An Hour of Cloud Nine (2)

He lunged inside of me in one stroke.

One stroke.

I was not a virgin. I was quite experienced.

But I need to repeat this so you guys would understand.

He put his shaft inside of me, the whole length, in one stroke. And I moaned loudly, half because of the shock, half because of the pain. My focus went blur but my survival instinct kicked in and I knew I had to grab on the chandelier for my dear life.

He stopped for a while, burying himself inside me so deep as if waiting for me to get accustomed to the feel of him. Waiting for my insides to stretch according to his shape. He whispered to my ear, “You like that?” Then he bit my earlobe. I couldn’t help but moan more.

“It’s a heavenly music,” he said, “Let me take you to cloud nine, my Lady.”

He moved his hip, taking out his shaft until only the tip was inside of me. “Look down,” he said.

I did as I was told. I looked do