He was going to lose it any second. Talon could feel the instinct to fully thrust into her like a rutting animal rising within him. Hold her down and fuck her into he filled her with cum.

“Olivia,” he moaned instead, gently nibbling her neck as he slowly pushed his throbbing cock into her tight, tight pussy. He truly didn’t want to hurt her—didn’t want to make this experience any more scarring than it had to be. But damn if his patience and resolve weren’t being tested to the absolute limits.

“Doing okay?” he asked her, “Can I go harder?”

When Talon looked down at her, a red flush blossomed in Olivia’s cheeks before she nodded. Then, she slowly, shyly reached above her head and braced her hands against the headboard.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, never seeing anything hotter in his entire life. Talon lost it.

All the desire and passion he’d barely been keeping in check broke free. His hips moved on their own accord as they pushed the full length of him into her while his arms grabbed around her shoulders—he burrowed into her hair and growled, something he’d never done before.

“Oh!” Olivia cried, and Talon regained control, feeling his heartbeat pound throughout his body. He held her tightly as she wiggled slightly beneath him. “I’m okay, I’m okay. I just needed a moment.”

When he slid back out he could feel the increase in wetness. She wants this, he thought, slowly sliding back in all the way, she wants me. He wrapped one arm around the small of her back as he continued his slow, thorough thrusts, getting her used to his length.

Olivia’s moans encouraged him, so he started to experiment with speeds and depths, watching her face intently to discover what she liked best. When one of her hands began to wander toward her clit, he started rubbing it for her with his large thumb.

“Ah,” she moaned, bucking her hips. Talon could feel what it did to her—the way her body responded to his sent a surge of something strange and potent through his body. The urge to claim her, mark her, and fill her with his cum rose dangerously close to the surface.

“Olivia,” he breathed, “I don’t know if I can hold back anymore.” He looked into her eyes, which were full of heat and need, and his heart almost burst with emotion. Do I love her already?

“Then flip me over,” she told him, her cheeks still flaming red.

He bent his head down to kiss her on the mouth—it was meant to be slow and sensual, but need quickly took over—their tongues entwined, teeth nibbled, lips sucked hard, as if each were trying to claim the other’s mouth.

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But Talon couldn’t wait. He ended the kiss with a peck on Olivia’s lips, then pulled out of her. She let out a gasp, then reached down to cover her empty pussy with her hands. He quickly released her legs from the restraints, then, as if she weighed nothing at all, he flipped her over and slid into her once more.

“Hhhnnng,” he growled, bending over her and kissing her shoulder, then opened his mouth to bite her gently. Olivia arched her back in response, grinding her ass into his groin, pushing him as deeply into her as he could go.

“Vibrator,” she said over her shoulder, then held one hand back to wait for it.

Talon couldn’t help it—he grabbed her hand and thrust a few times before giving her what she wanted, and handed her the little bullet vibrator that was still lying on the bed.

“I’m ready,” she told him, tossing her hair back and glancing over her shoulder at him. “You don’t have to hold back anymore.”

He shuddered. Could she be more perfect?

Despite her petite frame, Olivia had a cute, cushy little ass that was big enough for Talon to dig his fingers into, which is what he did next. Then, he let the primal urge that had anxiously been prowling within him run free.

He pounded into her as hard as he could, over and over again, holding her in place so she wouldn’t budge on the bed. It only took a few minutes for her to come.

“I’m gonna come!” she cried, her legs quivering.

“Want me to stop?” he panted, not even sure if he could.

“Keep going!” She grabbed handfuls of the sheets and pressed her face into the mattress. He slowed his thrusts and marveled at how amazing Olivia’s cunt felt on his cock while she came, her walls spasming and squeezing him. He imagined what that would look like on the inside, and his own orgasm began to rise within him.

“Ohhh…” he moaned, slowing further, letting Olivia ride out her orgasm while his slowly built—letting himself enjoy the frustrating sensation of slow, steady pleasure.

"Faster!” Olivia suddenly shouted. “I think I can—”

She cut herself off with her own moans as another orgasm started. Talon let his instinct take control of his body, and as Olivia started to tighten around him again, he saw stars as his orgasm peaked—he slammed into her one final time as he erupted deep within her, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her as close to him as possible.

Talon came and came, his cock pulsing within Olivia. It was the best sex he’d ever had. Ever. He released her butt and leaned over her, kissing his way up her shoulder until he could nuzzle behind her ear. When she turned her head, he kissed her deeply. She was panting, too, and had broken out in a sweat. They both had.

Without warning her, he pulled her into his chest and fell to the side, cradling her as they landed on the bed. Post-sex spooning. Something he’d always wanted to do, just like this. With his dick still inside, semi-hard, and cum leaking out.

He wrapped his arms around Olivia and buried his face in her hair, which came below his chin when they lay in this position. He loved their size difference—she was 5’2” to his 6’4”. He could easily lift her in his arms and haul her around…and hold her in different positions while he pounded her.

That thought was going to make him hard again, and his Olivia needed rest right now.

Settle down, horn-dog, he told himself. She’s not going anywhere. There will be plenty of time for more later.