32 - She’s Mine
Cillian
“That’s my good f*****g girl,” I whispered, kissing her sweet neck and inhaling the rich vanilla scent. “Relax and take deep breaths.”
Emma tried to relax, exhaling slowly, and I leaned back to watch the perfect sight of her dripping p***y and the pink star above it. I touched it with my gloved finger, rubbing the lube around and letting her lean into the touch before dipping it inside.
Fuck. She was tight.
“Relax, Doll,” I ordered her, her tight ring squeezing on my knuckle as I slowly teased her virgin ass, noting the reaction on her face and body.
I didn’t want to hurt her. I’d never hurt her. Especially when it came to pleasure.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, my voice breathy when she started making sweet, tiny whimpers from her mouth.
“Yes,
