“Even better,” he said darkly, before thrusting deep into me, then he stilled.

A loud cry tore from my lips, echoing through the room as pain ripped through me. I had felt him tearing through my innocence. He was buried to the hilt, with his dick pulsing deep inside me, not moving.

My eyes blurred with tears, my watery orbs meeting his concerned gaze as he stayed motionless above me.

His hands slid down to circle my clitoris, rubbing on it slightly. The discomfort faded away slowly under his touch. Although the pain was still there, but now, it was tinged with a hint of pleasure. A shaky sigh escaped...