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“Had to make sure you were wet enough,” he says, voice guttural. “Didn’t want to hurt you.”
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around the base. He’ssobig—bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. Stroking him feels like holding onto a steel pipe he’s so hard. My thighs fall open wider, hips lifting, welcoming him inside.
“I’m ready,” I say, eyes locked on his.
He lines himself up, and then pushes inside.
And I swear, the world stops spinning when he finally fills me.
Chapter 36 – Lawson
The first inch that I sink into Dani is tight. The kind of tight that makes my hands curl into fists and every muscle in my body lock up.
The second inch has her gasping beneath me and me groaning like I’ve been punched in the gut. Her heat wraps around me like velvet and wet silk.
By the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth inch, my spine is tingling, my thighs trembling, and my balls already drawing up like we’re on the edge of no return.
Seven and eight—andfuck, it’s taking everything I have not to come.
I’m thinking about Cash’s nasty-ass chickens that he's obsessed with, the smell of the brewery bathroom when it hasn't been cleaned in a day, and that time I forgot half my lines in a boardroom presentation just to keep it together, but nothing works because what I really smell is her sweet scent. Her pussyon my fingers, my nose and on my skin. The scent of sex and desire culminating in satisfaction with the woman that I love. And now, she’s wrapped around my cock with nothing between us, the way I've always imagined.
“Shit,” I grit, pressing my forehead to hers. “You’ve gotta relax, baby. Or I’m gonna embarrass myself and blow before we even get going.”
“I’m trying,” she gasps, eyes wide and glassy beneath me. Her pupils are blown, lips swollen, breath shallow. She looks wrecked already. Like mine, in every sense of the word. "It feels so good."
I bring a hand to her cheek, brushing her hair back and cupping her face with a gentleness that betrays just how badly I want to fuck the living hell out of her. “It feels good because it’s us. Now what do you need, sweetheart? What can I do to help you feel comfortable?”
Her throat moves as she swallows. “I amcomfortable,” she says, voice soft and trembling. “I’m just…” She hesitates, eyes darting across my face like she’s searching for something solid to cling to. “I’m overwhelmed. I've never done this without a condom before.”
My whole chest pulls tight. I still inside her, staying rooted deep even as every part of me wants to move. “Do you want me to stop? I can go get one out of my luggage.”
She shakes her head instantly, hips twitching like she’s chasing more friction. “No,” she breathes. “I'm on birth control. And no, I don't want you to stop. I’m overwhelmed in the best way. It’s never felt like this before. Not with anyone.”
I exhale slowly. “Yeah,” I murmur, brushing my lips across hers. “I know exactly what you mean.”
Then I kiss her again, slowly, deep and steady. My hips remain frozen in place, my cock pulsing inside her, but my mouth moves gently over hers, anchoring her, letting her adjust to the full weight of me. My knees are shaking, toes curling from the restraint I'm having to use to not start moving. She moans into my mouth, her body loosening a little beneath me as she rolls her hips slightly into me.
“I’ve gotta move,” I whisper against her lips.
“Please,” she whimpers, “I want more.”
I draw back just enough to watch the way her pussy stretches around me, the way her body clings like she never wants to let me go. “Damn,” I groan watching my cock covered in her arousal come into view. “Look at that.”
“Yes,” she cries, “Yes, Lawson,fuck—you’re so big. You feel so good.”
I thrust back in, slow and deep, burying myself to the hilt again. Her warmth swallows me whole, and when she clenches around me, I nearly lose my mind.
I grab one of her hips, hook her leg over my shoulder, and adjust my angle so I’m hitting her deeper. She gasps—head thrown back, back arching—and I take the opportunity to rub her clit, my thumb circling in tight, wet strokes as I move inside her.
“You have noidea,” I grunt, each word strained as I keep my rhythm steady, “how badly I’ve wanted this. How hard I’ve tried to ignore it.”
She’s a mess beneath me, head tossing, hands roaming over my arms, my chest, her nails dragging down my biceps like she’s trying to memorize the shape of me.
“I think I know,” she breathes out, “because I wanted it too.”
“Oh yeah?” I rock into her harder. “You wanted this?”
She nods frantically, her body meeting mine with every stroke. “I put you in the box.”
