her, slow, and her face twists. Pain flashes across her features—eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry—and I freeze.
"Mira—"
"Don't stop." Her nails bite into my shoulders. "Please don't stop."
I lean down and crush my mouth to hers. Swallow her whimper as I sink deeper, stretching her around my cock. She tastes like need and desperation, and I lick into her mouth, tongue stroking hers until she softens.
Her walls pulse around me, burning hot, clenching so tight it borders on pain. I hold still, buried halfway, giving her time to adjust.
"Breathe." I break the kiss, panting against her lips. "Just breathe through it."
She nods, trembling, and I feel her force air into her lungs. Once. Twice. Her body starts to relax, walls loosening just enough, and I push in another inch.
She gasps, head falling back against the mirror.
"That's it." I grip her hip harder, thumb rubbing circles into her skin. "You're doing so good. Taking me so well."
"Matt—" Her voice breaks. "You're so big, I?—"
"I know." I rock forward, slow and steady, until I'm buried to the hilt. "Fuck, I know."
Her cunt grips me like a vice, slick and scorching, and I have to lock my jaw to keep from coming right then. She's perfect. Tight and wet and mine.
I pull back an inch and thrust forward, gentle, testing. She moans, and I do it again. And again. Each stroke easier than the last as her body opens for me.
"How's that feel?" I grind out.
"Good." She gasps, eyes flying open. "Really good."
I pick up the pace, hips snapping forward, and she cries out. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, milk beading at her nipples before spilling down her skin. I watch it trail over her curves, pool in her navel, and my cock throbs.
"Look at you." I lean down, lick a path up her breast, catching the milk on my tongue. "Leaking everywhere. Making such a mess."
"I can't—" She arches into me, gasping. "Can't help it?—"