Page 118 of Breakout
“Stop teasing me.”
“You need to learn patience,” I growl, pulling my fingers out to lube them up once more.
This time, I push three in, staying in tune with her body as I keep things nice and slow.
“Where’s your vibrator?” I ask her.
“What?”
“Your vibrator. I know you have one. Where is it?”
She looks over her shoulder at me before she points to a drawer to our right. I keep fingering her ass as I use my free hand to open the drawer. It takes some shuffling around before I find it hidden in the back. I test the little bullet, smiling when it vibrates.
Turning it back off, I drag it through her pussy, collecting her arousal all over it. Then I press it into her clit, turning it on.
Peyton damn near jumps off the bed as my fingers go as deep as they can into her ass.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” she gasps.
I turn it back off, giving her a second. She is panting as I continue to slowly finger her ass.
“You ready for the real thing? It’s going to be much bigger and will probably hurt. You can change your mind at any time.”
“I want this with you, Beck. I won’t change my mind.”
Leaning over her back, I press a kiss to her lips before I pull back and start the process of coating my cock in lube. Once I feel she is ready, I position myself at her ass. Then I push forward slowly. Her ass resists, making it hard to enter.
I stroke her back. “Relax. Take a deep breath.”
She does as I ask, the tenseness fading from her body. Then she angles her hips up, taking the head of my cock inside her ass.
“Oh god,” she moans, her body tightening up again.
I pause, drawing my fingers over her back as she adjusts.
“Move, Beck,” she demands.
I chuckle. “Honey, I’ve only got the head in. You still have eight more inches to go. This isn’t going to be a fast thing. I’m taking my time.”
“Okay. Give me more.”
I open the lube, pouring it where my cock is in her ass before I press in further. She hisses, making me stop. She attempts to press back into me, but I hold her hips.
“Bad girl. We don’t rush this.”
“I want to feel it all. Give it to me, or else I’ll take it.”
“Big words for a woman trapped underneath me. We do this at my pace. Sit back and enjoy the ride. I’ve never once not made you feel good.”
“I know. Fuck. I know.” She buries her face into the pillows.
“Tell me the truth. Are you rushing this because you are that horny or because it hurts?”
“Both,” she admits.
“Going faster will make it hurt more, but I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “Have you ever done this before?”
