Page 51 of The Contractor's Rose
The stretch was sharp—too muchandnot enoughall at once. My mouth fell open as a cry tore from my throat, nails digging into the solid muscle of his forearms.
He stopped, halfway in, his breath coming hard. His gaze burned into mine.
“Breathe,” he hummed. “You’re okay. You can take it. You’re mine.”
He didn’t move. Just let me adjust. Let mefeelit—all of him—while my body tried to accommodate what it had never known.
His mouth found mine again, gentler now. Then it trailed lower along my jaw, down my throat, tracing heat into the hollow of my collarbone. His lips closed around my breast, tongue circling my nipple, teasing it until it was stiff and aching. One of his hands cupped the other, kneading softly.
“You’re so fucking tight around me,” he growled against my skin. “Like you were made for this. For me.”
Tears slipped from my eyes, but not from pain. It was too much. It was everything. And it was perfect.
Then he moved.
Not just his hips—us. He lifted me higher onto the bed in one fluid motion, dragging my body beneath his so that my head rested up on the pillows, until he could brace himself between my thighs and grip the headboard above us. His cock pressed deeper with the shift, inch by inch, until he was fully inside me—stretching me, filling me completely.
I couldn’t help the broken sound that escaped my throat.
His movements were slow and methodical at first, then faster and harder, as if he could sense when the sting of him being fully seated inside of me changed to pleasure.
His hips slammed into mine. The bed jolted with each thrust, wood creaking in time with our bodies. He pinned medown with one hand, gripping the headboard with the other, as he fucked me with devastating precision.
Whimpering and gasping, I began to fall apart.
“You feel that?” he snarled. “That’s me ruining you.”
“Gavin—please?—”
“No one else hears those sounds,” he growled. “No one else touches you like this. No one else makes you beg.”
“No one but you,” I gasped. “Only for you, Daddy.”
He groaned, wrecked. “That’s right. Now be a good girl and come on my cock.”
His filthy words triggered my climax and I detonated. Words left my lips, many jumbled, as my once-virgin pussy spasmed around him, clenching tight.
But he didn’t stop. Not until I was shaking. Crying. Barely breathing.
Then he shifted, pulling me upright and dragging me into his lap. I straddled him, chest to chest, arms around his shoulders as he fucked up into me, deep and rough and full of need.
“I need to feel you break around me one more time,” he panted. “Give me one more, Rose. I know you can come again.”
And I did. The second orgasm crashed over me, sharper than the first. I cried out into his neck, biting down hard as I broke completely.
That’s what undid him.
He growled my name, hips jerking, and came inside me with a shudder that racked through both of us. He clutched me tight, like he’d fall apart if he let go.
We collapsed together in a tangle of limbs layered sweat and uneven breaths.
Eventually, he pulled the blanket over us, drawing meclose. I nuzzled into him and placed my hands over his chest to feel the beating of his heart. His hand stroked slow, lazy patterns up and down my spine.
“You okay?” he asked before placing a soft kiss on my head.
I nodded, unable to stop the smile that pulled at my lips. “I’ve never been better.”
He chuckled, voice rough. “Told you I’d ruin you.”
