I let out a deep breath, feeling as though I had turned into a statue. Even Godfather remained still. I couldn't help but cry because it felt as if I were being torn apart inside.
Godfather kissed me on the lips again to calm me down. It seemed to work.
"It's alright, baby; it really just hurts at the start," he explained tenderly, kissing my eyes.
I managed to nod since Godfather wasn't moving. But just as I began to relax, he pushed inside again, and I let out a loud scream.
Godfather, meanwhile, cursed out loud. "s**t! You're so tight, baby, you're choking me. Dammit!" I heard Godfather mutter, but I couldn't understand anything.
"It hurts so much..." I complained, sobbing and shouting instead.
That was when I felt Godfather's weight and noticed him releasing his grip on my hands,
