His Lizzie

“Shh, shh, sweetheart… it’s okay. You can take it. I know you can.” he coos softly, his thumb brushing away the tears slowly spilling down your cheeks as he eases forward another inch.

Steve’s always been the patient one in your relationship—this big, soft-hearted man who insisted on taking things slow especially since it’s still so new between you.

Sweet dates, hand holding on quiet walks, soft kisses at your door like some old-fashioned gentleman.

He wanted to take his time, to savor every moment with you but you kept pushing, night after night, begging for more, until he finally caved.

You should’ve listened. You should’ve been more patient—now you’re paying for it, stretched around him, trembling and sobbing before he’s even fully inside.

“Steve—fuck, wait! Too big, please, I can’t—”

Your body shudders, a strangled cry tearing from your lips as the burn hits, walls clenching in protest while your hands push at his chest, heels digging into the mattress as you try to scoot away.

But he's unyielding, his massive frame caging you, one strong forearm holding your hips down while the other hand strokes your jaw tenderly as he pushes deeper, veins throbbing against your trembling core.

"Aw, my poor baby," he croons, his voice soft and teasingly patronizing. "You were the one begging so sweet for my cock. Don't tell me you're tapping out now. Gonna make this tight little pussy take every inch, just like you wanted."

He feeds you more, inch after brutal inch, your walls quivering and tightening around him despite the burn, slick gushing out to coat him as your cries break into shaky, hiccuping gasps.

“That’s my brave girl,” he soothes, a hand sliding down to rub gentle circles over your clit, easing the ache just a little.

Tears spill endlessly from your eyes, blurring his handsome face, but it only fuels him—breath hitching, hips stuttering as he struggles not to lose himself right then and there.

You're thrashing weakly now, head whipping side to side with pitiful little whimpers—“Steve… oh fuck, too much, too full… please slow down”—but he clamps one massive hand over your jaw, gently squashing your face and tilting it up so you can’t look away from those burning blue eyes.

His tongue darts out, lapping greedily at your salty trails, a low, smug purr vibrating against your skin. "Look at you, crying such pretty tears for Daddy's fat cock. Feels good though, doesn’t it? This tight little hole stretching so wide just for me."

Then his restraint shatters—he slams in, balls-deep, each filthy, wet smack echoing as he ruts relentlessly against that perfect spot, until your vision blurs to white.

Sobs tear louder from your throat, your body arching off the sheets as waves of ecstasy surge through the pain, nails leaving red marks across his chest.

“Oh my god, Steve… you feel so good—fuck—yes!”

He chuckles triumphantly, plunging into you with ruthless force, grinding you into the mattress.

“Good girl… taking it all. Gonna pump you so full you'll feel me for days.”