Deflowered

Completely at the end of her rope, she was just waiting for this moment of release. She got on her knees while he positioned himself behind her, feeling his penis settle into position. He played for a moment, running his head through the crack of her sex. She couldn't take it anymore, she moaned in despair.

• Please, please, you're killing me.
• I love it when you beg me.

Gently, now with a slow penetration, he touched Emma's hymen with his penis, gradually increasing the frustrating pressure.

A shaky breath escaped Emma's lips, her fingers clenched in the sheets as Armand pushed into her, millimeter by millimeter, the exquisite burn of the impending tear making her shudder.

Emma felt a wave of fire spread throughout her body as Armand finally broke her virginity with a slow but relentless thrust. A strangled cry escaped her, a mixture of pleasure and pain, as his nails tore at the sheets.

"Breathe, my dear," he murmured against the back of her neck, his hands gripping her hips to steady her as a trickle of blood trickled between their joined bodies.

She gasped, every inch of her flesh vibrating under his possession.

• Ready for more, shall I continue?

Emma swallowed and nodded, Armand slowly continued his advance, his ebony cock completely filling Emma's vagina.

• Hmm, you're so tight, you're gripping my cock so tightly. Breathe, I'll continue until I reach the bottom.

Emma felt Armand's member reach the forbidden depths of her womb, each inch gained triggering a wave of conflicting sensations within her—the sharp pain of the tearing mingling with an intoxicating fullness. Her nails dug into the mattress as, finally, their hips met in burning contact.

"Breathe..." Armand repeated hoarsely, his hands running over the quivering curves of her back.

He paused, savoring the moment when his sexual blade pierced her completely for the first time.

I'm going to move in and out of you, slowly at first. Tell me when I can increase the pace.

"Breathe, my beauty," he murmured against the back of her neck, his hands gripping her hips to hold her still as a trickle of blood pooled between their joined bodies.

She gasped, every inch of her flesh pulsing under his possession.

Ready for more, shall I continue?

Emma swallowed and nodded. Armand slowly continued his advance, his ebony cock completely filling Emma's vagina.

• Hmm, you're so tight, you're gripping my cock so tightly, breathe, I'll keep going until I reach the bottom.

Emma felt Armand's member reach the forbidden depths of her womb, each inch gained triggering a wave of conflicting sensations within her; the sharp pain of the tearing mingling with an intoxicating fullness. Her nails dug into the mattress when, finally, their hips met in a burning contact.

"Breathe..." Armand repeated hoarsely, his hands running over the quivering curves of her back.

He stopped, savoring the moment when his sexual sword completely cut through her for the first time.

• I'm going to move in and out of you, slowly at first. Let me know when I can increase the pace.

His voice, raspy and thick with desire, resonated against Emma's damp neck. She felt the first movement, a slow retreat of his cock, each millimeter of friction against her hypersensitive walls drawing a shuddering moan from her.

Emma gasped sharply as Armand withdrew almost completely, leaving her pressed against him by a burning, empty heat, before thrusting back into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that took her breath away. Her spine arched, a moan escaping her lips as his size stretched her again, the sliding friction of his cock against her tender walls lifting her spirits.

"There... right there..." she sobbed, her thighs trembling as he pushed deeper, the thick ridge of his shaft rubbing a spot that made her toes curl into the sheets.

• Faster… oh yes, I… I…

Emma's plea turned into a breathless moan as Armand complied, his hips thrusting with a **** that drove her deeper into the mattress. The slapping of skin against skin filled the room, each thrust pushing her higher, her body tightening around him like a vice. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist, holding her steady as he penetrated her, the friction sending jolts of burning pleasure up her spine.

"That's it, squeeze me…" he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He stopped pinching her, he went wild. Emma was nearly knocked out.

Her breath caught under the brutal ****, each thrust of Armand's hips pinning her deeper into the rumpled sheets. Her fingers clutched desperately at his muscular shoulders, her nails digging red marks into her skin as he pounded relentlessly into her. Emma was overwhelmed by this situation.

Emma's body went limp, her breathing coming in gasps and unevenly as the aftershocks of her orgasm still shuddered inside her. Armand's weight pressing her against the mattress was both crushing and comforting, his own release leaving him momentarily immobile, his forehead resting against her collarbone as he struggled to steady his breathing. She could feel the smooth warmth of him inside her, the slow, involuntary pulses of his body as he softened, still buried deep inside her.