Arabella Rivera I tried to keep the soft cries of pleasure at bay but every thrust made it come out eventually. His hot breath raise goosebumps on my skin as it fanned against the soft flesh in the crook of my neck. He pants, gasping as he slowly penetrates me. "Mmm." I moaned, wrapping my legs around him to keep him inside me. His penetrations were soft, cautious, as if afraid he would somehow hurt me. My heart squeezes at that revelation. Haiden continued to glide in with slow long strokes that made me feel every inch of him inside my walls. He was definitely a tight fit, stretching me to my capacity. It was like my walls were clamping down on him as if trying to figure out the huge foreign intrusion. I felt full. But the longer he stayed lodged up inside, the quicker my pussy got familiar with him and started milking him to urge him to continue. My cunt was greedy, something I've come to realize when it comes to Haiden. It could barely stretch enough for him to surge in, yet it cried for more, clenching his length to egg him on. Haiden grunts my name on my neck, branding me with his hot breath. He liked that, he liked me squeezing him home. I could feel him pulsing, throbbing inside me. He was hot, hard yet the deep strokes were soft. He was being gentle. It seems he was really going to keep his words by taking it slow. Something I never thought he'd do or stick by. He was Haiden Cross after all, a guy whose dick spoke more than the shift of his mouth. Everyone heard about his sex life, it wasn't much of a secret anyway. The school halls were always bustling about talks of his latest conquest. I mean that's one of the reasons he was so well known, aside from causing trouble. The guys would whine with jealousy, boast about lies of being capable of doing much better. Only that the next day, some girl would spill out how vague and unsatisfying they truly were and couldn't even compete with Haiden's 'skills'. Their pride was then dwindled to nothing but specks of dirty rumors. But the girls, they would rage on about how Haiden fucked them so hard that their screams were trapped in their throats. Some would say he never kissed them, only fucked them until they couldn't feel their cunt for weeks. Others said his fucking could go on for hours, like he was a raging bull in bed. Before I would have cringed hearing them speak with so much unnecessary detail about their experience with Haiden Cross. I'd want to chop my ears off and bury them deep into the dirt.But now, with his cock deep inside me, I wasn't cringing anymore. No, I was panting like a dog in heat. The feeling he invoked inside me, while buried so deep wasn't something I'd ever forget. Or want to for that matter. Haiden's wet, warm tongue darts out to lick my neck, up to the curve of my jaw before kissing me on my cheek, softly. I shivered and my cunt responded to his gentle fucking by giving him an appreciative squeeze that didn't let up for a few seconds. "Am I hurting you Bella?" His voice is croaky and heavy with thirst. Thirst for me. He was definitely holding back. Why was he? Was it because I was a virgin or was it something else? His cock slowly slid out only to slide back in as if this was a routine and if it didn't surge back in, it would deplete into nothing. I shook my head, saying no to answer his pending question. I felt his callused fingers touch my cheek and the pad of his thumb brushed just below my eye. "Then why are you crying?" His question was like a push into deep waters. Confusion swam in my head. I was crying? "Open your eyes Bella. I want you to look at me while I'm inside you." His demand came abruptly. It's his demand that made me realize that my eyes were indeed shut. I peeled them open and they instantly collided with worried brown eyes that stopped my intake of air. Haiden brushes his thumb under my eye again, I assume he was wiping my tears. Was I so lost in the pleasurable feel of him that I had not realized I was crying? Or that my eyes were tightly shut in concentrating on how he took me? "Tell me if it's too much Bella. Even if it'll pain me to move out of you, I'll do it if it'll ease your discomfort." He whispered, eyes scanning my face. His eyes were deepening in worry, an emotion that shocked me to the core. Because everyone knew damn well that Haiden Cross doesn't care or worry about anyone but himself. His words had my ankles locking together to stop him from pulling away. He wasn't hurting me. Well, his surprisingly fat cock wasn't hurting my tight opening anymore. My pussy had quickly since then adjusted to the size and feel of him. I shook my head quickly. "No." I let out rapidly in one breath, the same breath he stole from me moments ago. I gulped, trying to catch my breath. His actions and words were messing with me too much. This was dangerous. He was dangerous. "No, it's not too much. It feels good." I peered into his eyes that slowly but surely brushed away the look of worry. "Really good." I admitted and it was like my cunt agreed with me by giving him a tight squeeze that made a tortured groan slip past his swollen lips. I knew mine looked the same, I could still feel the tingling of it being nibbled and sucked on. Haiden nodded, his eyes quickly clouding back with desire as his thumb brushes my lower lip. "If at any point it hurts, tell me." His voice is spinning with heavy longing as he starts to thrust back into me. I gasp, nodding while my eyes are nearly closing. Haiden taps my lips with his thumb. "Keep your eyes open. I need to see them when I make you cum." He curses and dips his head to cover my mouth with his own. "You feel so good Bella." He grunts, a hand skimming down the side of my body until stopping at my thigh. He lifts it higher, the action has him sinking deeper into me. I swore he was buried to the hilt. "God." He pants, slipping out and in a rhythmic way. My breathing is ragged and rough and so is his, as we absorb each other. We take everything the other gave, every thrust, every cry of pleasure, every grip, every touch, every taste, and every look of intensity. He was drowning in the feel of me while I was consuming the feel of him. Until it was too much. My thighs tense and my cunt gripped Haiden's cock so tightly that his eyes rolled back while he let out strings of profanities. I tremble as I came around him, coating him with my juices as I gripped him firmly. That seemed to have triggered his own. His forehead falls on mine, eyes piercing mine with intensity as he shuddered. Hot thick liquid shoots inside me as his cock pulsed and jerks. Haiden Cross not only took my virginity but he also released inside me. He had painted my innocent walls with his presence. "I'm not done yet." He grunts and flips us over.