“You tell me if it’s too much for you, Zara,” he says, caressing my face, settling between my legs. “It’s been so long since you’ve been with a man, so we need to take it slow, and you tell me if it hurts. We stop if you say so.”
“OK,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
“You should, baby. All I want is to make you feel good.”
“I know,” I say, and I do actually know that. “And you do make me feel good, Locke. Better than I ever have.”
“Then let’s see how much better I can make you feel… what do you say?”
“I say yes.” I arch against him, feel his thick, hard c**k press against my cunt. “Yes, please.”
He takes that massive c**k in his hand, notches that broad head against my p***y entrance and pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by inch while his hand cradles the back of my head, watching my fa
