Page 128 of Hopeless
He smiles against my breast before a sharp nip once again leaves me gasping.
“Well, in that case, quit fucking around and sit on my cock, Bailey.”
His massive hands circle my waist, and I rise above him, nipples glistening with his saliva, pink indents from his teeth beside them. My blood thunders through my veins as I gaze down at this beautiful, protective man who’s given me everything and more and asked for almost nothing in return.
He says he loves me, and I don’t know how to process that, but I want to feel it all the same.
I inch my hips back, hand splayed across his chest as I line us up. I know how it felt to have just an inch of him inside me, and knowing I’ll get the whole thing this time sends a thrill through me. He holds me up as I reach down and take him in my hand.
I swipe the head through my wetness, feeling his cock slip so easily through my core. He groans, fingers flexing on my waist like it’s taking his all to not shove me down and impale me on his length.
When I notch him at my entrance, our eyes catch. The weight of his gaze is almost more than I can bear. And yet, I don’t look away. I can’t.
I’m so caught up in him, in us—he’s all I see.
The muscles in my legs strain as I carefully lower myself onto him.
One inch, his jaw ticks.
Two inches, his eyes go steely.
Three inches—fuck, he’s so thick—his hands shake. Or my body does. I don’t even know anymore where he ends and I begin.
With a whimper, I ease down further, and so do his eyes. He’s gone from watching my face to watching where he’s filling me up.
“Fuck, Bailey.”
I only moan, letting my eyes flutter shut and moving my hands to his round shoulders for support.
“You okay?”
I nod, feeling his hands soften and his thumb rub reassuringly against my stomach.
This is nothing like my toys. It’s tenfold more intense. I’m full in a way I never have before.
“Bailey, baby, you’re doing so good. If you need to stop—”
“I don’t need to stop.” My voice is breathy as I continue to sink down onto him. My body pulses. “I just … god. I feel so full.”
I whimper, letting the bite of his size distract me for a moment. But like always, Beau is right there to reassure me. “You’re almost there, Bailey. You’re so beautiful with my cock inside you. Just go slow.”
I nod and moan as I look down at where we meet, struggling to get the last of his length inside me.
His palms slide over my ribs, shaping down over my ass. “I know, baby, I know.”
Suddenly, I’m struck by an urgency, like this moment might slip through my fingers if I don’t make the most of it. I drop myself all the way down and cry out as I hit the base of him. “Oh god.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That feels … ”
Fingers grip me, and he’s everywhere. I’m so full of Beau, I’m so—I don’t even know where I am, only that I’m on top of him, he’s inside of me, and I’ve never felt more safe.
I pant, nails digging into his pecs.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, voice all raspy and low.
I shake my head no.
“Bailey, talk to me.”
