Page 98 of Dust to Dust

“Get ready for that number to go off the charts tonight.”

“I look forward to it.” When I started to rise off the mattress, she questioned, “Where are you going?”

“To get a condom.”

She shook her head. “I have an IUD.”

I furrowed my brows at her. “You trust me for the rest?”

“You would never hurt me, so I know you won’t be with me if there’s a chance of any STI’s.”

“There’s not. I’ve never been with a woman without a condom.”

She cupped the scarred side of my face. “Then there can be no barriers between us.”

I groaned. “You don’t know how fucking amazing that is.”

With a cheeky little grin, she countered, “Come show me.”

“I will.”

When I slid my briefs off, Isla sucked in a breath. “You’re even bigger than I thought.”

A chuckle rumbled from me. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I teased.

She gave me a shy grin. “Just don’t hurt me with that massive thing.”

“Never, Little Dove. Only pleasure, remember?”

Although she nodded, I could tell she was still apprehensive. I bent over her, positioning myself

between her thighs. When my cock nudged against her opening, Isla tensed and gripped my shoulders. I bestowed a tender kiss on her forehead. “Don’t worry, Little Dove. I’m going to take this nice and slow, okay?”

She nodded and clamped her eyelids shut.

“No, look at me, Isla.”

Obeying my command, she peeked up at me. Gently, I started easing myself inside. When Isla gasped, I froze. “Are you all right, Little Dove?”

“Mm, yes,” she murmured with a smile.

Taking that as a green light, I slid further inside of her. When I was finally buried so fucking deep, I shuddered. “God, you feel amazing,” I whispered into her ear.

“I could say the same about you,” she replied.

I remained stock-still for a moment, allowing her to get accustomed to my size. Slowly, I pulled out to thrust back into Isla. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s hot,” I groaned into her ear.

Once I found a rhythm, Isla began raising her hips to meet me. We moved nearly in unison, our breaths coming in ragged pants. Although I wanted to pound in and out of her, I kept up a languorous pace.

Taking my face in her hands, Isla smiled. “You don’t have to hold back on me.”

“You’re so tight and tiny. I don’t want to hurt you,” I replied, gritting my teeth from the effort.

“I’m not a virgin, and despite your size, you’re not going to tear me in two.”

Ignoring her, I continued the slow, almost methodical pace. Isla squeezed my shoulders. “Stop holding back. I want all of you.”

“Next time.”

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