Page 80 of Perfectly Naïve
My heart skips at the thought. I bitemy lip and nod.
“Say it,” he barks.
“I want you to fuck and fill me,” I say on command.
His eyes sparkle with devious delight, and he slams his hips forward, thrusting the rest of the way.
“Sawyer!” He’s so big it almost hurts, but my slick helps him fit. The touch of pain subsides as he starts to move, his hardened length gliding in and out of me. Every stroke feels a little better.
He captures my next moan as he swirls his hips. “You’re going to take everything I give you, baby.”
“Yessss,” I hiss as he pulls his hips back, his length dragging almost all the way out of me.
Take it all in one go? “I don’t know that I can,” I whisper.
His gaze searches mine. “Trust me?”
I nod.
He smirks. “You can take it.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
He drives in again, and my eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have him inside of me. Like I’ve always been missing this. This time, it barely hurt. “I love that I get to have this pretty pussy first, Liv. That you trusted me to be the one to show you what it means to be fucked by an alpha.” He grinds into me. “Feels so fucking good.”
I hum in agreement, gasping as he starts to find a steady rhythm, moving his hips back and forth. Oh, Ilovehow that feels. He’s a perfect fit. My walls clamp around him, and he hisses.
“I don’t know if I can control my knot.”
Why is he trying to control it? Does he not think I’m ready?
Grabbing the back of his neck, I bring his mouth to mine and kiss him deep and hard before telling him exactly what I want. “Knot. Me.”
“Fuck, Liv.” He gasps, his movements getting a little unsteady. “Not yet. You need to?—”
“Yes,” I say, forcing his hips forward with my legs, burying him deep. “Now.” I capture his mouth again, stifling any protests about how I need to come first or what he wants to show me. When we break apart, I hold his gaze. “I want your knot.”
“Babe,” he says, breath trembling as he tries to hold himself back, hips frantically slamming into me now. He’s trying to be nice, but I don’t want nice right now. I want Sawyer exactly how he is. Not worrying that I’m going to break. I’m a virgin, not made of porcelain.
“Please, Sawyer. I want your knot. You’re my first.” Perhaps using that as a weapon is a bad thing, but the soft growl that rushes out of him fills me with delight from head to toe. “I need it,” I confess, adding a touch of a soft whine.
The air electrifies, flooding with his scent. I drag my nails down his back. Dilated pupils. Deep, rumbling purrs. His cock throbs inside of me. My lips part. “Alpha.” I say his name like I’m begging for my life, because all of these sensations are threatening to drown me.“Please.”
“Fuck, Liv, I can’t. When you beg.” He sucks in a ragged breath, desperately trying to keep a steady rhythm, but he’s out of sync. The base of his cock starts to grow. “I can’t.”
“I don’t want you to.” I kiss him again. “I’ll come with you,” I murmur against his lips. “With your knot locking us together.”
“Babe,” he rasps.
“I’m ready.”
“Fuuuck,” he moans, frantically thrusting in now, finally listening to me. I soften beneath him, letting my body move in time with his, and mark his cheek with my scent as a bulb-like shape starts to form, stretching my walls beyond what I’ve ever imagined possible.
“Yessss.” I breathe in, trying to relax while my body protests this first stretch, the little pinpricks of pain. It’s not enough to make me want to stop, but it’s enough to make me focus on controlling my breathing so I don’t tense up.
“That’s it, Liv,” Sawyer purrs. “You’re doing so good.”
I hum, holding his gaze as he drives his hips forward, burying himself deep and holding as the knot fully forms. Air rushes past my lips, and then I feel it. Hot. Warm. Cum. Spurting from his tip and spraying against that soft, sensitive spot. The sensation sends tingles shooting down my spine. I make a sound of approval and Sawyer grinds against me. His lower abs press against my clit.
