Moving down, his mouth continues teasing both my breasts. My back arches. My hands travel his shoulders and his back. My short nails digging in occasionally when his hips push into mine. His mouth finds mine, again kissing. Little bites on my lips excite me even more. When my hand meets the material of his boxers, I try pushing them off, but I just can't reach because he’s too tall. I lift my leg up to use my toes to push them down. The new angle makes us both groan. “Off,” comes my breathless command.

His answering chuckle warms my belly. Masen pushes forward in a slow rocking motion with his hips. “Tell me what you need, baby.” he speaks in my ear. His hot breath hits my neck, and I shiver on contact.

“You, Masen. I need you, please.” The please comes out as a beg that he must approve of because his shorts are gone in an instant. When I feel his cock on my bare skin, I whine in frustration. I need more.

Pulling back and sitting on his heels, he takes his cock in his hand sliding all the way down and back up squeezing a bit at the tip. “You sure you’re ready, Little One?” he asks.

I know this will hurt, by the size of him it’ll hurt a lot, but I’m so ready. I don’t even care. I nod my head and bite my bottom lip. “Yes,” I utter.

Leaning back down, he’s still holding himself as he pushes the head near my opening. “So wet for me, baby,” he mutters as he drags his tip up to my clit, slowly stroking up and down over my most sensitive area. The head is so wide and firm but velvety soft. I only last about two minutes before I’m twisting the bed sheets crying out through my climax. Masen enters me while I’m still orgasming. There’s a burning pressure that steals my breath. He whispers sweet words while slowly pushing into me. Telling me how beautiful I am, that I was made for him, how good I feel around him. The burn intensifies as he pushes deeper. I bury my face into his neck, and he sinks all the way into me. A few tears escape that he kisses away. Masen’s body stills, only his hands and mouth working. He kisses me deeply. His fingers run through my hair, then down my body, brushing across my still sensitive nipples. My body starts to heat again remembering how he made me feel minutes ago. The pain no longer sharp, I’m able to relax. The tension in my muscles melts, easing the burn and leaving me feeling something I can only describe as full.

Masen continues playing with my breast with one hand but moves his other to where we are joined. His fingers stroking me, my hips lift toward him. He groans loudly, and I love the sound. The hand at my breast moves to the outside of my shoulder holding him up. He pulls back slowly and re-enters on a hiss. His filthy mouth starts again as he begins making love to me.