Page 60 of One Rule

Because I know it will hurt. The first time just do, and no matter which of my holes he claims today my reaction would been the same. I’m at ease because it’s Micah.

There’s no tensing or fear, nothing but this slow-warming sensation that’s building as he touches me.

“You’re the only thing that’s perfect in my world. The only thing that’s always been right.” Micah curls himself over my back, his breath fanning the back of my neck. “Thank you for trusting, Liliana. For this honor.”

“It’s your first time too.” Breathy. A little whine. “You waited for me.”

“And it’s the best decision I ever made.” Slowly, he pushes the pad of a thick finger inside, and it stings as it stretches out the ring of muscle past my entrance. Each pump of his fingers hurts at first, the intrusion foreign, but behind the pain, there’s love in the way he kisses my shoulder blades, left then right, before returning his attention to my ass.

He pours more lube and spreads it.

Makes me a slick mess, from pussy to ass, and I moan when his other hand massages my clit. He’s gone from hovering behind my body, each entrance exposed in this position, to my left where he continually fingers me.

My ass clenches as his finger slides deeper until it’s fully inside, and I’m left squirming and pushing against his hands. Clit swollen and throbbing, I pulse—

“Micah, what…oh!”

“Good girl. Relax” He’s added a second finger, working both in slowly to draw out my pleasure. Between the penetration and the tight circles on my clit I’m trembling, moving my body in sync with his movements.

It’s like the feeling of his hand around my neck last night. There’s this edge of panic as your breathing is slightly cut off, it fights against the pleasure for dominance, but together they create this overwhelming strike of euphoria that’s beautiful.

This has a touch of that it. There’s discomfort from the intrusion, but beneath it this uncontrolled strike of rapture I’m quickly becoming addicted to.

“That’s it, rebel. Come for me, sweetness.” My body stopped being my own at the first sink of his fingertips, I’m not in control and I release on command. Everything becomes too much and I’m screaming my release, unable to comprehend anything pastfuckandso goodandMicah.The latter is my prayer, and like the God he is, my love answers.

I feel him there. Sinking in slowly, testing my level of comfort as he pumps leisurely. No rush or craze to pump a few times and come like I’ve heard other girls claim their first times to be.

Instead, I’m treated like the princess he promised I’d be.

But maybe I want to be his slut, too.

Needing him deeper, I arch my back and spread my thighs a little wider for him. His responding grunt is heaven to my senses. “Just like that, baby. Motherfuck, you’re tight and feel so good—perfect fucking ass.”

“Yes. Yours,” I grit out, so full and he’s not all the way in. “More.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?”

“More, Micah. All of you.”

“That’s my girl.” Dragging himself out, he lays down on his back before lifting me like I weigh nothing. I’m placed where he wants me, straddling his hips and with the tip of his thick cock right against my rosebud. “Lower yourself. Show me how mine you are.”

I swallow hard and nod, using my hand to guide him inside slowly. The temptation to drop myself is there, but I follow his earlier lead just with circular motions.

A little more each time. Stopping when my knees shake so he can take over from below and with his arms crossed behind my back, ride me the half we’ve managed inside with sharper thrust.

I’m not ready for the small burst of pleasure to become an electric wave that this angle brings. My chest is against his. My lips hover over his while every thrust makes me languid in his hold, and I just give in.

He overtakes me completely and the further I relax, the deeper and harder he begins to fuck me. Now this is him claiming me, not allowing me to move—all I can do is just feel and take.

His love. His desire for me.

“You’re close, rebel. I can feel you tightening around me while your cunt clenches at nothing.” He’s speaking into my parted lips; I can’t do anything but breathe and hold on. “It needs to be filled by me. I’ll be the only man to ever have you like this and experience the gift you are.”

“Micah, I’m—”

“I know. Let go, love.” One of the hands holding me down slips between us and touches my entrance. The one place after today, he hasn’t claimed yet. “The day you sayI doto me in front of your family and friends, I’m going to stretch you to the point of pain. This sweet little hole…” he presses just a little deeper and I clench hard “will be bred and marked by the end of the night, my wife. You’re going to spend a lifetime always full of me.”

That promise is my undoing.

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