Prologue
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"Please!" I begged him again.
"Samantha look at me and tell me what you want, baby," James demanded seductively.
"T-take me, now," I said as I looked straight into his eyes.
"f**k. Are you sure about this, baby?" he asked, but his eyes were full of unadulterated lust. I nodded and he kissed me hungrily again. Then he stood and took off the last piece of clothing that was covering him. I gasped and gulped when he freed his proud glory. It's so huge and thick. I blinked a lot in disbelief.
"Frightened now, baby?" Don't worry I will try my best not to hurt you so much," he promised and kissed me again. I got excited when he rubbed the head of his shaft against my bud.
"Ahhhh…. James…. Ohh... pleeaase…" I moaned out loud.
"If that's what you want," and he spread my legs and gently inserted his tip to my entrance. I gasped hard when I started to feel his length stretching me inside. And when he pushed further inside me, I couldn't help but to scream because the pain was too much to bear. He hasn't entered me fully, yet, it's already painful. He inched deeper until his entire length filled me to the brim. I felt tears shedding from my eyes. It was really painful that I cried.
"I'm sorry, baby, I never meant to hurt you. We can stop now if you c–"
"No! j-just go on," I cut him. He stared at me for a moment, then he captured my lips again for a full and passionate kiss. And like magic, the pain I was feeling eased a bit. He massaged my breasts as he started moving slowly on top of me. He left my lips and sucked my erected n*****s as he continued moving in and out of me gently. The pain slowly faded and was now completely replaced with pleasure when he started to pick up his pace. I moaned out loud again as he started to move faster and deeper.
"Oh God!" I moaned as I felt him hit a spot inside me over and over. I felt the familiar sensation building up inside me, again "I think, I'm c-coming," I said, almost breathless.
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