"Are you sure you're ready, Mar?" Paul asked softly.
"I think you meant to ask yourself that question. Because I know that once you're balls deep inside me, my body will turn into an addiction for you." Marsaili taunted with a smile.
"I think it's my body that will turn into an addiction for *you*. Once I can tie you up and tease you for hours...having you beg me for release…" Paul said.
"A mutual addiction. But it's not me who's going to get tied up. That will be you, wolf boy. All tied up and begging *me*." Marsaili said.
"Oh I don't kn-ah! Fuck!" Paul groaned.
Marsaili lowered her hips until just the head of Paul's dick had just barely entered her,already stretching her. Marsaili gasped.
"You're in all the way, right?" Marsaili asked, biting her lip.
"Give or take about 9 inches." Paul groaned. "You're already tight as a vice on the head."
"9 inches more?!" Marsaili groaned.
"Just breathe through it. Inch by inch, little red." Paul said softly, massaging her hips with his hands.
Marsaili slid slowly down, stopping when he was 2 inches deep. She was breathing hard.
"This is it. No more." Marsaili groaned. "I feel you everywhere all at once and it's not that you're long, I mean you are, but Mother of God you're too, too thick!"
Paul was trying to breathe deeply, glad he had the cock ring on. He would have blown his load at least twice by now.
"You're doing so great though, Marse." Paul said softly, pulling her head to his for a kiss. She gently teased feather light touches over his neck as she deepened the kiss. Marsaili felt his thighs shaking with pleasure and it turned her on even more knowing that she had that effect on him.
"You are right here with me, baby, you are so right here." Paul groaned softly. "You feel so fucking perfect. You are perfect."
Marsaili took a slow, so breath and pushed her hips down, feeling Paul trying to hold her hips steady, not wanting her to hurt. She looked down to where they were joined seeing him slowly disappearing inside of her body. She slid down nearly another inch and stopped when she felt him pressing against something.
"I think you hit a dead end." Marsaili said.
"Not so much a dead end as your barrier. Your maidenhead. Your cherry." Paul clarified. "This will be the most painful part…"
"Then let's go ahead and get it over with." Marsaili said.
"No, I mean it'll hurt like a bitch. You can punch me in the throat if you want." Paul said.
Marsaili grabbed his hands off her hips, knowing he'd try to stop her from doing what she had planned on doing.
"Like a bandaid." Marsaili whispered.
"What?" Paul asked.
Marsaili held onto Paul's hands before pushing her hips down hard and fast, his dick shattering her barrier, pushing his dick balls deep inside her. Marsaili paled and tears sprang to her eyes.
"Marse, baby, fuck, are you okay? Fuck, I should have stopped you." Paul fussed, wrapping his arms around her.
Paul heard Marsaili crying so softly and it broke his heart into a million pieces. His body had caused his precious Imprint to cry. He wanted to chop his own dick off so it would never cause get pain again.
"I'm so, so sorry, Marse. Fuck…" Paul whispered, rubbing her back gently. "I won't move, I swear it. We don't ever have to do this again, I swear it. I'll get chemically castrated so you won't ever even have to worry about it. You won't even have to think about trying to get me off. I'll bring you pleasure with my mouth, baby, every single fucking day. Twice a day. No, three times a day. As many times as you want." Paul promised. "Punch me in the throat, I deserve it for hurting you."
Marsaili buried her face against his neck, closing her eyes and letting his voice calm her body.
"You feel so fucking amazing around me, Marse. Like heaven. I wish I could take that pain from you. Fuck, I don't even know what to say. Do you want me to pull out?" Paul asked.
Marsaili tried to move slightly to see if it could relieve some of the pain, but it only succeeded in making Paul groan hoarsely. Marsaili's nails dug into his back, making him hiss.
"Baby…" Paul whispered. "Don't move."
"Don't tell me what to do or I will punch you in the throat." Marsaili snapped. "You're splitting me in two and you keep talking."
"There's my little red." Paul chuckled softly. "But seriously...all this wriggling you're doing? Keep it up and I'm going to pound your sweet little ass into next week."
"And then I'll kick your ass on Thursday." Marsaili muttered. "Okay, I'm done being in control. I suck at it. Your turn."
Paul gently maneuvered Marsaili, holding onto her tightly until she was laying in her back, Paul braced on his arms above her. He peppered her face with kisses so he could sneak his hand between them.
"You feel so tight, so warm." Paul whispered, sliding his finger over her clit. "And you're still right here with me, so swollen and begging for my touch."
Marsaili whimpered softly at the teasing touches from Paul. He pulled his finger back and licked it before sliding his hand back down. He rubbed teasing circles around the swollen bundle of nerves, making Marsaili's eyes close and her body tense up around him. Paul grunted at how good she felt, trying not to let his need for release drive his actions. Paul pulled out slowly, only a couple inches before pushing back in, setting up a slow, gentle rhythm.
"Is this okay, Marsaili? Does it hurt? Are you still hurting?" Paul asked, concerned.
"I really kind of like it. Like I'm a little sore, I feel really full but it feels better now." Marsaili said.
"I will make you see stars, little red." Paul growled.
