Page 26 of King of the Weld
"Are you ready?" he asks, his voice gentle despite the intensity in his eyes.
"Yes," I whisper, suddenly shy under his gaze.
"Say it again," he commands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. "Louder."
"Yes!" I respond, my voice stronger this time.
Ethan's smile widens. "I love that about you, that fierce fire that sometimes comes out. The same fire that helped you escape, that keeps you fighting."
Before I can respond, he hooks his thumbs on the waistband of his briefs and pushes them down. I actually gasp, nearly choking on my own saliva at the sight of him fully naked.
I've seen images of male anatomy before. Pictures in books, brief glimpses in films. But nothing like this. Ethan is perfect. Thick and long, proportioned just right. No oddities or imperfections, just pure masculine power, proudly erect and ready. For me. Only for me.
Slowly, I spread my legs wider, feeling how wet I am, how ready for him. Ethan moves over me, his large body covering mine completely as he positions himself at my entrance. The blunt pressure of him pushing inside makes me bite my lower lip, my head tilting back as I stare at the ceiling, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation.
"Relax," he murmurs, brushing hair from my face. "Breathe deeply. I'll go slowly. We have all the time in the world."
I hope so. God, I hope so. I want the world with this man.
Ethan moves with restraint, watching my face for any sign of pain, easing back whenever I tense. Then something changes, and suddenly there's only pleasure. Pure, overwhelming pleasure that makes me gasp.
Ethan doesn't stop, maintaining a steady rhythm that builds the tension coiling inside me. Surprisingly vocal, he groans and grunts with each thrust, telling me how good I feel, how perfect I am. His hands seem to be everywhere, cupping my breasts, gripping my thighs, sliding beneath me to lift my hips for a deeper angle.
I feel devoured, possessed in the most primal way by this giant of a man who has become my protector, my sanctuary. I glance at his face as he moves above me. His expression intense, focused, sweat beading on his forehead and running down his shoulders. His jaw is clenched, veins standing out in his neck from the effort of maintaining control.
"Get on your hands and knees," he suddenly commands.
I blink up at him for a moment, then a playful smirk crosses my face as I obey, rolling over and attempting to position myself as I've seen in movies. I push my ass up and try to arch my back, but I have no idea if I'm doing it right. I must look ridiculous, and I feel a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck.
"Like this?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder.
The look on Ethan's face erases any doubt. His half-lidded eyes are fixed on my naked body with such hunger that my embarrassment transforms instantly into arousal.
"Fucking perfect," he growls, positioning himself behind me.
His large hands grip my hips firmly, almost bruisingly, and then he's slamming into me with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. Gone is the gentle lover from moments ago, now replaced by a primal and untamed desire. Each thrust is merciless, driving deep, making me cry out and clutch desperately at the sheets.
"Oh god, Ethan!" I gasp, my body jolting forward with each powerful thrust.
"Take it," he grunts, one hand sliding up my spine to press between my shoulder blades. "Take all of me."
Just when I think I might shatter from the intensity, he pulls out abruptly.
"Lie flat," he orders, and I comply instantly, stretching out on my belly.
The bed dips as he moves over me, his muscular body covering mine completely. I feel small beneath him, caged in by his arms as he positions himself.
"So deep," I moan, my face half-buried in the pillow as he buries himself to the hilt.
His weight presses me into the mattress, his chest against my back, his breath hot on my neck as he resumes his relentless pace.
"Ethan, I'm close," I warn him, gripping the sheets beside me, smiling at him between increasingly desperate moans.
What I say next is insane, reckless, driven purely by instinct and emotion: "Finish inside me," I beg. "Be the first, and hopefully the last, man to ever do it. I'd never forgive myself if I wasted this moment."
There's no hesitation in his response, no flicker of doubt or regret. His pace quickens, thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more insistent. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall as if the world itself is coming apart at the seams.
Ethan leans forward, gripping the sheets on either side of my head, his muscles straining as he drives into me one final time. I feel the pulsing of his cock deep inside me, hot spurts of cum that trigger my own climax, sending me spiraling into ecstasy so intense I cry out his name.
