Page 37 of Mine to Ruin

“Good, angel.” He grabs a condom from the nightstand. My eyes follow his hard dick underneath his boxers.

When he sheds them, I bite down on my lip. He lifts one of my legs up to his mouth and trails kisses up my calf.

“I’m sure that is not a regular dick,” I say through a gulp. That huge thing is going inside me?

He chuckles against my skin and says, “I thought we established there is nothing average about me.”

“It will fit, it has to,” I say, trying to assure myself because I want this. I need it.

His voice is like gravel when it comes out. “Of course, angel. Your pussy was made to take my cock.”

I gush, and his body covers mine. Everything else disappears, this moment turning into a sacred ritual of two bodies joining to become one. Our eyes lock, our chests glue together.

He says above my lips, “I have you.”

“I have you, too,” I whisper before our lips meet in a sweet kiss.

“You want this?”

“So bad.”

With a reverent nod he tears the condom wrapper, and rolls it down his dick. I swallow at the magnificent sight of his body of art displayed for me in all its strength and beauty.

He spreads my legs, his cock sliding up and down my entrance. His tongue swirls around my nipples, and I let out another string of moans.

He slowly inches inside me. My emotions take me on a carousel, spinning me in a loop. I’m eager, wanting, but also nervous. As if he feels me, he props on his palms and asks,

“How are you, angel?” His care, his attentiveness—just him—have me wrapping my hands around his neck and placing a kiss on his jaw.

“Perfect.”

It’s obvious how bad he wants to push all the way in. Sweat beads against his forehead, his body taut with restraint. My eyes well up when I realize he’s holding back because he doesn’t want to hurt me. He puts me first. I relax, knowing with every fiber of me I can trust him.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks as he wipes the tear away and stops.

In the best way possible. Instead, I shake my head and place my hand against his cheek.

“I’m ready. I want you, inside me, Kian.”

My words spur him on.

“I want to get inside you, too, angel, but I don’t want you feeling pain, just pleasure.”

My heart cuts itself from my chest and offers itself on a plate to him. My feelings for him are a snowball rolling down the Himalaya. He pulls in and out until I open more and more, and with one deep thrust, he’s all the way inside me, filling me completely, and stealing my breath.

A gasp parts my mouth in discomfort, but also awe. I feel him beating inside of me, making what was no one’s space, his completely. Our heartbeats fuse together, our bodies creating a halo, a colorful rainbow between us. He stays inside of me until my breath returns to normal.

“Are you all right?” he asks, seeking my eyes.

I nod because I am. I smile as he places little kisses across my jawline, my cheeks, my eyelids. His arms shake with his restraint, and when the discomfort eases, I shift under him.

“I'm going to move now.” He pushes in deeper, and the need to chase pleasure switches on. “You’re taking all of me so good, angel.”

My eyes close at his mouth on my breasts, his thumb circling my clit, and the steady pace of his love making. My toes curl on the cusp of an orgasm that I’m sure will consume me.

I shout his name when I come, and he thrusts once more and roars mine.

“Do you know what you are now?” he asks.

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