Page 14 of Stuffing My Obsession
He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. The stretch already makes me whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Relax, baby,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “Breathe. Let me in.”
He pushes slowly, carefully, until I feel a sharp sting. I gasp, tears springing to my eyes, and he stills immediately, his breath harsh against my ear. “Fuck. You’re so tight. So perfect.”
I cling to him, riding the pain until it dulls, replaced by something else. Fullness, heat, a delicious ache that makes my toes curl.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, blinking up at him. “Move.”
He pulls out slow, then pushes back in, deeper this time. The pain lingers at the edges, but pleasure blooms stronger with every thrust. My moans grow louder as my body adjusts, as the fire spreads through me.
“Goddamn,” he groans, pounding harder, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss. “You feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”
And I believe him. With every thrust, every kiss, every rough word, I believe him.
The pleasure builds fast, overwhelming, and when he reaches between us to rub my clit, I shatter, screaming his name as another orgasm rips through me. My body clenches around him, pulling him deeper, and he follows with a guttural growl, burying himself inside me as he comes hard, his body shaking against mine.
Chapter Six
Myles
She’s still trembling beneath me when I finally open my eyes. Her chest rises and falls in ragged breaths, her hair sticking to her flushed face, her lips swollen from my kisses.
I should pull out, give her space, but I can’t. Not yet. The feel of her wrapped around my cock, tight and warm, is burned into my skin. Into my soul.
My girl.
I drag a hand over her thigh, down the curve of her hip, memorizing every inch. She gave me something no man’s ever had. Her first time. Her trust. Her innocence. And fuck if it doesn’t make me feel ten feet tall.
And like the biggest bastard alive.
Because she hired me to protect her. From me.
What happens when she finds out the truth? That the roses, the shadow in her room, the footsteps she swore she heard…it was all me? Will she still look at me with those wide, trusting eyes? Or will she finally see me for what I am—obsessive, broken, the monster everyone else already sees?
“Penny for your thoughts?” she says, her voice cutting softly into my mind.
I snort, leaning down to brush my mouth against her ear. “I’d rather have your moans.”
She gasps, burying her face in my neck, and I grin. Teasing her is too easy. “Or maybe I’ll take another one of those sweet little cries you make when I touch you here…” My hand slides up to her breast, rolling her nipple between my fingers until she whimpers, arching into me.
“See?” I murmur, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Better than pennies.”
She swats at my chest weakly, but the blush creeping down her throat gives her away. She’s embarrassed as hell, but she wants it. And God, she makes me want to corrupt her in every way.
I nip at her jaw, voice dropping lower. “You should know something about me, Paris.”
Her lashes flutter as she looks up at me. “What?”
“I like control. I like it when a woman gives me everything—her trust, her body…lets me push her. Own her.” My thumb brushes over her lips, pressing lightly until she parts them for me. “I like being in charge.”
Her breath hitches, but there’s no fear in her eyes. Just curiosity. Hunger. “W-what does that mean?”
“I’m a Dom,” I say, watching her expression. “Would you like to be my sub?”
“I’ve never…” She swallows nervously. “But…I want to try. With you.”
The pride that swells in my chest nearly knocks the breath out of me. She doesn’t even know what those words do to me.
