Chapter 6 Painting Passions

So, like clockwork, George whipped out a condom and dropped his pants. He slipped it on and moseyed back over to Ellie.
Even in the dim light, his rock-hard erection was impossible to miss, especially given the circumstances.
Ellie only gave it a quick glance, but that was enough to reignite the fire inside her.
Her body remembered all too well what that thing could do, so her legs turned to jelly and her stomach did a flip. Her little hole clenched on its own, and warm liquid oozed out with every twitch.
She knew exactly what that meant.
Without thinking, she tried to close her legs, but George was quicker. He grabbed her knee, knelt between her legs, and yanked down her pajama bottoms and underwear in one swift move.
Feeling even more embarrassed, she shut her eyes and tried to relax, going along with his actions, letting him strip her pants off.
George tossed the pants aside like they were nothing, his eyes drinking in her naked form beneath him. He swallowed hard, hooked one of her legs over his elbow, and pressed his thick, hard cock against her wet, soft entrance.
The scorching, solid touch made Ellie gasp, her body tensing up, and her little hole clenching tight.
Tighter than before.
It wasn't that she wanted to resist, but he was just too big for her.
Every time he went in, she felt uncomfortably stretched, and it hurt a bit too.
Her body had memorized that sensation, so it instinctively fought back...
She still remembered their first time on their wedding night.
He struggled for ages before finally getting in. The tearing pain made her cry out, and he freaked out, pulling out immediately.
He was so scared he didn't even try again for a whole week.
Then, just a week later, he got a call for a business trip. He was gone for over three months before they tried again.
George could feel her tension and said in a husky voice, "Relax, it'll be okay once I'm in."
"Mm," Ellie murmured, trying her best to relax.
George didn't say anything else, just held his breath.
His other hand slid under her lower back, his rough, big hand lifting her butt a bit to get a better angle.
The thin rubber of the condom couldn't block the warm, wet, and soft feel of her tiny hole. George fought the urge to just slam in and instead eased in bit by bit.
His swollen, hard cock stretched her tight opening, it was scorching... with each push, the surrounding flesh gave way.
The feeling of him gradually filling her made her hole feel both numb and painful.
At the same time, a weird itchiness crept up her inner walls, making her want to moan.
But she didn't dare, afraid he'd worry she was in pain. She bit her lower lip, turning all the moans that bubbled up into low, stifled groans.
Ellie furrowed her delicate eyebrows, her small hands gripping the sheets beneath her, and her slender body jolting with each of his thrusts, especially when he went in harder...
"Mm-ha—" It went in.
"Hiss..." He didn't fully come in, but she clamped down on him, the tight, suffocating grip making George's scalp tingle.
A jolt of electric pleasure shot up his spine.
"Don't squeeze so tight, relax..." His voice was hoarse, almost like it was stuck in his chest.
Ellie's eyes were filled with tears, and she was panting with her mouth slightly open.
She couldn't relax at all.
It was too much for her, and the mix of tingling pain made her feel like she was being turned inside out. It was a sensation she feared but also craved.
"No, I can't... Mm... It's too swollen..."
The intense sense of fullness made her want to cry and scream, like there was something in her chest and throat that wanted to burst out...