Page 83 of Billionaire Romance

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Sally

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

The sight of Eric naked is glorious. Perfect and sculpted and hard. I want to look at him forever. And I’m distracted by the sight of his cock, fully erect jutting straight out from his body. That’s going to be inside me. I want that and I’m excited and nervous and aroused and I can’t believe that this is happening.

Eric locks eyes with me, and he lets me look at him for a moment before he steps away to the tall black dresser against the wall. When he turns back he has a condom in his hand, and I watch in fascination as he rolls it on. The way it stretches to fit him makes him seem even larger, if that’s at all possible. And then he comes back to me, crawling up my body with predatory grace so that our bodies are aligned. His legs are outside mine, and I can feel the sheer weight of his presence more significantly now that he’s naked.

I’ve never felt someone’s skin so intimately. His cock is pressed against my stomach, huge and hard and ready, there even as he kisses me. Eric’s mouth is sweet with my juices, and it relaxes me, kissing him. This is familiar territory. We’ve done this before. I love the feeling of his mouth and I could fall into this sensation forever.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks.

I bite my lip and nod. This is happening. I’m going to have sex. Nerves spike along with my excitement. I hope that I’m not terrible at this, that he doesn’t entirely regret it. That I’m not so bad at it that he’ll want to stop.

He sees the thoughts on my face, and speaks softly, confidently. “We’re going to go as slow as you need. We’ll stop if we have to let you adjust, but we’re going to do this.”

“Okay,” I breathe.

He sits back, reaching between us and parting my legs. I close my eyes, and I feel him fit himself against me, and then he pushes in.

Oh God. He’s big. He’s too big. He’s not going to fit, but it feels good and strange and he’s not really in me, just barely the entrance. “Sally, look at me.” I open my eyes. “Keep your eyes on me. Tell me if you’re okay.”

“You’re too big,” I say.

A slow smile appears on his face. “Thank you for the compliment, but I’ll fit, baby.”

“Then I’m okay.”

Slowly, so slowly, he pushes in a little further. It’s pleasure and tightness and so, so strange. I reach up, my hands on his arms, bracing and holding on. A little further, and it becomes unbearably tight, almost painful. Even with how wet I am. “Wait,” I say.

He stops, looks at me.

“It’s going to hurt. I can feel it.”

“Let your body adjust.”

I shake my head. “I don’t know how.”

Leaning down, he kisses me softly, “Let me help.” A hands sneaks between our bodies, and his thumb brushes across my clit, echoing through me in a way I’ve never felt. Nerves that haven’t awoken tingle with the feeling of his cock inside, trying to enter. Eric strokes and strokes and strokes and those movements match those of his tongue, and God I love this feeling.

Suddenly he slips further in, and it’s tight, but not terrible. He wasn’t pushing, I just relaxed. “Good girl,” he whispers against my lips.

But he doesn’t stop kissing me, touching me as he presses in a millimeter at a time. I can feel that he’s not even in half way, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this. My pussy contracts, and the feeling of him inside is nothing like any toy I’ve ever felt. It’s alive and vital and hot.

Eric groans when I squeeze him. “You feel so fucking good, Sally.”

“Really?”

His eyes open, and he searches my face, stopping all movement. “You wondered?”

“It’s my first time,” I say. “I could be bad at it.”

He smiles and rocks his hips a little deeper. “You could never be bad at this, Sally. You’re beautiful and sexy and brave, and I’m honored that you’re sharing your body with me.” I blush, looking away, but he pulls my gaze back to his. “And no matter how long this takes, never doubt that this feels so good that I’m holding back from fucking you until you scream.”

I shiver at his words, pussy contracting again. He shifts in, and I gasp at the sharp edges of pain and combined deep pleasure. “Breathe, Sally.”

I haul in a breath, and let it out. He’s stretching me to the limit and I don’t want him to stop. But I’m freezing up, and things are spinning in my head and I don’t know how to do this. “Help me,” I say. “Please.”

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