Page 39 of Resist

“Please,” she said, her voice hoarse from her cries.

Coulton’s hands slipped under her ass again, lifting her until her opening was even with his waist, his thick cock resting between the drenched lips of her pussy.

“Guide me inside,” he demanded.

Ainsley grabbed him, placing the head of his dick right where she wanted it.

Coulton pressed in until the tip was buried, then froze.

She remembered at the same time he did. “I’m on birth control.”

Coulton didn’t say more, taking that information as permission, which it was. He slammed into the hilt as she screamed, his cock buried deep, her pussy stretched tightly around it.

“Goddamn,” Coulton groaned. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck me,” she said, when he held steady. She needed him to move. Now.

“Take a second. Let your body adjust.”

“Coulton,” she whined.

He teased her earring with his tongue, then his lips pressed to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Ainsley. Going to give you everything you want. But only as soon as you’re ready. Because I made a promise. You’re safe with me, and I’m not going to hurt you.”

She blinked rapidly, shocked when her vision was suddenly clouded by tears.

She knew what he meant, knew he meant he wouldn’t hurt her physically. Her head had interpreted it correctly.

But her heart. That fickle organ heard his words a different way. The wrong way.

Every man she’d ever known had hurt her.

Every.

Single.

One.

So the idea that Coulton wouldn’t…

That isn’t what he meant, Ainsley.

So much for her wiser, stronger heart.

“You’re crying.” Coulton ran his thumb under her eye, frowning. She caught the shimmer of wetness there.

“You aren’t hurting me,” she quickly reassured him, when he started to lift her off him, her words coming out louder and harsher than she intended as she wrapped her ankles around his waist tightly, refusing to let him go.

Her words had two meanings as well.

Physically, she wasn’t feeling any pain.

And as for emotionally, he wouldn’t hurt her. Because she wouldn’t let him.Couldn’tlet him. She’d had enough heartache to last her a lifetime.

He studied her face for a beat or two longer, and she sensed his hesitancy.

“I swear,” she added.

Coulton nodded, kissed her, then gave her exactly what he’d promised.

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