Page 86 of Craving Consequences

“I won’t.”

He leans over me, one hand fixed just next to my head. the other at his fastener. The hard flex and roll of muscles are unmistakable in the crisper light of the clearing. There is no missing anything as his powerful body pushes between my willing thighs. When he frees his cock a second time, I’m transfixed. Terrified and excited. It hangs between us flushed and leaking, a smooth spear textured with veins that pulse with every stroke of his fist.

“Last chance,” he murmurs gently. “Tell me now if you want to stop.”

My arms close around his shoulders, pull him down to me. “Don’t. Please.”

Rather than slam home and end the task, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me. It’s the kind that curls down to my toes. It’s sweet, and patient, and loving.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promises, coming down to brace on his forearm. “Hold on to me.”

I nod only to break off with a cry when the hard head of his cock nudges my entrance. The cap stretches the ring.

“Van...”

“Shhh,” he whispers, voice tight. “Open for me, Evie.”

I’m trying, but the girth of him, the sheer strain of something that size sinking into me, has panic welling up in my chest.

“You’re too big,” I grunt through gritted teeth. “Hurts...”

“You can take it. You were made to stretch for me.”

Tears collect at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t stop him. Even as the pressure burns through me and the pain has me wanting to push him away, I cling to him. I dig my nails into his shoulders and watch as he tries to rock himself in.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good,” Lachlan murmurs from his reclined place next to me.

I want to argue he’s wrong — I feel like a failure — when he slips a hand down my belly and finds my clit. The tease has me clinching, eliciting a grunt from Van.

“Don’t make her tighter,” he growls at his friend. “She’s already so small.”

I do like the look of him like this. It’s a strange thing to notice when the discomfort is all-consuming but seeing himtrying to get all of that beautiful meat inside me, to fill me, has my body shuddering. My core heats, excited all over again to feel him stretching me.

“Fuck...” he groans as my fresh arousal coats him. “What are you thinking about?”

It’s hard to avoid eye contact when he’s inches from my face, but I stare at his lips when I whisper, “You, stretching me.”

Van’s smirk is dark and predatory as he bucks a little harder. “You want me to ruin this tight little cunt until you can’t take anyone but me?”

My breath catches. My thighs quiver.

“Please.”

Without taking his eyes off me, Van calls for his friend. “Lach.”

“On it,” Lachlan says without even being told.

His fingers return to my clit, but it’s his lips at my ear that has my back lifting off the blanket. Has my heels gouging into the earth for leverage as I lift to take Van deeper.

“I’ve dreamt of seeing your tight little cunt stretched. Dreamt of it, used and leaking all over my cock as I make you take every inch.”

“Lach...” I gasp

“That’s it,” Van hisses. “Don’t stop. Fucking need to breed you, baby. Need to fill you with my cum. I need to be inside you to do that.”

“You’re going to be so slippery with his jizz filling your pussy,” Lachlan breathes. “I’m going to slide right in. Going to add my cum. Get you so full before we take you home.”

“Jesus Christ, what are you saying to her? She’s leaking all over my cock.”

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