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her froze. Time had stopped. Then, when the initial shock had passed, everything started palpitating in slow motions. His huge cockhead speared her open. Stretched her out. Plunged into her depths. Slowly but sure. Despite the protest of her rings of muscles from the salacious intrusion.
    Part of her waited for the pain. It never came. The moment his hard shaft ground against the tight walls of her vagina, a pure heat, silky as a velvet glove, scalded her every nerve tip with untainted pleasure.
    Belle felt shocked from her finding. She hadn’t known sex could feel this good.
    She was speechless.
    Armand threw her a grin and rammed the rest of his length until his balls smashed against her perineum.
    “Oh.” Belle braced on his shoulders. His cock inside her shuddered. Her pussy clenched desperately. So big. So full. So…fucking good.
    “We’ll start slow,” Armand told her. “I want to see you come. Then I want a hard fuck when I take you in the bed.”
    God. He wasn’t kidding when he told her he wanted her all night. After sampling the delight he’d promised her, she didn’t mind at all. She didn’t mind if he wanted to fuck until morning, or even if he wanted her as…
    Stop it.
    Don’t harbour high hopes, or you’ll be crushed under them later .
    Belle released a long-suffering breath, chastised by her own sudden realisation.
    “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Armand studied her face.
    “No.” Her voice sounded rusty and squeaky. “Not at all.”
    “Mmm.” Armand fucked cautiously as if he was afraid he’d hurt her. When he seemed convinced she was okay, he fucked her in shallow, hummingbird rapid thrusts.
    She began to pant.
    Shimmering lust surged through her. Morsels of pleasure, big pleasure, all began exploding one after another until she felt a river of liquid heat running through her. How could this be possible? Pleasure thickened. The way he slammed his cock into her. The way his veined shaft ground against the walls of her cunt. The way his pubis brushed against her engorged clit. He’d barely fucked her a dozen thrusts when her body quaked from a violent climax.
    This time it felt fiercer than when he had fucked her with his tongue.
    “Armand…” Belle clawed his shoulders. Unsure and a bit scared from the intensity. Her stomach coiled. The air around her thinned.
    “That’s okay, ma belle . Didn’t I say you’re so sexy when you come? Come for me, Belle. Just for me. Co—”
    She cried. Her body convulsed when a sharp, unmerciful orgasm tore through her. Her pussy spasmed. Knees weakened. Ears rang. Lungs wanted to explode. Waves of rapturous pleasures washed over her. Belle collapsed on his chest as her cunt gripped him tightly when the last tide of her climax started ebbing away.
    Armand cursed. “Heaven, you’re so fucking tight,” he said in a strained voice. “I’ll come if you continue doing this.”
    A chuckle escaped her. She didn’t know why she found that funny. She’d never imagined men would think she was desirable, let alone someone would find her sexy enough to get him turned on. Belle wrapped her arms around Armand’s neck and snuggled closer, feeling muzzy. After her second orgasm in less than an hour, she was beat.
    Armand found her lips and kissed her open-mouthed, hungrily. The cock inside her felt bigger and harder. He hadn’t come yet. How much fucking does it take for him to come ? Belle watched him with wonder.
    He broke the kiss. “I want that hard fuck now. Let’s get you to bed.”
    Belle didn’t remember getting out from the tub. She blinked and the next thing she knew she was sprawling in that white-sheeted bed with Armand’s perfectly toned body descending before her. He spread her legs and thrust inside her. Belle clutched the sheet. Her pussy fluttered around his hard shaft.
    Armand’s eyes blazed fire as he bent down to give her a kiss. “Mine,” he hissed. “All mine tonight…”
    His claim made her heart flutter like her pussy.