Chapter Four
644 Words
"L-look Look y-you can't listen, please. I am...." throwing her on the bed. He climbed over her shutting her startling by sealing his mouth with hers.
Drinking every detail about her. Printing every feature inside his mind. Afraid he would forget or leave an inch he won't devour.
Unhurriedly, every cloth was joining her sister on the ground. He was dying to feel her soft skin against his hard.
With one Swift smooth move. Ungently, He was inside her.
Her screams reached one block away.
She...she was..she was Virgin.
He was her first. That's why she was pushing away? What a douche bag he was. i***t.
"I am sorry." Showering her with kisses and apologies trying his best to get her mind away from the pain. He felt awful yet ...proud.
He doesn't do Virgins. He knew females tend to over-react over this thing. They attached pretty deep to the one who broke them. clinging more to him. Thus he prefers experienced ones more.
why he felt so proud and superior over being her first?
He felt her whimpers subsided. Unlike before gently he started to move gradually. They have the whole day, but he would never want her to hate her first time. Or hate his memory in the first place.
He was stunned when she found her pushing towards him. Ecstasy bursts up reaching its peak.
Increasingly, he thrust more inside her.
Slow pace. Hard thrust. She biting her lips wiping out her screams. He leaned down catching her lips with his tongue. "Moan for me baby, I worth your moans" as if she was waiting for his permission, crazy moans and cries was let out of her. He was sure she was the load type in bed. He knew she loved the dirty talk whispered in her ears.
It amazed him how he could read her like this. Like if this was nth time they make love not their first.
Usually, he was more prudent of his pleasure than his partner. Yet he wants her to love what they are doing. Nibbling her chest. Marking her soft spot. Biting her neck. He wants to eat her whole.
Possessively, he caught her up changing their missionary position to her straddling him. With her personality, he knew she would like him to slip her some control.
Catching her lips, he starts the mission of exploring her mouth. Coaxing, writhing, twisting with her tongue.
Their sweat droplets colliding together.
In rhythm, like their hearts, his torso meeting her core. With thick groans, he was forcing deep stabs more into her. He wanted her to reach her climax first. He knew she was near, by the scratches she made on his back, By the clenching and pressure done by her core on behalf of his stick which pushed him over his limits.
"Don't hold it, baby." ... "c*m for me. I want to feel your juice on my cock." Biting her ear lop she returned the favor by biting his shoulder trying to lessen her muffles.
This is doomsday. He is sure that God has opened the heaven gates already.
Spluttering his hot fluid, shot after shot inside her. If they were in the jungle, that would mean him marking her as his.
Softly, after they got down from heaven. He put her down on the bed. He wanted to pick a tissue to remove what slipped from her core because of him. But he decided not to. He craved for every milli of her to be imprinted as his own. Therefore, he left her to be.
She was depleted. Snuggling even more to him. His scent was soothing. She closed her eyes and rest her head on his chest. Sleepy, She flashed a smile to her baby-posture reaction. He needed to stay like this forever. He wished to stay like this forever.
Finally, he surrenders to The Sleeping Sultan. But he was sure his dreams would never be more fascinating than his reality.
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