Page 97 of My Fiancé's Brother

His hips pushed up against me, driving his length tighter between my legs. “It'll fit.”

“It just seems so big.”

He shut his eyes and gave a short laugh. “Trust me. It'll fit.”

I continued to draw my fingers up and down the length of him. “How do I do this?”

His eyes opened. He swallowed again. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. There was nothing more I wanted than to lose my virginity to this man. Future be damned. I knew that there was no future between us. I knew that he couldn’t promise me a relationship, but I trusted him. And I wanted my first time to be with him.

“Lift up your hips,” he instructed. I went up on my knees, and he grasped his length so that it was standing up straight. He was breathing harder as he guided it between my legs.

I gasped in shock as I felt the head of him butt up against my entrance. His fingers moved to slide over me. Teasing me. Another hand moved up to play with one of my breasts. My thighs trembled, my breath was jerking in and out. The feeling of his fingers playing with me was making me crazy. I could feel the silky warmth of him pressing up against me, creating the most incredible sensation.

“Jackson,” I whispered, suddenly so unsure of what to do.

His hands moved to my hips, and then he was pulling me slowly down onto him. I felt his hugeness slowly start to penetrate me. His eyes met mine, his face one of intense concentration.

“Oh Jesus,” I said in awe. It felt big and invasive, slowly stretching me around him.

“Emily?” his voice was a question.

I nodded.

He pulled me down a bit further, with excruciating slowness. I could feel him throbbing inside of me. And then he stopped. I hovered over him, my thighs trembling so hard. My whole body was starting to shake.

He lifted his body, so he was sitting up, while his hands still held me poised over him. His mouth pressed against mine. “Put your arms around my neck.”

My hands wrapped around his neck.

“This is going to hurt a bit,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. Then he thrust up with his hips, driving the rest of himself into me.

I cried into his mouth, arching. My body was a complicated mess of throbbing, pulsing desire and sharp biting pain. He flipped me over onto my back, and he was still buried deep inside of me, pinning me to the bed.

“Fuck,” he said harshly, breathing hard against my neck. My legs trembled. My breath was coming out of me in little tiny gasps. The sheer size of him inside of me was a shock. I felt myself convulse around him. I whimpered as I jerked in an attempt to relieve the pressure of him filling me.

He pushed himself up, so he was looking down at me. “Are you okay?”

I stared up at the concern on his face. I took a deep yoga breath and forced myself to relax a bit, adjusting to the massive size of him within me.

“That’s it,” he watched me, his face a mask of concentration.

He shifted his hips slightly, and I felt him press deeper into me. It felt foreign, and the slight friction made my eyes go wide. It was like when his fingers were inside of me only about a thousand times more intense.

He was watching my face. He did it again. This time it felt so good, I bit my lip and moaned.

“You like that? You like it when I move inside of you?”

“Yeah,” I gasped. He was so huge and so powerfully male. It scared me and thrilled me at the same time.

My entire body shuddered as he lifted his hips and slowly pulled himself back out of me, creating the most intense sensations. Hisfingers grabbed my hair, and he pulled my head back, so my neck was arched. And then he was slowly thrusting back into me.

I groaned out loud as the most intense friction vibrated inside of me.

“You feel so fucking incredible,” his voice was low. His entire body was shaking with the effort to control himself.

I moaned as he dipped his head and feasted on my hard nipple. A ripple coursed through my body and I felt myself clench around him. His other hand reached up and pinched my other nipple, tugging at it, causing me to cry out as sensations caused me to twitch around him.

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