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“But—”

Placing a hand beside her head, I loomed over her, met her pale gaze.

“Don't worry, I'll fit.”

Chapter Six

Emma

I looked up at Carter, said nothing, just gave a slight nod because I wasn't as sure that he could fit. He was huge. While I'd never seen an actual guy naked before, Ihadseen pictures. And he was bigger than any photo I'd ever seen. I was still feeling the orgasm he'd just given me—with his mouth!—and my inner walls clenched down, eager to be filled.

He didn't give me a chance to argue, for he lowered his head and kissed me. Dropping to his forearm, he kept his weight off of me, but I felt every hard, hot inch of him. The dark smattering of hair on his chest tickled my nipples. He was so muscular, so strong and powerful. While I'd found him hot in his business suits, naked was definitely better.

God, he was a good kisser. So good that I was forgetting I should be worried about the size of his cock. Surely a virgin pussy couldn't handle it. He reached between us, took hold of his cock and settled it at my entrance. It prodded, but didn't go in. Lifting his head, his dark eyes met mine. Held. I was imprisoned by that stare.

Our breaths mingled as he slowly pushed into me, stretching me open, all the while watching me. God, he was big and I was tight. He'd said it and I knew it. I could feel how much I had to open for him to get that huge head into me. I could feel my eyes widen as he slowly claimed me.

This wasn't a quick fuck in the restroom. Carter was being gentle and thoughtful, considerate. He'd already had me come twice so far and he'd yet to come once. I was glad he'd prepared me because I hadn't been ready before.

I couldn't help but stiffen beneath him and winced with a hint of pain. It wasn'thorriblebut I had to wonder if he'd been lying. His cock was a monster.

“Carter—”

He didn't let me say more, for he took my mouth in a searing kiss as he cupped my breast, played with the nipple. I felt it go hard once again and I knew he was doing it to distract me, to make me feel good as I adjusted to his girth.

He sank in a little more, then pulled back. Slowly, so fucking slowly, he filled me. At least until he hit my barrier. It was going to hurt, I knew it. Carter's kiss went deeper, more carnal and I could only whimper. But then he surprised me by pinching my nipple. Hard.

I cried out against his mouth and he pushed all the way into me, breaking through that stupid hymen.

He lifted his head so I could catch my breath, panting at the feel of him. God, I was so filled. Yes, it had hurt, but not any longer. Now I just felt… breached. Open. Claimed. And my nipple tingled.

Leaning down, he took my abused nipple into his mouth and laved it, gently suckled. Clenching down on him, my inner walls pulsed and adjusted to being opened.

“Shh, just give it a minute,” he murmured, kissing up my body to my neck, my ear.

I realized my fingers were like claws in his biceps. Slowly, I relaxed, took another deep breath and loosened all my muscles.

God, it was perfect. Hewas perfect. He could have rammed into me and made it just an experience. A quick fuck. This was so much more than that. He was making it a memory.

It was becoming impossible to lay still beneath him and so I shifted my hips ever so slightly to see what it was like.

“Give it a minute. You took eight inches on your first go and need time to adjust.” I could hear the tenderness in his voice, but also a rough bite that came with his restraint. I knew he wanted to move, needed it. Holding still was costing him. Sweat dotted his brow and his body was rigid.

Eight inches? Fuck.

His hand roamed my body, from face to breast, waist to hip, sliding down my leg to bend it up by his side. I'd completely forgotten I still wore my stockings and fuck-me heels.

Letting out a deep breath, I relaxed beneath him.

“Better?” he asked, stroking my hair back from my face. His dark gaze roved over my face.

“Better.”

It was. I just felt… filled now. It didn't hurt. In fact, I wanted him to move.

He pulled back about an inch and I could feel my eyes widen. I couldn't miss his grin. “Liked that?”

“Yes,” I breathed. Holy crap, that felt good. It was as if his cock stroked every nerve ending to life. Nerve endings I had no idea I even had.

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