Harder? She wanted harder? I could deliver. My mind went blank then, for I couldn't control myself any longer. My pleasure built at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up and filling with my seed. It was hot and scalding and plentiful and I knew that it would fill her right up. Before then, however, I needed her to come again. I reached down and ran my thumb over her slick clit. It didn't take more than that for she'd been right on the precipice.

She was wanton and wild when she came. Every concern she had was gone from her mind. Her hair was a tangle about her thrashing head, her thighs clenched tightly around my waist. I felt her inner walls clench down rhythmically on my cock in a way that had me coming. It was not something I could resist; it was too decadent and hot and...incredible.

I thrust my hips one final time, filling her to the brink, then I fell over. I growled my pleasure as I gripped her hips. There would be marks there most assuredly, but I would consider them part of a virgin's claiming. Piper wasn't some breakable waif. She reveled and thrived beneath my hand, beneath my body and filled with my cock.

I fell forward, placing all of my weight onto my hand beside her head so our rapid breaths mingled. I was still fully seated as the last few spasms of her inner walls milked the remainder of seed from my cock.

The scent of our joining was pungent and strong in the air, the room warm, but nothing was as appealing as recovering fully embedded in Piper's pussy. I knew I'd have to pull out, but my cock stand had not diminished. I wanted her again, but my randiness would have to hold for at least a few minutes. I needed to assess my bride, to know that she was well after her first fucking. From the small smile that curled the corner of her mouth, the way her skin was flushed yet luminescent in the morning sunshine streaming through the window, I knew she was sated and replete.

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