For a second, I couldn't believe my ears. I had to ask again, all excited, "Really? You sure you won't regret it?"
"No regrets," Scarlett shook her head, then pulled me close and kissed me.
I was a bit taken aback but quickly got my bearings. I grabbed the back of her head and took charge, pulling Scarlett in for a deeper kiss.
I teased her lips with my tongue, and she opened up, letting me explore her mouth.
Scarlett followed my lead, her tongue dancing with mine.
As I moved my hips, I lined up my cock with her pussy, gently rubbing against it.
Just as I was about to slide in, I hesitated, and couldn't help but think, 'What if Scarlett regretted it once I was inside? What if I was too big and hurt her?'
Feeling my hard cock against her, Scarlett's legs tightened involuntarily, almost making me lose it.
I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to come, and rasped, "Easy, babe. Don't hurt it."
Scarlett quickly spread her legs, and I knelt between them.
Seeing her obedient demeanor, I knew she was ready. If I waited any longer, she'd probably push me to get on with it.
I positioned myself, guiding my cock to her entrance, and started to slide in.
Just as the tip entered, there was a knock on the door.
Of course, it had to be Ryan, probably here to sweet-talk Scarlett.
I and Scarlett exchanged a look, each hoping the other would deal with him.
"Scarlett, I messed up. Don't sleep here. Come back to our room, okay?" Ryan called from outside.
He must've thought I was at Sophia's place, and I felt a wave of relief.
I pressed Scarlett's flat stomach, signaling her to answer.
She looked at me and shouted, "Dream on! I won't forgive you! You told me to find someone else, right? Fine! I'll do it tomorrow!"
"Don't, Scarlett. I was just mad. Don't take it seriously," Ryan pleaded.
"No! Get out! I'm sleeping here tonight!" Scarlett shot back.
"Please, my beautiful, sweet, and generous love. How about I buy you something? A bag, a necklace, a bracelet. Please forgive me," Ryan begged.
Scarlett was about to refuse again, but I gave her a hint by squeezing her breast, and she reluctantly gave in.
"Well, it depends on what you buy. If I don't like it, I won't forgive you," she said.
"Okay, okay, as long as you give me this chance, I'll go get you a gift right now!" Ryan replied, sounding relieved.
We heard hurried footsteps as he rushed off, and soon the sound of a car engine starting up outside.
With Ryan gone, Scarlett and I finally relaxed. We could pick up where we left off.
I held Scarlett's knees with one hand and slowly slid my cock back into her pussy.
Scarlett gasped and grabbed my arm, her nails digging in.
I paused, concerned. "What's wrong, Scarlett? Does it hurt?"
She nodded, looking pained. "Yeah, it hurts."
"Should I go slower?" I asked gently.
"Yes, please."
Even though I thought I was being gentle, seeing her in pain made me want to be even more careful.
If any other woman had asked me to be gentler, I might not have stopped unless I was uncomfortable too. But Scarlett was different. She was my girl, and seeing her in pain made me feel awful.
I eased my cock in a bit more, but Scarlett cried out again, lifting her feet off the bed.
Then that was a big trouble.
"Maybe Ryan's penis is smaller, and my pussy isn't used to your size. How about we take it slow and just stay on the outside for now?" Scarlett suggested.
Just then, a spam message lit up the phone on the bedside table. It was already nine at night.
Considering how tight Scarlett was, it would take us a while to adjust to each other. Given my strong stamina, we'd need more than two hours to finish properly.
I nodded. "Alright, next time, we'll have more time, and I'll make sure to make you feel amazing."
"Okay, I'll wait for that day," she said.
I leaned over Scarlett again, bracing myself on either side of her, and started thrusting gently at her entrance.
Even though I wasn't fully inside, the feeling of her soft, tight pussy around the tip of my cock was incredible.
Scarlett moaned softly, clearly enjoying it.
"How does it feel? Good?" I asked, panting.
Scarlett was too shy to answer, just nodding weakly with a flushed face.
Her response was enough for me.
Watching her round, plump breasts bounce with my movements, I couldn't resist reaching out to squeeze one, gently kneading it and pinching the nipple until it stood up.
Her breasts seemed to be calling to me. My throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard before lowering my head to take one of her breasts into my mouth.