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hand an encouraging squeeze. “We'll take as long as you need.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She caught herself when he cocked a
questioning eyebrow. “I meant Master.”
    He smiled. “That's better.”
    She took a deep breath and gave a slight
push. His broad cockhead poked at her with a daunting tug of discomfort. She
pressed harder, and the crown of his dick inched forward, bringing a slight
edge of pain with it.
    “Easy,” he murmured with a calming brush of
his warm palm over her arm. “You're doing just fine.”
    She spread her thighs wider and slowly
impaled herself on his cock, mewling at the pain of the insistent stretch.
    “Rest if you need to.”
    She inhaled and stayed like that, letting
herself adjust to the nagging girth spreading her wide open. The pad of his
finger tickled her clit, dragging a little sound of desperation from her.
    His
forefinger rolled delectable circles all over her bundle of nerves until
resistance became utterly laughable. Her pussy lost control, constricting
around the filling head inside her. A strangled cry of need emerged from her,
but the sudden surge of cream eased the descending road she was on. Gradually, increment
by stretching increment slid into her tight channel, filling her with knowledge
and hard, masculine heat.
    Master brought her forward and tucked her
into his chest as a child would cuddle with a beloved teddy bear, and he rolled
with Kayla until he hovered over her. It didn't seem to bother his leg like
she'd thought it might, though the motion nipped at her poor cunt with burning
pain.
    “I've got you, cinnamon,” he whispered,
brushing the hair back from her face.
    The fluffy pillow pushed the tips of her
glasses forward, annoying her ears, so she took them off, and then he laid them
on the nightstand. She could still see him well enough. Mostly she needed them
for reading.
    “Just relax.” He brushed an almost weightless
kiss on her lips, basking her in the erotic warmth of his steamy breath.
    Her vaginal muscles went as languid as they
could, knowing that his cock's advancement was inevitable and the pain
likewise. His hips thrust forward, and his erection advanced in her tight, achy
depths, tunneling through her virgin flesh until he filled her completely.
    “Oh God!”
    Her Master didn't move. He peppered feather-light
kisses all over her forehead and face, leaving a trail of warm moisture in the
wake of his kisses. “Are you all right, cinnamon?” He smiled when she nodded. “You're
doing great.”
    Her voice shook. “Thanks.”
    He didn't scold her for forgetting his title.
He lay motionless and waited for her to adjust to the length and width of his
unforeseen size. They remained like that for a while before her heart returned
within normal parameters and the achy burn in her pussy dulled to a tolerable
stretch.
    She nodded and took a deep breath, running
her hand over his cheek. The stubble scraped against her palm, delighting and
calming her. “I'm ready.”
    He smiled and dropped a final kiss on her
forehead before commencing a slow thrust inside her. The movements brought pain
at first, but gradually the fiery discomfort subsided and enjoyment supplanted
it. Master lay down on top of her, heating her with the intimate touch of his
skin as he pressed her down into the mattress with the weight of his body.
    “You feel incredible wrapped around me,
slave,” he whispered gently into her ear before kissing her neck.
    The word slave was endearing in this vulnerable, bonding moment. She wrapped her arms around
his neck, needing more of him. Discomfort ensued when his strokes became more
aggressive. He probably wasn't being a complete animal with her, but with his
size it felt like his dick was going bananas in there.
    “Kayla,” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he
started to throttle harder into her soaked, aching cunt.
    Master Hugh was completely masculine with not
a feminine quality to be had. In that moment he was the sheer definition of
beauty as