You're so tight

Waiting to feel him inside me was like a physical torture. I was silently begging for him to push in already, my body completely open and waiting for the defilement I’d experienced with him every night in my dreams.

Then, after two heavy breaths against my skin, he drove his cock inside me.

My eyes immediately widened as a sudden pain tore through my entire body from that one point.

I was about to cry out in pain but it was cut short in my throat as his mouth slammed back down onto mine, catching the sound and swallowing it whole. 

It felt like being split right down the middle, a heavy, unyielding intrusion that stretched my skin past its limit. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, wetting the pillow, but I didn't pull away. I couldn't.

He stayed perfectly still inside me for a long, agonizing moment, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving as he waited for my tight body to accept the sheer size of him.

"You're so tight," he rasped against my lips, his voice thick and completely stripped of the polite facade he wore downstairs. He hesitated, his body rigid above mine. "Does it hurt?"

I shut my eyes tight against the pillow. The pain was real, sharp and biting, the undeniable ache of a first time. 

But it… it's just a dream, right? The mechanics of my dream just seems to have improved to the point my body felt like the real thing was happening.

And so, in this dream, none of that mattered. 

The pain would go away, but the chance to have him would disappear the second the sun came up and I opened my eyes.

"It doesn't matter," I whispered, my voice breaking as I tightened my grip on his shoulders. "The pain will go away. I want to feel you… just hurry and move."

He took a good look at me, seeing how I was struggling with the pain but since I had asked, he began to shift, the friction of his cock sliding out of me sending a stinging pain through me.

It's okay. It's okay. It'll feel good in a moment. 

Adrianp didn't ease into it. The momentary hesitation from before was entirely gone, replaced by a dark, relentless thrust that took everything I had to give. 

Every deep, heavy thrust drove the air from my lungs, blurring my vision until the dark room turned into a spinning vortex of heat and skin.

I completely forgot the pain and lost my mind to the sensation. I was shamelessly moaning into his mouth, my hips arching up instinctively to meet every thrust, completely surrendering to the man who belonged to my sister. 

In the dark, he watched me. Even without the light, I could feel the weight of his stare pinning me down, capturing every broken whimper and every shameless tilt of my hips. 

There was no guilt in his movements now—just a raw, possessive hunger that once again claimed my virginity with his rough strokes.

I felt a heat in my belly and it coiled tighter and tighter, an unbearable pressure building until my thighs began to tremble uncontrollably. 

I gripped his shoulders, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the climax finally ripped through me, causing my walls to clamp down around his cock so tightly it was restricting his movement.

Adrian let out a choked-back sound as he grunted—the first real noise of pure surrender he’d made all night.

Before I could even ride out the aftershocks, he suddenly gripped my hips and pulled out, his hot semen splurting over my stomach, watching him stroke his cock to let out the rest of his semen.

I heard him groan, heard him breathe heavily and my hips bucked, wishing he had cum inside me instead, before the exhaustion completely claimed me. 

My eyes grew too heavy to hold open, and the darkness pulled me under, erasing the room and him before I could even trace his retreat.

It's time to wake up. I thought, and just like that, I opened my eyes. 

The sun outside was blinding, its rays peaking into my room through the blinds.

I blinked against the light, my head throbbing. My body felt incredibly heavy, completely drained, and there was a dull ache between my thighs that made me wince the moment I tried to shift under the covers.

I sat up slowly, throwing the blanket off, expecting the worst.

But as I looked down, my top and shorts were straight. The sheets around me were neat, the blankets tucked into place, and the air in the room was cold and still as it was the previous night before I slept. 

I looked at my stomach, smoothing down my top. It was clean. Nothing was there. No traces, no mess, nothing but the quiet light of morning filtering through the window.

For a second, I had suspected the worst and thought maybe… maybe. But seeing this, I realized I was hoping for too much by thinking it might've been real for a second there.

I let out a long, shaky breath, rubbing my aching temples. It really was just a dream.

The soreness between my legs had to be from the stress of the previous day. Standing for hours in heels at the wedding, the frantic packing, the emotional rollercoaster of watching Elena leave me with Adrian—my body was just paying the price for a hectic week.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and tried to shake off the lingering warmth of the fantasy.

“I don't think I can stay in this house and stare at Adrian for hours.” I talked to myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. “I should head out after breakfast.”

But it seemed like the weather was against my plans because when I got to the kitchen, it was already raining cars and dogs outside, and Adrian was standing by the counter watching the rain as it lashed against the glass outside.

Great. The last person I wanted to see.