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I'm giving him more than just my body. I'm giving him my trust.

He pushes all the way inside me, seating himself deep inside me. A hundred emotions fight for control in my head. It feels like I'm feeling everything at once.

But one thing is for certain—a new power has been awakened in me.

It hurts, but it hurts so good.

"I didn't know it could feel this good," I moan, shifting my hips around his length.

"Don't say things like that when I'm trying to be gentle with you, little girl," he says, grinding his teeth together.

"Maybe I don't want you to be gentle," I say, letting this feminine power take over me.

I've always loved the feeling of getting under his skin. I always loved getting a reaction out of him. I didn't stop to think about whether it was right or wrong before, and I care even less now.

"Maybe I want to see the darkest parts of you," I say. "The parts of you that nobody else has ever seen."

"Emma." He growls my name like a warning.

"I can handle it," I say, resting my hand over his chest. Over his heart. "You're safe to be yourself with me."

His pupils get darker as he drinks me in.

"Sometimes, I wonder if you're a figment of my imagination," he says. "Because there's no way you're real. There's no way someone like you walked right into my life."

He's still seated so deep inside me.

I feel connected to every part of him now. He's not holding anything back. Not anymore.

His cock grows even larger inside me. I can feel the veins over it pulsing with need.

"It's too late to change your mind now, little girl," he says, stretching my insides with a shallow thrust. "If you wanted out now, I'd have to tie you up and make you take it until I've had my fill of you."

I look into his eyes. The fact that he means it isn't supposed to turn me on this much.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" he says. "If I knew you were such a little fiend, I would have cornered you and taken you a long time ago. It's a big mansion. Nobody would have even heard your screams as I ripped your skirt and tore your panties. I would have touched this little pussy until you were dripping wetfor me. I would have made sure that you enjoyed every second of it."

His cock brushes against a part of me that makes me feel like I'm made of lava.

It drips down my skin, making everything burn. His fire and mine touch, binding us together in irrevocable ways.

"You're so tight that it feels illegal to be doing these things to you," he says. "But I'm a selfish fucking bastard, Emma. Now that I've had a taste, I want to keep you all to myself."

White hot flames caress my insides now.

"So fucking eager to please," he says, pumping his hips even deeper inside me. "You can barely fit all of me, but you're so brave as you keep these thighs open for me. I have to shove myself inside you with every thrust, but that's how you like it, isn't it? You like that I'm a little too big for you."

His body is pure power, and I'm the one he unleashes it on. It's the best thing I ever experienced in my life.

He gives to me, and I take.

"So fucking tight," he says. "I should be gentle with you, but I have no self-control when it comes to you. You feel like you were made just for me."

I arch my back for him, breathless as he reaches down to wrap his mouth around one of my nipples. He cups my breast in his big hand as he sucks.

"Oh, my God," I say.

My fingers are lost in his hair. I tug on the strands, needing more of him. Just needing more.