Page 121 of Faking It Right
Before I could protest, he curled his fingers against my prostate while tightening his grip on my cock. The dual assault sent me careening over the edge as I came with a shudder.
Harley worked me through it, his movements gentle but relentless until I was left boneless and panting.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. “That waswow.”
“And we’re only getting started.” He withdrew his fingers. “How do you feel?”
I took a moment to assess, surprised by the answer I found. “Different, but in a good way.”
The smile that spread across Harley’s face was equal parts tender and triumphant. “That’s what I like to hear. But are you sure about this?” Harley asked as he held up a condom. “We can stop right now if you want.”
“After all that prep work?” I arched an eyebrow at him. “That would be like studying for finals all semester and then sleeping through the exam. I’m not backing out now.”
His lips quirked into a smile as he tore open the foil packet with his teeth. “Just checking.”
I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled the condom over his significant length. The sight flooded me with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. I couldn’t believe he went for the lube again. “Seriously? More? You could fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool with how much you’ve used.”
“Your ass will thank me later.” He positioned himself between my legs, his expression softening as he looked down at me. “We’re going to take this inch by inch, okay? If it hurts too much at any point, we stop. No questions asked.”
I nodded.
His hands stroked my thighs to comfort me. “I need you to promise me you’ll tell me to stop if that’s what you need. I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
His sincerity made it impossible to deflect with humor. I tried to sound more confident than I felt. “I promise I’ll tell you.”
“Lift your hips a bit.” He slid a pillow underneath me. “This will make the angle more comfortable.”
I followed his directions, taking a deep breath as he positioned himself. “Okay,” I said, meeting his eyes. “I’m ready.”
Harley moved between my thighs, one hand guiding himself to my entrance. The blunt pressure of his tip penetrating my hole made me forget every word in the English language except “holy” and “fuck.” Despite all the preparation, I couldn’t help tensing as he eased forward with excruciating patience.
My eyes widened at the first glimpse of pressure. “I’m being split in half!”
“Sorry, I’ll stop.”
“Hang on. Give me a second to get used to having my ass spread this wide open. It feels like you’re shoving a watermelon through a cocktail straw.”
He bit his lip, trying not to laugh at my description. “Take your time.”
After some deep breaths, the initial shock subsided, replaced by a fullness that wasn’t unpleasant. “Fuck, how are youthishuge? I can’t believe any part of you fits in there.” His girth was so thick I could barely breathe.
He stifled a laugh. “Remember to relax. Tensing up will only make it harder.”
“That’s easy for you to say when you don’t have a massive dick up your ass.” In spite of my protests, I forced my muscles to unclench. The fullness, the stretch, the intimacy of having Harley buried intimately overwhelmed me. “You’re fully in now, right?”
Harley’s lips twitched. “Actually, I’m not even halfway.”
My jaw went slack. “You’re joking!”
“Afraid not,” he replied, sliding in another inch with careful precision.
My hands clutched at the sheets. “How does it keep going? How is that even possible?”
Harley’s expression turned cocky, a smirk playing at his lips. “Believe it, snookums.” He slid in farther, and to my surprise, my body responded by pushing down against him to draw him deeper.
A whimper escaped me that sounded more pleasurable than uncomfortable. “This is absurd,” I groaned. “You’re like the Mary Poppins bag of dicks. It shouldn’t be physically possible to fit that much inside me.”
“I’m almost halfway there.”
