“But you’ve never tried it.”

“Well…you barely fit inside me as it is.”

I fit inside every woman I’d taken before. Melanie was no different. “I’ve never really made love to you if I haven’t made love to all of you. It will hurt, but it’ll get easier. I’ll be gentle and slow.”

Hesitation was still in her eyes.

“Then, one day, you’ll like it.”

Her blue eyes shifted back and forth as she looked into mine.

She had all the power in this situation, so if she said no, I’d remove my fingers and try again at a later time. But I hoped she would trust me enough to at least try.

“Is this a French thing?” she whispered.

“It’s common.”

“Okay…”

Shivers ran through my muscles before I started to thrust inside her once again, getting her to relax once more, to get back into the moment. Two fingers turned to three. Breaths turned to moans. Heat rose to the ceiling.

Soaked to the base, I pulled out my dick and removed my fingers.

Gently, I pressed, getting my crown inside.

She gave a slight cry as she grimaced.

I stopped, gave her a moment, and kept going.

She clawed her nails deep into my flesh, nearly puncturing the skin and drawing blood. She breathed harder as she took more, panting in pain as I slid inside, her skin tinting red. Tears formed in her eyes when I was halfway.

I paused as I looked down at her, more aroused than I’d ever been. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for. Tears shone in the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks as her lips panted with deep breaths. “Chérie, tell me to stop, and we stop.” I didn’t want to pull my dick out, not when it already felt right, not when I knew what we would have if she allowed it to happen. But I would—in a heartbeat.

“It’s okay…”

I moved farther inside, getting my dick sheathed to the base.

She breathed louder and harder, holding on to me, more tears coming.

Then I started to move, slow and easy, making love to her asshole as I watched her cry. “Chérie, tu es si belle…”

Fifteen

Magnus

Melanie

He seemed to understand how much it hurt because the next two days were filled with massages, kisses, and sexual fantasies just for me. He ate whipped cream and strawberries off my body before he made love to my pussy with his mouth. Sometimes he would have me sit on his face, and he would go for hours, making me feel good, doing things just for me since I’d done something just for him.

It made it worth it.