I didn’t expect him to ask that because it didn’t seem important. Whether I really wanted him or not, he shouldn’t care. He’d bought me to enjoy. Like he said, I was just a toy he used for his own amusement.
I guided his hand to my body, pressing his fingers against the slickness oozing from between my legs. “You can’t tell?”
He pressed his forehead against mine and released a quiet moan, the sound coming from deep within his throat. His fingers dug into me harder, practically bruising the skin with his enthusiasm.
I rose above him and then grabbed him by the shaft. It was the first time I’d ever pressed him into me, the first time I’d actually initiated the act of sex. I felt his crown push against my entrance, getting smeared in my lubrication.
He moaned the second he felt me, his eye locked on to mine.
I slowly sank down, inching him deeper inside me as I lowered myself toward his waist. Even though my body had finally been broken in, he was simply too large for my petiteness. It was difficult to get him inside, so I had to take it slow, moving inch by inch. When he was halfway inside, I moaned at his intrusion. He took up all of me. If he were any bigger, this just wouldn’t work.
He grabbed my hips and directed me the rest of the way down, slowly guiding me until he was balls deep inside me. “Fucking perfect.” He was eye level with me as he rested his back against the headboard. He grabbed the fabric bunched around my waist and pulled it over my head so he could palm my tits with his big hands. Aggressively, he squeezed them. When he flicked his thumb over the nipple, he did it roughly, making me pebble and ache. “Fuck me, Muse.” He moved his hands to my ass and pulled me up, providing guidance since I’d never done this before. He arched my back as he pulled me forward. When he pushed back, he had my back bend in a different direction.
The result was an incredible stimulation of my clit against his pelvic bone. The thickness of his cock set my nerves on fire, and I felt full of him in every way imaginable. I moved slowly because I could barely handle how good it felt. This beautiful man was pleasing me, when I was the one trying to please him.
He closed his eyes and sighed under his breath. “Muse…” He guided me up and down slowly, as if any increase in pace would ruin him. His fingers dug into my ass every time he yanked on me. His chest expanded with the deep breaths he took, and his jaw clenched tighter than ever before. That concentrated expression stretched across his face, similar to the one he wore when he was focused on creating something. But this expression was a million times more intense.
Just that would make me come. “Conway…”
He wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me into him for a kiss. He kissed me slowly as he moved his hips into me, his big cock slowly sliding in and out of my body. One hand stayed on my ass while the other gripped my neck.
His kiss was always my undoing. I loved feeling his breath enter my lungs. I loved feeling his fingertips press directly into my neck. His kisses were always purposeful, as if he were trying to enjoy every single exchange of our lips. I felt like the only woman in his life when we were together like this. He never kissed anyone, but he made an exception for me. That made me feel special.
My lips began to tremble, and my nails dug into his shoulders. “You’re going to make me come…” It was the first time I didn’t try to fight it. Now, I waited anxiously for it, knowing it was going to be a cosmic explosion. My breath came out shaky, and my body tightened in preparation. His cock was hitting me in the perfect spot, grinding up against my walls in the most stimulating way.
He kissed the corner of my mouth and breathed with me. “I’ll always make you come, Muse.” He guided my hips up and down as he thrust into me, increasing the pace and making us both sweat.
I hit the finish line and came all over him, screaming in his face and digging my nails into his flesh. “Conway…” My pussy tightened around his length, squeezing him with crushing force. The climax was better than any other I’d experienced, probably because I wanted this one.
“Fuck…come all over my dick.”
I felt the pool of moisture slather his dick once my pussy finally stopped contracting. I clung to him harder as I finished the remaining high, hugging him with unexpected tightness. I buried my face in his neck because I didn’t know what else to do. Overcome with the sensation wreaking havoc inside me, I was a prisoner to everything I was feeling.