Fer’ro isn’t going to hurt me.
“It’ll fit. We humans, we stretch.” I try to glance down him to see what I’m working with but I can’t see from this position. “Just be gentle, okay?”
Fer’ro tilts his chin to look up at me and it is almost as if his dark skin is glistening.
Adjusting his arms so that he’s holding my waist, he allows me to slide down him until our hips line up.
For a moment, uncertainty makes me hold my breath, but then he’s grabbing my legs and I’m positioned between them.
I can only reach up and wrap my arms around his neck.
He pauses there, holding me like that, my back pressed against the wall, my legs widened as they wrap around his torso, and Fer’ro looks down at me.
His gaze makes little shivers run across my skin.
We don’t need to speak.
We only need to feel.
I think I hear it.
That distinct sound of moist flesh moving against flesh and I stiffen a little.
With a gentle touch, Fer’ro raises a hand to clasp my cheek and I can only focus on him.
I don’t know what to expect, but the distinct feel of something hard and moist as it brushes over my inner lips has my mouth falling open as my eyes roll back a little.
It feels so good even though we haven’t even done anything yet.
Fer’ro groans, a rumble that vibrates through me, as his cock brushes over me again.
The tip comes to an apex, I can tell that just from the feel of it.
Maybe it’s not as big as he thinks—
With a deep thrum, Fer’ro finds my entrance and moves forward slowly.
His tip slides through my folds, piercing me as it makes way for the rest of him.
And I was wrong…
I was so fucking wrong.
I grip on to his neck, a cry leaving my lips as I feel the extent of his girth.
Thicker as it goes toward the base.
Way thicker.
There’s pain and he’s not even halfway in yet, but along with that pain there is so much pleasure.
The sensation is unbelievable.
I whimper his name as I hold on to him, my pussy clenching as it adjusts to this massive invasion, and it takes me a second to realize Fer’ro is not moving.
I glance up at him and in between the shocks of pleasure shooting from my center, I manage to process what I am seeing.
Fer’ro’s teeth are bared, his fangs visible and sharp in the dim light. His ridges are bunched up as he grits his teeth, and every muscle in his body is taut as he forces himself to hold still.
I don’t have to ask.
He’s doing this for me, so that he doesn’t hurt me.
But the last thing I want is for him to hold back.
This is…life.
I want to feel everything.
I want to experience it all.
I want to feel him.
Pulling myself upward, I whisper against his lips. “Fuck me, Fer’ro. Don’t hold back.”
A roar so loud it makes my ears ring fills the space as Fer’ro presses me into the wall behind me.
My lips fasten over his as he surges forward some more, filling me, stretching me as his cock invades me, sending rockets of pleasure from within.
Fer’ro pulls his hips back and with another growl, he surges forward again, filling me with one slow stroke.
Fuuuuck!
“Haaaaa…”
Fer’ro slides back slowly, and there’s another slow surge forward.
“Haaaa…”
And again.
And again.
Our bodies rock and surge against each other in unison and I find myself crying out his name against his lips.
It’s so wet. So fucking wet.
I can feel the mixture of our juices running down my thighs and I wonder if he’s cum.
But as he begins to pick up the pace, I know that can’t be possible.
My legs go weak and limp as Fer’ro takes us to the floor.
I’m on my back and he is above me, our bodies swaying as he fucks me slowly.
His gaze fastens on my breasts as they jerk with each thrust and his eyes become even more fiery, if that’s possible.
The moist sounds of our fucking is driving me on edge and my head tilts back as I give myself to him, my body jerking hard as he thrusts deep inside me.
I can’t see anything.
I don’t know if I’ve gone blind or if my eyes have rolled back completely in my head.
All I can do is feel…and when Fer’ro grasps my breast with one hand, right before his mouth closes over my nipple, all instinct, all senses, everything within me is lost.
I cry out as my body arches, a tidal wave rising and crashing within me.
The orgasm catches me off guard and my whole body jerks and shivers.
But Fer’ro doesn’t stop.
He is not done.
He growls against my breast as his thrusts pick up speed.
I’m being fucked out of my mind…
Now I get it.
Those women who I used to see do the walk of shame with their hair all messed up, their makeup history, and their clothes on backwards…this is what it feels like to be FUCKED.
“Fer’ro!” I scream as another orgasm crashes through me.
My pussy clenches around him and I hear him thrum hard.
And then he surges in me deep, pulling my hips toward him as he stiffens.
I only know he is coming because I can feel the pulses go through his cock from where we’re joined.
For a few moments, I am deleted from existence.
I am simply floating in an in-between as I stare up at the roof of Fer’ro’s quarters.
My vision is blurry but something blocks my view.
Him.
“Adee’ra,” he whispers, his voice still so coarse. “Adee’ra…”
Lava eyes search mine as I come back to reality.
He is backing away from me, his wide eyes on my body as he staggers backward.
My own eyes widen as I lean up on my elbows and my gaze falls to his crotch.
Fuck.
It’s bigger than I thought.
Big. Red. Veiny.
It has a thick dark line running down the underside of it and his spend is still dripping from his pointed tip.
I am shaken as I stare at it.
I can’t believe I just took all of that.
“Adee’ra…I am sorry.”
I blink at him, my gaze finally focusing on his face once more.
That’s not the sort of thing I expected to hear.
Sorry for what?
Sorry that he fucked me?
Disappointment starts to grow within me as my gaze meets his.
But he isn’t looking at me, per say. His eyes are moving over my body.
That’s when I finally look down at myself…and I pause.
My entire body is red, as if I had been rubbing myself against some hard carpet.
His ridges. The friction.
That’s what did this.
“Well, this is embarrassing.” I look like a tomato.
Not exactly what I’d call sexy.
I try to laugh it off with a low chuckle but Fer’ro is still staring at me as if he’d just committed some crime.
“It’s ok.” I rise into a sitting position fully. “It doesn’t hurt. You didn’t hurt me.”
He doesn’t look convinced in the least.
“It’s just how my skin is.”
“I was too rough.”
My gaze flicks back to his cock and I find myself staring again.
It jerks as I look at it and I find it hard to speak.
He wasn’t rough at all.
With that thing, he could have hurt me really, really bad.
“You didn’t hurt me. I enjoyed every second of it.”