Page 102 of Outcast
“I’m dying to be in you, but you stop me if I go too fast,” he ordered. “It’s going to hurt. No way around that, but I want you to enjoy it.”
I bit my lip, glancing at his cock, significantly larger than his fingers. “Will you fit?”
He smiled. “Golden boy, your body was made to take me. Don’t worry about that.”
I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Okay, then. Enough waiting.”
He pressed his cockhead against my hole and pushed forward. My rim burned as it stretched wide and then wider yet as he forced his way in.
I hissed in pain, body tensing up.
He stopped, only an inch or two inside me, and stroked a hand up and down my spine. “Easy, Em. Relax. Take a few deep breaths.”
I did as he said, willing my body to unclench and let him move.
Gray reached around, fondling my mostly soft dick, bringing it back to life with a few strokes. Pleasure slowly unfurled, muting the pain.
He kissed my neck, working my erogenous zones, and I moaned as my arousal surged back.
Gray was so patient, kissing and licking and touching me, turning me on until I whimpered with desperation and shoved my ass back for more.
“There you are,” he murmured, tweaking a nipple and rolling his hips forward.
I gasped as my ass spread even further, allowing the widest part of his shaft inside me.
Gray took it slowly, working his hips forward and back, going just an inch deeper with every gentle thrust, until finally he was fully inside.
“You’re so big,” I murmured.
“Mm. You’re so tight.” He caressed one cheek. “You feel incredible.”
I shifted restlessly. “Need you to fuck me.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he teased.
He pulled back, far enough I thought he was going to pull out completely. Just as the ridge of his cockhead caught on my rim, he plunged forward, the full length of him punching into me.
I cried out as he hit my prostate. That must have broken his restraint because he cursed and began fucking me in earnest. I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, holding on for the ride as he held my hips in a bruising grip and pounded into me.
“God, it’s too good,” Gray said between clenched teeth. “Gonna come too soon.”
I made a distressed sound. As good as it felt now that I’d adjusted to the stretch and burn, I was nowhere near coming.
I fumbled for my cock, stroking it as he fucked me.
“Not yet, Gray,” I pleaded. “I can’t get there yet.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Not gonna leave you hanging. I promised you my mouth, my dick, and my ass.”
Huh?
He pulled out of me suddenly, my ass protesting the quick exit.
“What the?—”
He flipped me over, then shoved my body farther up the bed, his hands none too gentle.
My protests died on my lips as he stripped off the condom. My stomach gave a sick twist. Had I ruined everything by telling him I couldn’t come?
