Page 20 of Gooey

“Later, sugar,” he replies quietly, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Don’t worry about a thing, sweet girl. Just sleep.”

Snuggling into the soft blankets, I do just that.

Rousing awake without opening my eyes, I feel deliciously heavy arms wrapped around my middle. There’s a thick wall of muscle pressed to my back and a hard bulge smooshed firmly against my butt. Moore must have climbed into bed with me and the news couldn’t please me more.

Just feeling him hold me so close with his arousal so evident has my thighs clenching. My pussy is soaked, so much so that I can feel it without touching. Letting out a held breath, the hand crooked under my chin creeps down to my chest, fingers teasing my breasts through my sweater.

My teeth sink into my lip, hiding a gasp at how sensitive they are. My nipples are so stiff and I’d kill to have them inside my man’s mouth. With Moore’s body radiating heat, my clothes feel stuffy and I want to shed them right now. More than that, I want to tug off whatever fabric is separating my hero’s stiff member from my weeping sex.

As carefully as can be, I maneuver my sweater, eventually getting it over my head and letting it fall to the floor. Sneakily undressing is only making my core throb harder, but I can’t stop. Moore doesn’t seem to be stirring awake and now with his hands on my bare skin, my desire continues to bloom.

Since my sweatpants are already loose, I move slowly to pull them down. Hooking my fingers into the band of my panties, I drag them downward too. I’m only able to wiggle the bottoms down to my mid thighs without moving too much.

Now nearly nude, I reach a hand behind me. I feel his bare stomach first, resisting the urge to feel him up. I’ll lick his muscles all over, but right now, I want his cock. Easily finding his waistband, I’m relieved to see he’s wearing some kind of stretchy sleep-pants. Slipping my hand inside of them, my fingers eagerly surround his length.

I didn’t get to touch him before and now that I have, I know I’m going to become addicted to the feel of him. He’s huge—too big for my fingertips to touch my thumb. I can’t surround him fully and the realization makes my mouth water. He feels like velvet wrapped steel, and I wonder just how badly he could wreck me with this monster.

I need to know.

My fist squeezes around his shaft, pulling a sleepy moan from his throat. Shifting my hips without making a sound, I move his cock to line up at my slick channel. I’ve never tried fucking myself before and it would probably be smarter to have him warm me up with his fingers first, but I don’t want that.

I want the first time something fucks me to be his throbbing dick. Nothing else will suffice. Pushing back further, I tease his tip, gliding it though my warm nectar.

“Winter?” he groans. Waking up and realizing the position we’re in, he groans louder. “Fuck, baby girl. What are you doing?”

“I need it,” I whimper. Using my other hand, I pull his palm off of my stomach and plant it on top of my tit. “I need you to fuck me so badly, Moore.”

“Oh, fucking hell,” he curses, squeezing my breast and my hip simultaneously. “You wake up aching for me, sugar?”

“Uh-huh,” I mumble while squirming. “Please, I need you.”

“Sweetheart, it’s going to hurt,” he tries to reason.

I can hear the desperation in his voice. He’s trying to be a gentleman, maybe even suggesting that we slow down to prepare me more, but I don’t want that. I want to be ravaged, pain and all.

“I know,” I confess.

“You’ll probably bleed?—”

“I know.”

“I don’t want to hurt you?—”

“I know,” I interrupt again. “I still want it and you do, too. You’re so fucking hard, Moore. I want you to shove every inch of this right where it belongs. Please.”

Begging is what makes him snap. Moore holds me close and tight, notching his cock in just the right place before thrusting brutally hard. His girth invades my virgin channel, breaking through any resistance with the help of my gushing juices.

A choked scream falls from my lips, searing pain making my nerves protest. Moore growls, experiencing my snug little snatch for the first time. He’s buried to the hilt, his swollen sac resting against the curve of my ass.

“Owww,” I whine but refuse to move. Even though it hurts like hell, I don’t want to stop. There’s a devious part of me that likes the burn.

“Shhh,” Moore coos. “I’ll make it all better for you, sweet girl.”

His hand on my hip leaves, moving down between my legs. Just the first brush of his fingertips over the sensitive bud there offers some relief. He stays still inside of me, gently making small circles around the bundle of nerves, slowly healing the sting.

Eventually, the pain seems to float away. Pleasure begins to take over as his talented fingers continue to toy with my clit.

When I let out a soft moan, Moore starts to move. He pulls his cock back, almost removing it entirely before sinking deeper again. It feels harsh at first, but as he repeats the action, it’s smoother.

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