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Unsurprised and overjoyed to find her hymen intact, he slowly thrust in and out of her tightness. Not breaching her innocence just yet, he wanted her used to his size first.

“Hang on to me,” he told her as he whipped his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. “So tight, Princess.”

Running her hands up and down his chest, scoring him with her nails along the way, his cock jumped when one scratched over his nipple, and she gave him a knowing smile. “You’re not ready for that, Princess,” he warned.

Bending forward, she rained kisses along his jaw; light nips with her teeth along the way. “Princess,” he growled again.

*****

Every time he growled, her pussy contracted around his large length. She hadn’t seen the size of him but by the feel, he was huge. She was gonna be walking funny later, but it would be so worth it. If only the man would take her already.

She was impatient and needy for him to fill her completely. “I need you, Dom,” she breathed huskily in his ear hoping to get him moving inside her.

“You fucking got me, Princess,” he howled, smashing his mouth on hers just as he slammed his cock through her virginity, burying himself inside her to the hilt. Her pain was white hot and nearly unbearable as they kissed softly, and he slowly rotated his hips against her.

When the pain finally began to subside, a sweet ache rested in her womb. A need to feel him move, to give her a pleasure like only he could, a pleasure so intense she knew she’d never be the same.

He slowly began thrusting inside her again, then a sweet slide out, a l

ong slide in. She could feel every ridge and pulse in his cock, “You’re so big, Dom.”

Chuckling, he told her, “Nah, Princess, your pussy’s tight as a fucking glove. I can feel every ripple, every time you catch your breath. I can feel every-fucking-thing you do in this perfect made-for-my-cock pussy of yours.”

She melted in his arms, feeling something intense pulling at every sensual line in her body. His cock would bump a secret spot inside her with every thrust in and her breath would catch, her channel would tighten, and she was ready to explode into a mind-numbing carnality she’d never felt before.

When Dom began to quicken his thrusts, she knew he was close, too. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled hard, feeling his cock pulse and grow larger. She knew he liked it. Skimming her teeth along his neck, she bit his pulse point hard enough to leave a small red mark.

As he wound his hand in her hair, tugging hard enough to sting, she latched onto his nipple so when he pulled so did she. “Fuck!” he shouted as she felt him begin to come inside her, triggering her own climax.

A silent scream left her body as her muscles tightened in bliss. Her pussy seemed to clamp down on his dick so hard he could no longer move, sucking every drop of gratification she could from them both.

“God damn. Fuck. Princess,” he growled claiming her mouth in a kiss so intense she nearly blacked out from pleasure.

*****

Perfection. He’d found it in this tiny spitfire of an Irish woman, and he couldn’t be happier. The way she gave herself so freely to him was astonishing. She held nothing back and took her cues from him on what he liked. Wanting to give him as much as she got.

“C’mon, Princess, let’s go clean up,” he mumbled in her ear.

“Mmhmm.”

“Sex coma?” He laughed.

“Mmhmm.”

Still buried inside her, he carefully carried her upstairs to his bathroom wanting to get her cleaned up before Jax awoke from his nap. He was still amazed they’d done that in the kitchen. But fuck, the way she wanted to take care of them had set him off, and he’d felt this driving need to claim her as his.

Setting her down, they both groaned as his still hard cock slipped free of her tight body. He made sure she was steady on her feet before turning on the shower. Adjusting the temperature, he stepped in pulling her along with him.

This might have been a mistake. Her wet, naked body was the stuff dreams were made of. Curves in all the right places—everywhere he would need to hold onto in order to drive into her silky heat the way his body craved. Tracing a red fingerprint he’d left on her hip from his tight grip, he watched her face for any distress over his treatment, but she smiled. A smile so full of serenity he lost his breath for a quick minute.

“How you feeling’?”

“Wonderful,” she sighed happily.

Quickly washing himself, he squeezed a little of his body wash into the palm of his hand lathering it up, secretly thrilled at the idea of her smelling like him. He began caressing her slowly making sure to get every nook and cranny.

Bubbles leisurely washed down her body making his dick stand at attention again. Once she saw the state he was in, she began to giggle in such a girly way he was reminded of her age briefly. He often forgot just how young she was because of her maturity level. Life’s experience had given her that.