Burn 2 by Dawn Steele Read Free Book Online Page B

her opening. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain. It’s so huge, she thought. How ever would it enter?
    Before she could tell him to give her a little more time, he penetrated her. The pain was a rush, all concentrated on her hymen all at once.
    She screamed.
    “Ssssh, ssssh, Abby. Relax, OK? Relax.”
    But it was painful. She opened her eyes and blinked back the sudden tears that flooded her orbs. Her vagina felt like it was being splintered apart – its walls pushed back so firmly that it seemed something in there would tear.
    “Please, it’s too painful,” she whimpered. “Take it out.”
    “Abby . . . it’s OK. It’s normal.”
    “No, take it out. Give me time to adjust.”
    He ignored her request. Instead, he pushed his cock in deeper so that more of her virgin tunnel was cleaved apart.
    The agony was exquisite, unbearable. She gritted her teeth and almost bit her tongue.
    This is how it’s supposed to be, she told herself. You can’t be a baby about it.
    But oh, oh, oh, oh. No one told her that it would be this painful.
    “OK?” he asked her. His face was a rictus of desire.
    She warmed to the fact that he seemed so crazy about her.
    “Yes,” she said.
    It will be OK, she avowed. She just would have to get used to it. She hoped it wouldn’t hurt so much each time.
    “Good. It always hurts the first time.”
    She wondered about his remark. How often had he done ‘a first time’ then, and with how many girls? His cock brushed against her swollen clit, and for the first time since the penetration, she experienced a frisson of pleasure. She felt her pussy stretching to accommodate his fit.
    Perhaps this was going to get better after all.
    He started to move inside her, and the satisfaction of fullness augmented the sensory pleasure in her clit. She opened her thighs wider, and he slid in some more.
    “Don’t fight it,” he order ed. “Just let me do all the work.”
    S he lay back and let him pump and grind and slam into her hips. Over and over, until she was rubbed raw with the friction. The pain abated, and her pussy juices went into overdrive, lubricating him. She still hadn’t felt pleasure yet. It was certainly not the delirious pleasure they wrote about in romance novels with bodice-ripping covers.
    Perhaps that would come later, when her pussy finally healed with a permanent scar.
    Perhaps she was truly frigid and she would never feel sexual pleasure for the rest of her life.
    Perhaps she was doomed never to experience pleasure with a man.
    He threw back his head. His eyes were closed. He was buried so deep in her that his balls practically kissed her ass cheeks each time he drove home. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out over his skin. He kept his hands squeezed upon her thighs. He was very close to coming.
    “Oh, Abby!” he groaned loudly as he released himself.
    She felt . . . nothing. The condom prevented his jizz from flooding her pussy. His body tensed and rumbled. And then he collapsed suddenly on top of her, panting like a freight train, and his weight pressed her down. His wet face nestled against the crook of her neck. He breathed in her scent, her sweat, her dampness, her pheromones.
    “Oh, Abby, I love you,” he murmured.
    She wanted to tell him ‘I love you too’, but she was too overcome by the emotion and disappointment of her first time to utter words she wasn’t sure she truly meant. So she settled for turning her head and kissing him on the side of his head. A loving gesture, for sure.
    They lay there together for a while, until her breathing became labored under his oppressive weight. She took a surreptitious look down at her inner thighs. There was very scant blood. So she was not a bleeder. She was certain her hymen tore, though. There was too much pain and his cock was all the way in.
    “Ari,” she said. “Move over. I can’t feel my legs.”
    He laughed softly, and then got up to give her space.
    “So what do we do now?” he said.
    She