Page 52 of Broken Ice, Mended Hearts

“I mean it. This won’t be good for either of us if it isn’t good for both.”

“I’ll know, but I need you inside me, Sven.”

After leaning over for a kiss, he got into position. I flinched when the tip of his cock touched my hole. Rounded and wet, it seemed heavy, and I remembered how it looked when he was fully erect—a bit like a club, but a club that had already brought me untold pleasure. I gazed into his eyes. “Please.”

“I’ve dreamed about this.”

“Give it to me, D-man.”

He pushed. At first, nothing happened, and then the ring of muscles gave way. The burn was incredible. “Stop.”

“You all right?”

Tears had sprung to my eyes because it felt like he’d shoved a tree up my ass. I squirmed, trying to get more comfortable, but it didn’t help. “Fuck. Why did you stick the whole thing in?”

For a second, he seemed ready to laugh. “I didn’t,” he said. “It’s only the head.”

“God almighty! I know you’re huge, but…fuck!”

He grunted. “We’ll stop. You can top me.”

“No.”

“But if you don’t like it…”

“Iwantthis,” I said as sweat trickled down my cheek. “Can we try again?”

Leaning over for a kiss, he whispered, “Bear down. It makes it easier.”

He was right. Some of the discomfort had already faded, and when I bore down, he slid the rest of the way inside. I was jam-packed with his cock, with all my nerve endings screaming from the stretch, but his glazed eyes and the vague smile I associated with his O face calmed me. He leaned over to kiss me again, and I belonged to him. With his fat dick up my ass and his tonguein my mouth, I was fully possessed. The sense of safety I’d felt earlier was back.

He broke the kiss and whispered, “You okay, tough guy?”

“Start moving. Slow at first.”

He pushed up on his elbows and pulled his dick nearly all the way out, then pushed back in to the hilt. On the knife’s edge, I groaned.

“Babe?”

“It’s better now. Feeling good.”

“You are so goddamn tight.” His voice broke into a groan. “Never fucked such a tight ass.”

He thrust his hips, and I moaned as he picked up speed. I was full—not only with his dick deep inside me, but also with the contentment of what we were doing. “Deeper,” I choked out. “Show me what you’ve got.”

The sense of fullness increased, and the nerves were so sensitive I imagined I could feel him behind my navel.

“Okay?” He plunged into me harder. “You feel amazing.”

“Fuck, it’s good. Don’t stop.”

The pain had gone, now replaced by sordid pleasure. He kissed me again and somehow gathered me in his arms. He was trailing kisses across my throat when he changed his angle and dinged my prostate. The eruption of pleasure was immediate, knocking the breath out of me as much as a body check ever had.

Panting, he showed me a crooked smile. “Like that?”

Before I could answer, he thrust into my gland again, and as electricity sizzled through me, he did it over and over. Sensations I’d never known overwhelmed me as he held me close and pounded me harder. Reaching between us, I grasped my rigid dick and started jerking off. This was the best sex I’d ever had, and I was already desperate to come. I’d never felt more cared for, more secure, more treasured. The sexual pleasure was stunning, but the sense of being one with Svenwas everything. Sex had always been incredible, but it had never been transformational.

He pushed up on his elbows and our gazes locked. Grunts and moans became our only vocabulary besides the emotions radiating from our eyes. He fucked me relentlessly, grunting and mumbling in Swedish while I moved my hips, pushing up to meet his every thrust. He soon pinned me to the mattress, gripping my hips and giving it to me hard while tears ran down the sides of my face, a reaction to the most phenomenal experience of my life.

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