Page 9 of Edge
Another shallow push. Her lips parted on a broken moan.
“Yeah,” I groaned, the sound ripped out of me. “Fuck, yes. Take me. Take it all the way.”
Her walls clenched hard around me, and I almost lost it, nearly slammed in the way my body demanded. The only thing stopping me was knowing how much it would split her open too fast.
Finally, with one last shallow thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my balls snug against her skin. My jaw locked, every muscle wired tight, and sweat dripped down my spine.
I stilled. Forced myself to breathe even though I was one heartbeat from snapping. My thumb brushed the corner of her eye, catching a stray tear before it fell.
“You okay?” I asked, voice low, ragged.
She nodded, biting her lip. “It hurts a little.”
“I know, baby.” My crooked smile twisted darkly as I kissed her jaw, my whisper hot against her ear. “But I’m about to make it a fuck of a lot better.”
Her body adjusted around me, and when I pushed deeper, she gasped—sharp at first, then broken into something sweeter. Her back bowed, chest pressing into mine, hard nipples digging into my skin as pleasure sparked across her face.
“There it is.” I dragged my hips back, then drove forward harder, setting a rhythm meant to brand her from the inside out. “That’s what I wanted. Feel me, baby. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I released her hands, and her nails clawed into my shoulders while small, desperate sounds tumbled from her lips as her body rocked with mine.
“Edge!” she cried out, and I stopped. Froze.
It was wrong. All wrong.
“Tatum,” I grunted.
“W-what?” she asked, clearly confused.
“You call me Tatum, Callie,” I demanded. “And that’s the name you scream when you’re coming so hard you forget your own name.”
“Please, don’t stop, Tatum,” she whispered.
“Fuck!” I shouted. Hearing my name fall from her lush lips while her inner walls squeezed my dick nearly pushed me into an orgasm.
“Say it again,” I ordered.
“Tatum.”
“Louder!” I snarled.
“Tatum! Yes! Yes!” she screamed.
I was so damn close, but I held tight to my control and picked up the brutal rhythm. Dropping my mouth to her throat, I bit down until she gasped, then licked the sting away, my tongue tracing her racing pulse. I moved lower, catching a nipple between my teeth, tugging until she cried out before soothing with my tongue, relentless with the rhythm below.
“Good girl,” I rasped, voice gone gravel. “That’s it—ride my cock, take what I give you. You’re mine now. Say it.”
“Yours,” she breathed, the word catching in her throat as another moan chased it. “Yes! Tatum!”
My control frayed with every clench of her hot, wet pussy around me. She was tight, silky, gripping me like she neverwanted to let me go. And then it hit me—raw and brutal. The reason it felt so fucking good.
No condom. Bare.Shit!
She was a virgin, so she probably wasn’t on birth control.
Fucking hell. I could get her pregnant.
The thought detonated in my skull like C4. My vision blurred at the edges, my sanity officially slipping its leash. A feral growl ripped from my chest as I snapped my hips harder, rougher, rutting into her like the animal I’d kept caged too long.
