Hurt

"God, you're so tight," he growled. She whimpered, attempting to arch her hips to coax him in, but he held all the power. Frustration gnawed at her.

"It might hurt," he warned, his tongue still circling her sensitive breast.

"I don't care!" she protested, gripping his hair tighter. He groaned at the sensation and lifted his face to hers, kissing her fiercely, his tongue dancing with hers while he tantalizingly teased her with the head of his cock at her entrance.

"Please..." she whimpered, writhing beneath him.

His fingers tangled in her hair, gently cradling her head as he looked at her with intense desire.

She closed her eyes.

"Keep them open," he demanded huskily.

She obeyed, meeting his gaze.

With his other hand still around himself, he pushed his hips forward again. Once more, he encountered resistance. She could feel herself stretching, eager to accommodate him.