Page 77 of The Grizzly Situation
“No, baby. I need the words. I have to hear them.”
“Yes!” I all but shouted. “More. Please, Brent. I’ll beg if you want.”
“You never have to beg me for anything,” he said, pushing in with another finger.
“Oh God, I never knew it could feel like this,” I moaned.
“Does that mean you like it?”
“I love it,” I admitted. I knew, without a doubt, how much patience he was showing. I glanced down at his hard, leaking cock, the tip red, and marveled at how someone so big could also be so gentle. I reached down and wrapped the hardness in my hand.
“Ooh, Uly,” he moaned. “Please stop. You’re going to make me cum.”
I was torn between wanting him to shoot and wanting him to bury himself inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Yeah, I do,” he said softly. “So you know, we can’t spread sexual diseases. That’s the one trait we share in common with wolves. I had them to prevent pregnancy. I’ll use it, though. I never want you to worry about anything.”
He couldn’t spread diseases, and I didn’t need to worry about getting pregnant. “No, don’t use it. I…. I’ve always wanted my first time to be like this. To feel a guy shoot inside of me and have him dripping out of me like in the porn movies.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re turning me on so goddamn much,” he growled, hunching his hips so his cock brushed over my leg, leaving a trail of precum there. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
“I noticed, yes,” I teased.
For the next twenty minutes he probed my hole, adding more lube to his fingers. When the third one joined the other two, I couldn’t believe how full I felt, but also how amazing.
“Can we try now?” he asked. “I think I’m going to die if I can’t get inside you.”
“Yeah, let’s give it a shot,” I said, feeling braver now.
He crawled back up, curling around my body. His cock was now pressed against my ass, and I forced myself to take a few breaths and relax.
“We don’t have to do this,” he reminded me.
“I want to,” I assured him. And I did.
“All right. Here is how this is going to work. I’m going to hold my cock by your hole and you’re going to take as much or as little as you can. Everything goes at your pace.”
Now I’d read porn. Lots of porn. And according to those stories the top was supposed to ram it in and, maybe, give the bottom a few moments to get used to it before he railed the hell out of him. This? I wasn’t prepared for the kindness, patience, and love being shown. It threw me off, but in a good way.
His hand slid between our bodies, then he moved a bit closer, his bulbous head notched near my hole. I had to move around a bit, until the two were aligned. I drew in a deep breath and pushed back gently. When he breached me, I gasped. Not in pain. At least not exactly. More that he’d entered me and I was surprised. We lay there for a few minutes, me doing my best to get my hole to relax and him running a hand over my chest, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
“Remember,” he whispered. “There’s never a bad time to say stop.”
And I could tell he meant it. I pressed back a little more, another couple of inches entering me. This time? It didn’t hurt nearly as much. I mean, I no longer felt like I was being ripped in two. More like I was being stuffed full, and I actually liked it. I pulled out just a bit, but then pushed in more, until his pubes brushed against my ass.
“It’s all in,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “You’re so damn tight.”
“I think it’s more you’re so damn huge.”
He chuckled and kissed my neck, causing goose bumps to form. I’d done it. I had a man inside me. No, I had my mate inside me.
“Okay, that was my job. Now it’s your turn.”
He groaned. “I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he vowed, withdrawing slightly, then pushing back in. He repeated this, each time pressing his hips against me. After a while, it felt good. Really, really good.
“Can you go a bit faster? Maybe a little harder?”
