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Rust

Charlie is a virgin. This beautiful woman, naked in my bed, is untouched. She's mine. All mine. The feral part in my brain makes me feel like a caveman ready to claim his mate.

"You're mine," I growl against her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. "I'm going to claim you. Mark you."

Charlie shivers as I move between her legs. I look down at her, her eyes wide and trusting. She's so fucking sexy, so willing. I can't wait to be inside her.

I press the head of my cock against her entrance, feeling her heat and wetness. She's so ready for me. I'm going to make sure she never forgets this moment, never forgets me. I push inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She gasps and squeezes her eyes shut. I know I’m big, but I know my girl can take it.

"Breathe, Charlie," I murmur, capturing her mouth with mine.

I want her to focus on me and the connection we're making. I'm determined to make her see that every bit of this pain will be worth it.

She inhales sharply, her body tensing as I push deeper, filling her completely. The feeling of her tight heat gripping me is almost overwhelming. I break away from our kiss, whispering, "You ok, Charlie?"

She nods, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "It's...a lot," she admits.

I smile, my lips grazing hers. "I know, baby. Take it slow.

Be gentle. I want to make this good for you."

I press my forehead against hers, looking into her eyes as I pull back slightly, letting her body get used to the feel of me inside her.

"You're doing great, Charlie," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "Just breathe with me."

We stay like that for a moment, our breaths syncing up, our hearts beating as one. It feels right, like we were always meant to be here, together.

Charlie nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Okay, I'm ready," she says, her voice steady and sure.

I start to move, slowly at first, giving her body time to adjust to mine. She gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as I push deeper.

"That's it, baby," I murmur, kissing her neck, shoulder, and collarbone. "Just breathe with me. In and out. You're doing so good."

She nods, her breath coming in little pants, her nails digging into my back. I can feel her tighten around me, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust harder, deeper. I want this to be good for her, not just for me.

I don't want to hurt her, but I can feel her body starting to relax around me, her breathing growing deeper. She's getting used to my size, her body learning to accept me.

"Rust," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Rust, please."

I start to move, slowly at first, but with each thrust, I go deeper, harder. She moans with each push, her body arching to meet mine. I can feel her tightening around me again, her body getting ready for another release.

"Come for me, Charlie," I growl, my voice hoarse with need.

I can feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling as she gets close. Her breath hitches and she let out tiny mewls as I circle her clit with my thumb.

I thrust into her harder, deeper, feeling her tighten around me, her muscles milking me for all I'm worth. She cries out, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire.

I grit my teeth, fighting to hold back my release as I ride out her climax, feeling every pulse of her body around me. Her wetness squelches between our bodies and my cock moves freely, pounding in and out of her.

"Fuck, fuck," I groan. "This pussy is mine. You're mine. I'm never going to let you go, Charlie."

My vision blurs as my cock comes deep inside of her. I roar my pleasure, marking her as mine, claiming her in the most primal way possible. Pulse after pulse of hot seed flows into her until our combined mess leaks onto the sheets.

Charlie's arms wrap around me, her soft body pressing against mine. I can feel her heart beating wildly against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own. I hold her tightly, not wanting to let go.

After a while, I roll off of her, pulling her with me so that she's curled up against my side. I can't believe what just happened. This woman, this beautiful, sweet woman, just gave herself to me. Completely.

Spent, I collapse beside her, pulling her close, letting our bodies cool together. Our limbs are entwined, our hearts beating in sync. I can feel her smile against my chest, and I smile too, a contented sigh escaping my lips.

I never thought I'd feel this way again, this connected, this alive .

Charlie lifts her head, looking up at me with those sparkling green eyes. "Did I do okay? For a first-timer, I mean."

I can't help but smile, my heart swelling with a warmth I haven't felt in a long time. I tuck a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. "More than okay, Charlie. You were perfect."

She beams at me, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. "I'm glad," she says, snuggling back against my chest hair. "Because I want to do it again."