Chapter 32 #3
I manage to drop my leg before he flips us over so I’m on top. His smirk is mischievous as his hands massage my hips, his crown still buried in my lower lips.
“Ride me, Verona. I want you to take this at your pace. If it hurts, stop. If you need something, ask for it. Will you be a good girl for me?”
Ugh. I think if he wasn’t already mine, that would clinch it.
I’ve always been told I wasn’t good enough.
It’s why I’d get so angry inside when my mother would pick on Rosa.
However, I have this rule where we both aren’t allowed to be pissed off.
If we are, the world will implode and burn. One of us has to have a cooler head.
It’s why I tried to play it off, even while I knew it was wrong. We were both trying to survive that awful house.
Taking a deep breath that makes my breasts sway, I nod.
“I’ll be the best girl,” I rasp, accepting his kiss as he sits up to give it to me.
Reaching for his cock, I push it back until it’s back at my entrance. It popped out when he flipped us. Ever so slowly, knowing it’s going to hurt, I hiss as I sink down on his shaft. His thumb moves to my clit, and I whimper for a different reason as embers of pleasure fill me.
“That’s it. Nice and slow, micina. You can do it. Fuck, you’re so wet and tight. You feel like heaven,” he groans.
Encouraged by his noises, I fight through the pain as I push myself past what I think I can take. It feels more intense as he fills me, and the bite of tears gets stronger.
“Shh. You’re okay.” Dario sits up, and I whimper as he slides in deeper. God, that almost feels good.
There’s no rip or moment to tell me that we’re past my virginity, only pain. This is bullshit. Men don’t have this, only women. It’s not fair.
“Stop pouting,” he chuckles. “Why does it look like you’re about to burn the patriarchy down?”
“Because I want to.”
“Well, if there’s a problem to solve, I’ll help you do it,” he says. His arms wrap around me, and his hand squeezes my ass. “I’m going to hold you, kiss your pretty lips, and you’ll move when you’re ready.”
His lips press against mine, and I moan as my hips lift and fall in shallow movements.
I’m able to work his cock inside of me slowly, knowing there’s no race here.
His arms continue to band around me, though his hands will shift.
Sometimes they’re in my hair while he devours my lips, and others his thumb is on my clit to encourage me along.
Before I know it, I’ve forgotten about the pain, and I’m moving easier.
My hips lift and fall with slow movements, and Dario and I groan into each other's mouths as we make out.
His hands tighten on my body when I suck on his tongue, and I gasp as his cock begins to hit places inside of me that I thought were myths.
People talk a lot of shit about sex, and it’s hard to know what’s real and what isn’t.
Every time I rise and fall, his cock slides along my walls. Nerve endings fire off in need and pleasure, and I moan as I feel my release building.
“Hold onto that, Verona. I want to come with you. Don’t go over without me.”
“Yes,” I whine. “Come with me. Get there.”
“Yes, micina. You’re the boss.”
His head drops back as I rock on his lap, this position feeling deeper than when he laid on his back. My body stiffens as I get closer, and I feel like a bow begging to be played. Dario’s neck muscles are tight as he grits his teeth, his hands beginning to help me up and down this shaft.
“Yes. Fuck. Goddamn, you’re so perfect,” he grunts. “Don’t stop.”
I keep up the pace, losing myself to the sensations until he kisses me again. It’s as if he needs this more than air, and he whispers, “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I promise.
Dario’s lips kiss down my neck, and I jerk in surprise when he bites down hard. My pussy clenches hard around his cock, causing him to groan as he begins to come. Grinding down on him, I use his pelvic bone to follow him as the pain continues to flood my system.
He holds me tightly as I gasp, still orgasming as my lock clamps around him for the first time ever. I’ve never locked anyone before, and he shudders as he cries out. We’re both a mess as we hold on for dear life, and my eyes are closed when he kisses my temple.
I can feel his awe of me, and my eyes open wide as I realize what he just did. It’s weaker than my bond with Rosa, but it’s a bond nevertheless.
“I didn’t think that would happen,” he whispers. “Sometimes, I need pain to come, whether I cause it or someone does it to me.”
“I’m not…mad,” I stutter, swallowing hard. “More shocked.”
“It’s a weak bond, but it’s there. It may not last long,” he rasps.
“Then I guess you can bite me again if it doesn’t,” I say resolutely, pulling back slightly to see his eyes. “I’m not mad. I swear it. I wasn’t expecting to feel someone else’s emotions other than Rosa’s. I was trying to figure out what it was. That’s all.”
“Okay,” he breathes. “Does it make me a shit if I’m happy about it?”
“Absolutely,” I lie.
He bursts out laughing, sensing the untruth and kisses me.
My first time wasn’t anything like I thought it would be. It was better.