Page 76 of Angel

My ears should be burning, but they’re not. The flush should be spreading to my cheeks, but there’s no heat. There’s a strange peacefulness when I speak. “No. We fooled around a little bit. But it was mostly kissing and awkward groping. And it wasn’t very good.”

“So, you are, or you were, a virgin?”

I nod with a sheepish smile.

“So, the video we filmed was…”

“My first time?”

Rhys’s eyes go wide just before he makes a hiccupping sound. “Teddy bear,” he says, hand coming up to cup my cheek. “I didn’t know. Why didn’t you say something?”

“I don’t know?” It hadn’t seemed like a big deal at the time. Although, now that I think about it, I guess first times are supposed to be important, right? At least, that’s what everyone says.

“I would’ve made it… god, I don’t even know, better for you? Special somehow?”

“It was special. It was with you.”

“Ngh, teddy bear!” Then he slams his mouth against mine.

The nickname he’s given me makes my chest swell with that same warmth. It presses against my ribs, pushing and pushing until it feels like I’m going to burst.

“Rhys.” His name comes out as a whine, desperate and needy, echoing with all the feelings I don’t understand.

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

Rhys tugs at the hem of my t-shirt, and we disentangle ourselves just long enough to strip our clothes off. Then we’re right back in each other’s arms. His smooth, toned body, rubbing up against my big, hairy one. His hard erection pressing into my belly. Mine poking him between the legs.

“I want you on top of me,” Rhys whispers into my ear. “Like yesterday, pinning me to the bed, rocking into me.”

Worry sprouts at the back of my mind, even as my dick pulses at the memory of how good it felt. “Are you sure?”

He nods. “One thousand percent.”

He scrambles for the bottle of lube that fell onto the floor last night. Before I can react, he’s slicked up his fingers and shoved two inside his body. With his free hand, he’s tugging me into position.

“I can’t wait, teddy bear. I need you to fill me up. All the way. Come here.”

Rhys manhandles me, which sounds ridiculous given our size difference, but I shudder at how strong he is, at how easily he puts me right where he wants me. I feel big and small at the same time, tough and soft in the same exact moment. In control and yet utterly defenseless.

Rhys guides me to him, bringing the tip of my dick right up to his hole. Then he feeds me into his body, his muscles sucking me right inside. Before I know it, I’m bottomed out, every inch of me encased in the tight heat of Rhys’s bum. The feeling is overwhelming, coursing through every cell, every nerve, touching me where I’ve never been touched before, changing me forever.

I tremble. With a yearning so potent it scares me. I want. So. Much. So. Hard. To the point where I’ll give just about anything to satisfy the craving clawing at my insides.

“Rhys,” I cry, dragging his name out into multiple syllables.

“I’ve got you.” He kisses me, tongue pushing into my mouth, swirling around mine. Forceful and demanding. He bites down on my bottom lip, tugging firmly enough that I whimper at the dull pain.

His fingers scrape over my scalp, over my back, leaving trails of fire everywhere they go. His legs are locked around my waist, heels planted firmly on my behind, keeping me buried to the hilt.

“Oh god, teddy bear, you feel so good.”

I hum in agreement, my brain not able to gather letters into words.

“I love how thick you are, how much I have to stretch around you. So full. So stuffed.”

I tilt my hips forward, giving him even more and Rhys moans.

“I love how heavy you are. I love your weight on top of me, holding me down, trapping me. I love how hairy you are, all this beautiful, soft fur.”

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