Chapter 192 Ahh . . . Finally . . .

[WARNING! Mature Content! Skip if you're uncomfortable and feel that it would destroy the story!]

In an instant, my lust was replaced by love for her.

"You are so beautiful."

I caressed her flush face, and she smiled at me with reddened cheeks.

"And you are . . . big . . ."

I stifled a laugh and took her lips in mine before I lick my way to her breasts. She was gasping, taking in occasional short breaths, and I knew she was restraining her moans. She clenched several times as I nipped and sucked her nipples, alternating between her two plump offerings while making sure my hands memorized every inch of her body.

She whimpered in protest when I released her two heaving breasts. I kissed the tears in her eyes and licked the saliva dripping from her mouth as I parted her legs.

"Aargghhh . . ."

She moaned aloud and grabbed my hair when I planted feather-light kisses on her belly down to her clit.

Gasps and moans and steamy hot noises of her juices resonated in the room as I played with her folds, licking her sweet taste until I inserted my tongue inside her.

I can't get enough of her taste.

She's so addicting!

My one and only drug.

I didn't stop kissing her even when she trembled and panted for air. My tongue curled inside her tight slimy walls, reaching for her stimulus spot before I pulled out and nipped her clit while my fingers rubbed her sex.

I slid a finger inside, and let her adjust to me before I pumped her for her sweet secretions. Knowing she's wet enough, I curled my finger before I inserted another. I stretched her tight walls, preparing her to receive me. Her body arched and spasmed, and I knew –– she'll be ripe for the picking.

I slid another finger and let her adjust before I pumped her again –– hard.

She was screaming now, and it won't be long.

"Come, Amara . . ."

"Crooosss!!"

I plunged my fingers deeper as she came while my other hand squeezed her breast, pinching and rolling her hardened tip between my fingers.

Her body arched and jerked, and watching her like this  –– fulfills me.

*pant . . .

*pant . . .

I let her caught her breath before I positioned myself between her –– ready to claim what I was dreaming since the moment I laid my eyes on her.

I licked my palm and rubbed it on my cock. She needed extra lubrication.

I claimed her lips as I led her arms around my neck and slowly entered her. I made sure to control my movement. To make this less painful for her as much as possible.

But my swollen tip against her tiny hole proved to be a difficult challenge. Not to mention as her sex was constricting and loosening. It was not helping in my predicament, even the slightest.

I pulled out and inserted my finger inside her, coating it with her sweet arousal before I rubbed it on her clit. Making circular motions and massages to help her relax as I moved tiny strokes to enter her. I let her adjust to me before I gently, carefully, agonizingly, penetrate her inch by delicious inch. Even though it was killing me, I had to endure for her sake.

"Ah! Nghh! Argh!!"

Her nails dug into my back –– I didn't care. She was hurting and if I could alleviate it a little . . . then, she could scratch my back to her heart's content.

"C-Cross . . . i-it hurts . . . i-it hurts . . ."

Her head shifted, and she stared at me with teary eyes. Her face flush and my heart softened.

"Amara, my love . . . It's only the tip."

I huffed a laugh despite the sweat tickling on my forehead when her eyes widened while her expression contorted in fear.

I paused and kissed the tears in her eyes before I planted kisses on her face, relaxing her as I crept my hand on top of her head while my other hand steadied her waist.

There is no other way.

"C-Cross . . . c-can you . . . s-stop . . . ?" She sniffled.

Ah . . . My dear . . . Amara

Wrong choice of words.

She melted when I kissed her earlobe and whispered in a tender voice, "Amara . . . I've wanted this since the very first time that we've met here. Don't ask me to stop now."

I plunged my cock inside her –– in one full thrust.

Argh!

Her screams mixed with my groans of pleasure bounced along the room. I almost lost myself in the amazing sensation inside her. How her soft flesh wrapped and squeezed my shaft nearly made me cum. How her walls clasped and unclasped as the torturous pain of being squeezed to the maximum that my circulation was almost cut, brought me incredible pleasure –– pleasure beyond compare.

I want more.

I let her scream and cry in pain as I planted soft kisses on her body to relax her, letting her adjust to my size before I'd make any movement.

My eyebrows twitched when hot thick liquids gushed out of her, and I coaxed her with the gentlest tone I could muster.

"Amara . . . only this time . . . this time . . . be wounded by me."

I started to move, slow and careful, in and out of her. I maintained my pace as I continued to kiss and suck the sensitive skin of her neck.

When she somewhat adjusted to me, I straightened my back and grabbed her waist to pound her hard.

"Breathe, Amara . . . Don't hold it in."

She heeded my command, and the room boomed with her moans, gasps, and screams –– it was like a euphoric symphony in my ears.

"Cross . . ."

"Cross. . ."

She continued to cry my name, and it only made my blood excited. I went on my knees and raised her legs, resting her calves over my shoulders.

I rocked her in a side-to-side and up-and-down motion, bringing the head and shaft of my manhood in direct contact with the front walls of her sex. This angle allowed for deeper penetration. I thrust slowly at first to avoid causing her discomfort. When she had gotten the hang of it –– I quicken my pace and thrust deeper, alternating between shallow and deep penetrations.

My breathing hot in gruff pants as I pounded her relentlessly.

I pulled out, and she looked at me, relief in her misty half-close eyes –– but not for long.

I slammed my hips forward, burying my cock to the hilt, deeper and harder than never before. Our heads snapped back as my hips hammered hers while my balls smashed against her sexy ass.

Her breathing became short, shallower every second. Her skin was flush. Her engorged breasts indicated that she was nearing the peak of her arousal –– she's nearing her orgasm.

And I am too.

"Argh! Crrooosss!!"

She screamed when she found her release, and her body trembled. The hot, sticky wet sensation of her cum and the clenching of her insides brought me immeasurable pleasure.

With a few more deep thrusts, I grabbed her waist and released my semen deep inside her, making sure she took every lost drop of me.

I stayed in place even after I stop releasing my semen, making sure none of my seeds leak out from her. I wanted my scent to remain inside her. To mix with hers.

A few more breaths, and I put her legs down and pressed my weight against her. I kissed her flush face and licked her tears, her sweat, her saliva.

"You are . . . mine now. All mine . . . my Amara," I whispered between breaths.

She clenched, and I felt weak. The pleasure was building once more in the pit of my stomach down to my more than willing penis.

I kissed her forehead and let her have her quick rest.

"Cross . . ."

Amara protested between catching her breaths when I pulled out my cock and out of bed to ransack something on the side table.

"Be right back, Amara."

When my fingers grabbed what it was looking for, I went back between her legs.

"What . . . *huff . . . are you doing?"

She was so weak and fragile and small against me with her muffled, tiny voice. Her body was limped while she could barely open her eyes.

I didn't answer and continued grinning at her. I opened the lid of the glass container and dipped my fingers inside the balm.

"Ooohh . . ."

She gasped as I carefully slid a finger inside her, making sure to reach deeper and touch every corner of her.

"Relax . . ." I pressed her belly and continued what I was doing.

After seconds, she was moaning in delight, "Mmnn . . . It feels . . . good . . ."

I laugh a bit as I continued to apply the salve inside her –– an ointment for rapidly healing the swelling and wounds and a good massaging oil. It had a pleasant cooling sensation.

With my size, she needs all the help she can get.

"Ready?"

I positioned myself between her legs.

"W-what . . ."

Laughter thundered in my chest when her eyes widened, looking at my fingers, holding my rigid cock, ready to insert it inside her once more.

Amara looked at me with her weak futile resistance.

"The night is still young, my love."