Page 44 of He Falls First

“Please,” I scoff, propping myself up on my elbows to meet his gaze dead-on. “I’m an open book. Literally, there’s a clause about transparency. We’re good to go.”

He grins then, flashing his beautiful white teeth. As he positions himself at my entrance, I’m filled with a delicious anticipation that has me holding my breath.

“Ready?” he asks.

I know the question’s not just about if I’m ready to have him inside me. He’s talking about all the boundaries we’re finally throwing out the window by doing this.

And yeah. I’m so ready.

“More than you know,” I whisper.

“Then let’s begin,” he says.

I want to giggle at how formal he sounds, how seriously he’s taking this. But then, there’s nothing funny about the heavy pressure building as the slick head of his thick cock begins to push inside me.

Christ. I’ve never even had an orgasm from penetration before, and I feel like I’m about to come just from the hint of having him inside me. Especially as he reaches out and pinches one of my nipples. I lift my hand up to grab the other one, unashamed of chasing my own pleasure as much as I can.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

This is what he wants from me. And I’m being a good girl. Hendrix Monroe’s good girl.

Time stands still as he surges forward, pushing further into me. I still have questions about how it’s all supposed to fit, but I want it. I want it all. I throw my head back and lift my hips, making Hendrix groan as he thrusts into me further still.

Hot damn. I never knew I could feel this good.

And he isn’t even finished yet.

He leans close, gazing into my eyes when he asks, “Can you take all of me, Elizabeth?”

Oh, yes. The truth is, I’m not even sure if I can, but I want nothing more than to try.

I nod, feeling sweat drip down from my temple. “I want to. Give it all to me, Hendrix.”

He grips my shoulders and bears down, grinding into me bit by bit until he’s all the way in, stretching me out and filling me all the way up. He goes still, like he’s trying to give me a moment to get used to him, but I can’t help myself—I start rocking my hips, just to feel that delectable groove of his deep, thick shaft.

Hendrix gives a little chuckle. At least I think that’s what it was. It’s swallowed quickly by a growl as he pulls out and thrusts all the way back in. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been before, and for the first time, it feels like nothing to be embarrassed about—after all, I need all that lubrication to take him, considering his size.

Now I know why the man’s so cocky. He doesn’t need anything else to brag about, but this right here.

When he finds a hard, fast rhythm and pounds it into me, my heart goes wild. I wanted this so badly, I could almost cry now that it’s finally happening. I realize now how much everything else was just a tease. We’ve touched. We’ve kissed. But it wasn’t enough. Not until now.

He slows to a deeper, sensuous rhythm and suddenly I remember his question: “Can you take all of me?”

Was that really only about his dick? Because with the way this feels…

“Hendrix,” I gasp. I realize I have to grab his face to let him know I’m asking a question, not just calling out his name. “Are we… Is this…?”

I can’t finish a sentence, probably because he feels so damn good inside me, but maybe also because I’m a little scared. It’s too much, too intense, and I’m suddenly terrified of what we’re building here—something that feels dangerously close to more than just sex.

Finally, I manage to spit it out: “Just sex, right?”

He grunts. “Right.”

His voice is strained. God, what am I doing? He probably hates me for stopping him like this.

So I make it good for him—lift my hips and lick his ear before I whisper, “Good. Then get back to fucking my brains out.”

He didn’t expect that from me. I can tell by the way he hisses, fumbling a little before he does just what I asked. He repositions us so his hard chest presses down on my legs as his dick thrusts inside me, even deeper than before.

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