Chapter 15 #3
The size of my dick had intimidated more than a few girls at Caz’s sex club, but fear never prevented them from crawling back for more.
Veins bulged thick with hellfire pulsing relentlessly along the shaft, my knighthood’s power glowing beneath the surface.
Raw with energy, it warmed every cunt, ass, and mouth from the inside out.
Teasing myself with a squeeze, the upper curve of my palm dragged along a stack of ladder-like grooves on the underside of my rigid length. Each horizontal rung seemed to have its own level of sensitivity that sent jolts of pleasure straight into my balls.
I lined up the swollen head of my cock with her pretty pink hole, rubbing through her arousal to slick myself up.
“Ace, don’t you fuckin’ dare!” Her body already knew I was going in for the kill, tensing up at the unknown.
“Last chance, Genevieve. Who does your tight little pussy belong to?”
The innocent object of my desire shook her head, refusing to relax under the threat of my cock being the first to stretch her out.
Her teeth were pressed into her bottom lip, staring up at me with a combination of need and uncertainty. Gone was the unshakeable confidence she typically wore like a crown.
“There’s no way you can fit, Ace. Please.”
Size was her concern? I smirked and leaned over, kissing her so lightly it barely counted as contact at all. “Oh, don’t worry, Little Spade. You’re going to stretch perfectly around my cock, and you’ll never want to be without it again.”
Eve released a timid whimper as the tip of my dick applied more pressure at her entrance, and I lost it.
I should have held back, but my need to be inside of her overrode my control. All manner of ingrained discipline evaporated in a flash. In one motion, I thrust into her, her virgin walls forced to swallow me deep inside. I met temporary resistance from her hymen but plowed right through it.
The sound she made teetered between a shriek and a sharp gasp as I filled her pussy completely.
Despite the initial pain of first entry, she wrapped the rest of herself around me for comfort.
Her arms circled my neck as she pulled close, her nails sinking into my shoulders, which only enhanced my pleasure through shared pain.
Her face buried into the side of my neck, the heat of her ragged breaths melted against my skin.
A growl bearing the edge of my most primal form erupted through me, feeling how fucking tight she squeezed me like this.
My cock throbbed with an ache that demanded I rut into her mindlessly.
The torture of keeping myself still as her body acclimated was maddening.
But fuck, at least now she knew I was hers just as much as she was mine.
“Fucking say it, Eve,” I demanded as I ran a hand along the outside of her thigh until it met her hip. My voice trembled ever so slightly, betraying my fraying control.
When she refused to answer, I drew back, sliding my cock almost all the way out. This time, no barriers stood in my dick’s way when I plunged into her again.
A choked moan came out of her, drawing a satisfied grin across my face.
“You feel that? That’s my cock worshiping you. That’s your pussy telling you how much it enjoys being stretched around me,” I murmured into her hair as she clung to me.
My hips found a regular rhythm as I fucked the virginity out of my Little Spade. With every thrust of my dick, her moans grew from weak whimpers to sounds more consistent with growing pleasure.
“Fuck,” I rasped. I had fucked some asses that weren’t even this tight.
I brought a hand to the back of her neck, sliding my fingers up into her wild tresses that rivaled the color of Superbia’s sunsets. Pulling her head back away from my neck, I stared into her eyes, wet with unshed tears.
Sinking fully into her, my hips flush with hers, I paused. “What does my Little Spade want?” My nose brushed against hers as our breaths mingled between us.
She swallowed a breath down, struggling to find her voice past the last echo of a moan.
“You,” she managed to respond, her voice more air than sound.
Something inside me clawed against my ribs. This woman was going to make me blow my load before I had barely even gotten started.
This time when I spoke, the gravel in my tone softened to something unexpected that I didn’t have a name for.
“Relax your legs. Spread them wider for me,” I directed.
A second of hesitation passed before Eve obeyed, and her legs fell open further. It granted me the angle to sink a little deeper into her. The position placed pressure against the innermost part of her, my cock’s tapered head pressing against her cervix.
Her lips parted in a perfect “o” as her head fell back.
“That’s a good girl, letting my cock make you feel good by taking every inch of me.” Another shallow thrust nudged at that sensitive spot again, prompting a blissful moan out of her mouth.
There she was. Learning not just how to take me but how to embrace the pleasure too.
“Who owns your tight pussy, Eve? Fucking say the name.”
A sharper thrust this time, emphasizing my dwindling patience.
With half-lidded eyes, she looked up at me with an expression that I’d never forget for the rest of eternity.
“You do. You own my pussy, Ace.”
The admission barely finished leaving her lips before I crashed mine down on hers. Hunger and desire combined into something insatiable as I devoured her.
Next lesson?
Knights of Hell don’t just fuck, they conquer.