Paul pulled out hallway and angled his hips to hit her g-spot, thrusting in short, hard bursts against her. He heard Marsaili's sharp intake of breath and feared he had hurt her again.
"Fuck, Marsaili, I'm so sorry!" Paul apologized, stilling his hips.
"What? Why? Why did you stop?" Marsaili asked, frowning.
"Because I heard you gasp in pain." Paul frowned.
"What? Pain? If I was in pain, I'd tell you. That felt really good. Can you keep doing that?" Marsaili asked.
Paul grinned brightly down at Marsaili, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he pulled out nearly all the way, slamming his hips back and angling to hit her gspot hard. He felt Marsaili clench around him, making him use greater effort to pull out and thrust again.
"Fuck! Marse, I can feel your tight little pussy gripping and holding onto my dick!" Paul said hoarsely.
"Paul? Harder!" Marsaili growled.
Paul pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders, tilting her hips upward. Marsaili smiled at the wicked look in Paul's eyes. Paul grabbed his phone and took a picture of his point of view, turning the phone to show Marsaili. She clenched a little around him.
"Take the ring off…" Marsaili said.
"But I wanted to make you cum a few times before I got off." Paul said.
"I don't want to wait that long to feel you explode with pleasure inside me...I want to feel you filling me to overflowing with your cum, baby...I want you to empty your balls deep inside me. I will be mad at you if you don't give me every drop and mark me inside and outside." Marsaili growled.
Paul grunted when he felt the ring holding back yet another orgasm. He was breathing hard, trying to let the sensation pass before he removed the ring. He pulled out of Marsaili very slowly and Marsaili whimpered softly, feeling empty and hating it.
"I bet you're going to cum a few seconds after taking the ring off, yeah?" Marsaili asked.
Paul shrugged and looked away, hating that she was right.
"How about you get me like right to the edge and then you take the ring off and push in a few times and we cum together?" Marsaili suggested. "I love it when you go down on me."
Paul was so grateful Marsaili didn't make fun of him for not being able to hold his orgasm back. He knew she never would, either. Paul slid down the bed pulling Marsaili up to sit on his face.
"Paul!" Marsaili gasped.
"Can we at least try it this way once? I fucking love it when I look up and see you shaking from pleasure." Paul said.
Marsaili finally agreed and Paul pulled her hips down, burying his face between her legs, his mouth sucking hard on her clit. Marsaili's hips bucked and she tried to move but Paul growled and refused to let go of her hips.
"Keep doing that! Ride my fucking face, little red!" Paul growled out.
Paul felt Marsaili shudder above him as he continue to lick and suck, knowing she was close to cumming.
"Paul...fuck! S-stop or I'm gonna cum! Get inside me!" Marsaili said.
Paul hated to move but-he could stay like this forever-but he wasn't about to ruin anything for his female. He pulled her off his face and she eased the cock ring off of Paul. Paul laid her on the bed, his fingers rubbing teasing circles around her clit. Paul took a deep breath and angled his hips, thrusting in hard to hit her gspot. Marsaili's eyes rolled back in her head at the feeling of perfection. Paul pulled her legs up onto his shoulders, going even deeper, making Marsaili moan loudly.
"I can't hold it Paul!" Marsaili whined.
"Cum for me! Cum all over me baby!" Paul ordered.
Marsaili gave into the sensation and let go, coming hard around Paul, milking him. Paul growled loud enough to rattle the windows as he came, pushing himself as deep as he could go, filing Marsaili. Her orgasm spurred his on and on as Paul's orgasm kept sending Marsaili over the edge. Paul's hoarse moan sounded so hot to Marsaili.
In what felt like hours, Paul's orgasm finally waned and he collapsed on top of Marsaili, his entire body shaking with aftershocks. Marsaili welcomed his weight on top of her, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and gently scratching.
"Mmmm...Damn. I can definitely get used to doing this everyday. Just as long as it's you on my dick and my face I'll be good." Paul said hoarsely. "I sound like hell." he chuckled.
"I tend to have that effect on men." Marsaili giggled softly.
"Nah, baby, I'm so good I screamed my own name." Paul teased.
Marsaili landed a loud smack to Paul's butt and grinned. She felt him stir.
"Really?" Marsaili asked, surprised. "You just came and you're already getting hard again?"
"You found another one of my kinks." Paul said.
"What? This?" Marsaili asked before landing another sharp smack to his butt. Paul groaned softly and she felt his dick getting harder and harder.
"Fuck...do you know how fucking perfect you'd look, my red handprint standing starkly out against your pale ass, baby? Fuck...I would be able to be in you 5 seconds before I started to cum." Paul said.
Marsaili smirked. Tonight was a long night of firsts.
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A/N: ugh. What a weekend. So Friday night one of my besties and I got high and she wrapped gifts while I finished wiring this chapter. Talk about fucking hilarious! The next morning, we took a ccdw class that lasted over 6 hours. Good news is I passed and can carry a gun almost everywhere! The next day was her little boy's birthday. Then today I'm just so fucking tired of people. I've just started on the next chapter and I'm sorry if it's shit or takes a couple days to finish. Will you all leave me some lovely reviews so I can get out of the idiot induced Rahe I'm in and write the next chapter? I just need something.
