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“Baby, you must be sore. I took you—hard—barely a half hour ago. Even if ithadn’tbeen your first time…you’re bruised inside, chafed. You’ll be walking weird for a few days.”
Squeezing him in my palm, I rise onto my knees and kiss him again, loving how his groan vibrates my lips and quivers through my entire body.
“I don’tfeelsore.” I look into his eyes, stroking him softly, wanting him to see that I’m telling the truth, wanting him to see the strength of my need.
“You sure?” He looks into my eyes as he slides his thick index finger between my legs, thrusting it inside me hard and twisting it, letting me feel his skull ring, as if he wants to prove me wrong.
I gasp in pleasure, sliding my hips forward to take in more of him, trying to recreate the earlier friction.
“See?” I say. “Not sore.”
“My cock is bigger than my finger,” he says in an almost growl, his expression conflicting with desire and concern as he grinds and twists his finger inside me.
I grip him more tightly. “I’m well aware of that.” Tugging his cock, I pull him forward.
“Shit.” He falls into me. “Fuck!” He hisses. He pushes my knees farther apart on the sofa and presses a second finger inside me.
I arch my pelvis, trying to pull him deeper.
“You’re really not sore?” His eyes widen full of wonder and lust. “Most human women would be raw after that pounding.”
I shake my head as my hips pump, sliding me over his fingers, pulling them deep inside me, loving how they’re stroking my insides, even if they aren’t satisfying me like his cock did.
My knee slips off the edge of the sofa and his fingers drive even deeper, joined by a third, and all his top knuckles strike my folds, almost like a punch. Awkwardly, I thrust my hips against his hand and he keeps me from falling with his other arm. I am completely out of control. My body is fully driving the bus now.
“Okay, baby.” His voice lowers. “Okay. Okay. Slow down.” His tone is gentle, as if taming a wild animal, and that’s how I feel. Wild, out of control, and so needy, so desperate. Not myself, but I don’t care about that.
He pulls his fingers out and licks them, closing his eyes in pleasure.
“Fuck.” He sucks hard on his digits. “Ember. I warn you. There is no way I’m going to be able to hold back this time.”
Chapter Sixteen
Ember
“I don’t wantyou to hold back. Don’t holdanythingback.Please.” Lying on the sofa, I spread my legs wide as he removes his pants and tosses them away.
“I’ve never felt so alive,” I tell him, “and so strong, so…so on fire.”
Standing next to the sofa, he strokes my legs as he trains his gaze on my slick sex. His huge hands span my thighs, his fingertips meeting around my legs and then traveling down to my ankles and back, teasing my skin, making me writhe with desire. Slowly, his gaze travels up to meet mine.
Looking straight into my eyes, it’s like he truly sees me, like I don’t have any secrets from him, and I wish that I didn’t. I don’t think I can talk at the moment, but if I could, I’d tell him everything—about my mother, my recurring nightmares, my fear that I’m crazy.
Not only do I want him to know everything personal about me, I’d give him every one of my PINs and passwords, if it got him inside me more quickly.
Taking his cock in one hand, he kneels one leg on the sofa between my spread legs, and my insides pulse with anticipation, my wetness seeping out. Can he see it?
Trembling, I wait for him to move over me, to push that hard cock inside. But instead he reaches down and lifts me off the sofa.
In a flash, he lifts me into the air and brings me down hard, impaling me on his cock. The movement’s so fast that my body reacts and I cry out, before my mind fully registers what he’s done.
My hands land on his shoulders and then I cup one behind his head as we look into each other’s eyes. I start to recover from the quick stab of pain and absorb his massive invasion.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod, my body now adjusted to his girth and length, and the sharp pain of penetration morphs into pleasure, as he fills every last inch of me.
“You absolutely sure you’re not too sore?” he asks.
