Chapter 113 : "Get on your knees and hands"

Ibrahim crawled towards Ava on the bed, his body gathering above her. He positioned himself between her legs and reached for the protection and put on the protection. 

As Ibrahim carefully rolled the protection on, Ava took a deep, shaky breath. "Ib… Ibrahim," she stammered, " it's my first time." 

"Don't worry, Baby Girl. I'll take good care of you," he said while parting her legs apart. 

Ibrahim shifted, supporting his weight on one hand and the other hand, he swirled his manhood in a slow, teasing circle before the entrance to her pleasure. The tip danced just beyond the threshold.

Ava arched her back, pressing her hips into the mattress, a silent plea for him to end the tantalizing torture. Each teasing swirl felt like a brushfire licking at the edges of her control, setting her soul ablaze. Her muscles clenched and unclenched, a desperate attempt to find solace in the friction of silk against skin, to quell the tremor running through her veins. 

Ibrahim's eyes watched her, savoring the way she squirmed beneath his gaze. He saw the flicker of fear battling with the spark of raw desire, the innocence melting away under the heat of his touch, "This is just the beginning. I'm going to paint constellations on your body with every touch, make you see heaven tonight."

Ibrahim dipped the tip just enough to breach the barrier before retracting with a swiftness that left her gasping for air. And a sudden jolt of shock ripped through her.

 "Oh," she gasped, the word a strangled cry ripped from her throat. The pain was sharp sliced through her like a blade. It wasn't the sweet sting of pleasure she had anticipated, but a searing, white-hot pain. The raw ache that brought tears to her eyes, blurring the image of his handsome face above her. 

"I… I can't… it hurts… so much," Her hand flew to his chest, nails digging into the taut flesh, a futile attempt to push him back, to escape the searing invasion. 

Ibrahim was unfazed as ever. But his control was needed at that time. 'Trust me. The pain will go soon. It'll just take some seconds. You can handle, Baby Girl. You can. Just let me in."

But his words did little to soothe the storm raging within her. With each agonizing push, his manhood felt like a foreign invader, stretching the walls of her innocence until they threatened to tear. Pain bloomed across her lower abdomen, radiating in waves of fire that pulsed down Ava's thighs.

The innocence she had held so dear, the carefully constructed fortress of her virginity, was under siege. Two crimson tears, harbingers of a battle lost, stained the sheets beneath them. Her hymen, the fragile barrier between girlhood and womanhood, was finally giving way.

Ibrahim moved slowly, agonizingly slowly, each inch a new battlefield. Ava felt her insides stretch thin by his relentless pressure, protested with each inch he gained. But his dick being impossibly long, had not fully entered inside Ava.

"It doesn't even fit," Ava sobbed, her voice thick with despair. "It hurts… I wouldn't have agreed if I knew…"

"It won't be enjoyable if there's no pain," Ibrahim told her. "Where there's pain, there's gain."

Ibrahim took Ava's legs and placed them over his shoulders, positioning himself between her spread legs. This position allowed him to penetrate her deeply, and he took full advantage of it as he pushed his dick inside of her.

The first movement sent a jolt through Ava's body, causing her to roll her eyes in a mixture of surprise and discomfort. The pain, though expected, felt different in this new arrangement. She couldn't believe how much it hurt. Ava had never felt anything like this before, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it.

Ibrahim's thrusts were powerful and intense, and Ava could feel herself being lifted off the bed with each stroke, her back arching as she tried to accommodate his movements. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, nipples hardening under the strain. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure and pain through Ava's body.

Ava's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to steady herself. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mix of pain and ecstasy etched on her face. She could feel every inch of Ibrahim's dick inside her, filling her up in a way that made her feel both vulnerable and powerful. 

"Slow down, please," Ava managed to choke out. 

Ibrahim smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and satisfaction. "I won't, baby girl," he growled, his voice low and sultry. "Your pussy can't take a rest tonight." 

Ava's body trembled with each thrust, her muscles inside her clenching around Ibrahim's manhood as she tried to slow him down. But Ibrahim was relentless, his movements growing more intense with each passing moment. Even her legs trembled slightly with the force of each entry, but she never let go of Ibrahim's neck as Ibrahim was holding them in place. 

