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But I just let her set her own pace, knowing she needs this to get over her fear.

She props her knees on the mattress as she pushes herself forward. Taking my cock in her hand, she raises herself over me, positioning the head at her entrance.

"You're in charge," I assure her once more.

Nodding at me, she lowers herself slightly, and I watch mesmerized how her folds engulf my cock. The feel of her wet, warm walls immediately hits me like a bullet to the chest, and it takes everything in me to control myself. Especially as she's still so wary, even now closing her eyes, her lower lip trembling as she accepts me into her body.

The moment I'm one inch inside she stops, a gasp escaping her lips. She braces her arms on my chest, holding herself still.

"Does it hurt?" I ask immediately, worried.

I'd tried my best to get her off as many times as possible to ensure she'd be slick and dripping, enough to take me in without issue. But I know my size, and even if she weren't still basically a virgin she'd have trouble fitting me inside of her.

I raise my hand to her face, caressing her cheek with my knuckles.

She bites her lip, her eyes on me as she slowly shakes her head.

"I feel you stretching me," she says, lowering herself another inch. Mouth parted, a moan makes it past her lips as her eyes flutter closed—this time in pleasure, not trepidation. "It feels so good," she whimpers, and I finally relax, leaning back and letting her go at her own pace.

"You're so thick and..." She trails off, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips as she seems to be at a loss of words. She looks so fucking sexy, like a wet dream come true, the sheen of perspiration on her body arousing me further as I can't help but imagine her entirely covered in my cum.

Her hands are resting on my abdomen, her arms making an inverted triangle that emphasizes her luscious tits, perky and full and tempting me worse than the devil.

Slowly, she pushes herself down another inch, my cock weeping with joy at being welcomed into heaven. I throw my head back, the feeling of being surrounded by her heat unlike any other. Since I don't remember a lot of my episode, this is the first time I'm experiencing this, the way my cock nestles right at home inside of her.

Her walls clamp down on me, squeezing me so tightly, I have to make a conscious effort not to come too fast.

"You feel like heaven, Sisi. Fuck…" I mutter incoherently, unable to verbalize just what she does to me.

I'd known from the moment I had first seen her that she was temptation incarnate, succeeding in making me feel things that no other had before her. I'd known how dangerous she was–to my senses, to my heart, to my fucking everything. Because one bat of those pretty lashes of hers in my direction, and I was fucking damned.

Damned to be her slave for an eternity.

The corners of her mouth quirk up as she watches me surrender to the ecstasy of being inside of her, and she seemsto gain new confidence as she takes one deep breath before pushing herself all the way down my cock.

We both sigh in pleasure at the sensation, and for as long as I live I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of her on top of me, my cock so deep inside of her.

"God, Vlad," she says in a breathy tone. "I had no idea." She seems just as dazed as I am as she rocks herself slightly, her walls stroking my cock in a tantalizing caress that has me seeing stars.

Me neither.

"Can you feel that, hell girl?" I ask as I splay my hand over her stomach, feeling the place where we are joined, "We're one."

"Is that so?" she asks mischievously, her fingers drawing random figures on my chest. "Does that make you hell boy, then?" She gives me a wicked smile as she lifts herself ever so slightly before coming down again.

My mouth opens to answer, but no sound comes out, the pleasure so intense I fear I may be forever broken.

"As long as I'm your other half I'll be anything you want me to," I answer, my voice thick and husky. Anything to ensure that she's never leaving my side.

"Hmm…" She trails off, moving her hands up my chest until she's resting on my pecs, and using me to push herself up, this time until I'm halfway out before sliding down again, more forcefully.

"What if I decide to go take my vows andactuallybecome a nun?" she continues to ask, and I see what she's trying to do. She wants to torture me, knowing that I could never last a day without her.

It becomes increasingly difficult to stave off my climax, the little minx enjoying tormenting me with her little movements.

"Then I'll follow you and become a priest and I'll try to defile you at every turn," I answer with a strangled moan.

"You're wicked." She swallows, her pupils eclipsing her irises as she turns her gaze on me, desire dripping from it and only inflaming mine more.