Page 144 of Little Sunshine

I have to do this.

He removed his finger, only to plunge two back in.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“No, not God,” he said against me, the vibration of his words adding to the sensory onslaught. “Daddy.”

I was right back on the edge. Teetering. My heart slammed as if I leaned over a cliff and stared down into the nothingness that awaited me.

My body was ready to leap.

But Ash stopped.

That time my protest wasn’t a distressed noise. It was a growled threat. “If you don’t let me finish, I’m going to die.”

His chuckle rumbled against me as he lapped at my pussy while his thumb lightly teased my clit. Both were light. Too light.

“Or kill you. Probably both,” I said.

“Told you, I have to get you ready.”

“I’m ready. I don’t think I could get more ready. I’ve been ready since I turned around and saw you for the first time at Moonlight.”

Ash’s big body froze. After a long moment, he moved to cover me again. My legs spread to accommodate him, and his cock pressed against me. He thrust, coating himself in my slick arousal before shifting back to fist his cock.

My mouth went dry.

Another thing for a different time.

Positioning the head at my entrance, he didn’t stop to talk. Or ask if I was sure. There was no reason for it, and I was relieved he didn’t prolong my torture.

He switched to a different kind.

With more control than I had, he went achingly slow as he pressed in. Barely any of his length. Just the tip.

I already felt full.

Holding his weight off me with one hand, he used the other to pin my pelvis in place as he rocked into me. Easing in inch by way too many inches.

My breaths hissed between my clenched teeth, though they did no good. I felt like I was breathing too much yet somehow not enough. My vision blurred, and I closed my eyes as I fought to hold the tears back with sheer will.

One fell anyway.

“Look at me.”

I forced my lids open.

Ash’s hazel eyes seared into me as he thrust deeper. Dipping down, he didn’t wipe my tear away. He trailed his tongue over it before taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. When I couldn’t do more than pant through the burn of being torn in two, he moved his hand from my hip to hold my jaw open so he could continue taking.

My mouth.

My body.

My virginity.

My everything.

His fingers squeezed my cheeks to the point of pain. It distracted my focus from the fiery stretch as he gave one last forceful thrust.

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