POV: Alaric
"I love the way you moan my name." I leaned down and took her lips in mine, sucking and biting on them as I thrust further and further, cursing under my breath.
Fuck. She was tight—too tight—but I wasn't going to stop until more than half my length was buried inside her.
She whimpered, but it didn't go past my mouth.
"I want you to feel every inch of me inside you, baby," I said as I tried pushing deeper into her small hole, but her body shook violently, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
Fuck.
She was way too small.
But I was patient. She'd adjust. We still had forever together.
I began to slide in and out of her extreme wetness, the slick heat of her core felt like silken gloves, and it burned against my cock. She was so wet, so soft, it was almost obscene.
How could someone be this wet and slippery? Totally sweet and intoxicating.
Her walls held my rigid length tightly, making it almost impossible to move freely.