Each thrust was a silent prayer, each sigh a whispered incantation. Ibrahim had waited for this moment, worshipped it from afar, like a pilgrim yearning for the first glimpse of temple. His patience, once a taut bowstring, now sang with release. He wasn't just taking, he was giving, offering his own spirit in every deep stroke, "I know your legs are shaking but..... but I'm not done yet, baby girl." His voice was rough and sexy at the same time. 

The pain that Ava had felt before was gone, replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure that seemed to radiate from her core. She moaned, her voice rising and falling in a rhythm that matched Ibrahim's thrusts. Her moans were like a siren's song, calling out to Ibrahim and urging him on. She didn't even know how many times she called Ibrahim's name.... Not called ... She screamed.

Moment passed, and with one final thrust, Ibrahim released his cum onto the protection. Ava could feel the warmth of the liquid through the protection. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the encounter had finally come to an end.

But to her dismay, Ibrahim reached over to another fresh protection, tossing the used one into the room's dustbin beside the bed. Ava sighed, her body aching from the exertion, "No, no, no. It's enough for today." 

"Get on your knees and hands," Ibrahim commanded.

Ava's mouth fell open, "What!" 

Ibrahim cupped her cheeks and then again repeated, "Aren't you my Baby Girl? Listen to your big bad wolf please."

And who could resist a man like Ibrahim? His jawline, chiseled by the hand of Zeus, framed eyes that held galaxies of unspoken passions. His body, a temple carved from the finest marble, hummed with an energy that crackled in the air. He was a whirlwind of contradictions, a warrior with a poet's heart, a beast with a velvet touch.

Slowly, she turned. Her hands, like pale lilies, pressed into the cool sheets, her knees, soft and yielding, sank into the mattress. The mirror on the wall was showing her erotic pose, her body bent over with her ass in the air.

Ibrahim entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her back onto his manhood. This time, it went deeper than ever before, his manhood filling her up in a way that made her gasp with pleasure. Each thrust was harder than the last, his hips slapping against her ass with a force that made her body tremble. 

Her scream, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, was like the cry of a wild animal, a call to the heavens that echoed through the room. Her body trembled with each stroke, her breasts swaying back and forth as she struggled to keep her balance. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of Ibrahim's heavy breathing.

Ava could feel herself on the edge of release once more, her muscles clenching around Ibrahim's manhood as she prepared to let go, "It's too much, Ibrahim." 

But Ibrahim was not done yet, his thrusts growing more intense with each passing moment, "So. The more, the better. Don't you like it?" 

He squeezed her breast, a demand for more, a plea for Ava to give him everything she had.

"Yes, I like it," she managed to say, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and submission. 

Ibrahim wanted to her more....He squeezed her breast harder.

"I... I like.... I like it daddy..." Ava screamed. And with that, she gave herself over to Ibrahim, a woman surrendering to the power of her lover's embrace.

Ibrahim wanted to take his time and make this last as long as possible, but he couldn't help but feel the urge to cum. As he felt himself getting closer, he stopped for a moment to manage his time. He didn't want to cum just yet; he wanted to savor every moment with Ava. His dick was still inside Ava, and he didn't want to pull out yet. 

Ava felt like she couldn't catch her breath. She was panting heavily. She felt like she needed more air, but her lungs were refusing to cooperate. Ibrahim's hands traced over her hips, his touch rough and possessive.

"Your hips are round," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So perfectly round. I wanna.....I wanna bite them, mark them as mine."

Ava replied, "Don't you dare."

Ibrahim chuckled and said, "Okay for today, I'll obey you, but one day, I'll take full advantage of your round ass."

He grabbed her waist and held her in place. Then he started to thrust again. Ava clenched the bedsheets tightly again. 

Her breathing became more labored, and her body felt like it was on the verge of exploding. She couldn't believe how good this felt.

Ibrahim's hips clutched tightly as he was thrusting with great force. Then he came for the second time. He felt like he had run a marathon... But he knew he wanted to run more, thrust more and have Ava more. The was still young for them... still young. 

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