Page 61 of Entering a New World

“Levi!”

I bit back an evil chuckle.

There. Half hidden beneath the anthracite duvet was the bottle of lube. I grabbed it, opened it, and shifted back a little.

Rhett yowled as I fisted his cock. It jerked in my hand, growing even harder beneath the warm, silky skin. I pumped it a couple of times, making sure it was coated in lube before wiping the excess lube off on his duvet. Fuck it. We’d have to change the sheets anyway.

Carefully I moved over him and guided his erection to my hole.

I was looking down to see where I was positioning his cock, but I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze burning me, making me shiver. Rhett’s fingers dug into my hips, his grip bruising.

Releasing the breath from my lungs, I moved down and the tip of his cock pushed inside.

“Fuck,” I breathed, the burning stretch almost too much to bear and not enough at the same time.

Need took over. An inexplicable drive to have all of him inside of me. Now.

I slid down on his cock, feeling every single inch opening me up, stretching me beyond what I thought I was capable of. My breath came in pants, my thighs shaking. The pressure inside me built and built until I was ready to burst as my ass finally met Rhett’s groin.

“Holy shit,” I panted, letting my head fall forward, resting my hands on Rhett’s chest. He was breathing just as heavily as I was, maybe even more so, his hands still firmly gripping my hips. I was pretty sure I’d have bruises the shape of his fingers tomorrow, and the thought shot a thrill through my body.

I was the first one to move, raising slightly before sitting back down, working my way up to a steady rhythm.

Up and down, up and down. His cock hit my prostate every single time. Electric shocks cursed through my system. Heat built and sweat pooled between us, mixing with my precum. My cock bobbed up and down, my hands roaming Rhett’s torso.

We went faster and faster, his hips met mine every time, his hips pulling me down on his cock, pushing him impossibly deep.

There was nothing but us. Our bodies, our moans, our hands.

“Mate,” Rhett chanted, thrusting up against me as I was coming down. “My mate.”

My legs gave out, eyes rolling back.

It was all too much.

Rhett’s hands moved to my ass and he sat up, pulling me flush against him. His rhythm never wavered, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of me so good. So, so good.

“God,” I moaned. My cock was trapped between our stomachs, the friction enough to catapult me right to the edge within seconds. “Rhett.”

“Yes,” he growled, burying his face in the crook of my neck. He thrust inside of me, pushed me down on his cock, manhandling me like I weighed nothing. I loved it. My muscles tightened, balls drawing up, my whole body taut.

Rhett lifted me up, then pulled me down again while thrusting up hard. There was a scream, a growl, and white-hot pain in my neck, followed by blinding pleasure.

I was falling.

Falling.

Falling.

But I knew, Rhett would be there to catch me.

My mate.

I blinked, the world slowly coming back into focus. The light was pale, but still stung in my eyes. I closed them again and just felt for a moment.

I was lying on Rhett’s duvet, the soft down filling surrounding me. Beneath was a firm mattress that bounced as I turned to the side. I was pleasantly warm, but something was missing.

No, not something. Someone.

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