"My cock hurting you, honey?"

"A little." Her pussy flexes around me and I see stars. "Mostly it feels good."

Don't come. Don't come. I'm breathing hard against her mouth like a maniac, my hips giving firm mini pumps to stretch her out, get her used to me. "That's a good girl," I whisper in between kisses. "That's my sweet pumpkin."

There's a flicker of burgeoning wickedness in her eyes and she moans, her hands trailing down and up my back, spearing into my hair—and God almighty, she ...