Page 139 of One Wealthy Wedding

When I push a finger into her, she trembles.

Another one, and she moans.

“Please,” she says again. “Please, Theo. No teasing me.” She arches her hips and sinks onto my fingers.

“That’s it. Ride my hand. Use me, princess. I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“More,” she sobs. She glares at me, her lips parted, her face flushed. “I need you inside me.”

The words are like gas on an open flame. In a heartbeat, I’m there, at her entrance, slicking my cock through the wetness of her pussy, loving the way her lids close instinctively and then open again, like she can’t look away. Each slide of my cock sends spikes of pleasure through me. I let her grind against me, working herself up, until she moans and her hips start to move helplessly. She’s chasing her orgasm already, and I love it. I could come like this, from just the friction of her pussy and how slick she is for me.

“Slow down, princess.” I grab her thigh and her lids slowly open.

I grip my cock and push into her, just a bit. I groan at the feel of her. Better than I ever imagined, and I’ve imagined it hundreds of times. She gasps. “Theo,” she whispers.

“I know,” I say. I pause, my shoulders trembling, fisting my hands to keep from sinking into her and hurting her.

She wriggles a little. “More. I can take it.” I meet her gaze. Her chocolate eyes are hazy. They widen as I push farther in. I’m watching her carefully in case she’s in pain, and it’s all I can do not to let my own eyes shut. She clenches around me, hot and wet and perfect. My stomach jumps. Just a bit more.

She works herself onto my cock, inch by inch, until I’m all the way in. We sigh in unison. I can’t help the buck of my hips, can’t stop my fingers from gripping her thigh. I like it rough and I hope like hell she does too because I don’t want to hurt her.

She moans as I pull out and snap back. “Oh god, Theo.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. “Told you I was big.”

She arches under me. “I love it.”

I can finally look away from her face and down to where I’m inside her. “Look at you taking me, princess.” I roll my hips and watch her lids flutter. “You look so hot like this. Stretched around my cock. Do you feel good?”

“So good.” Her words are a mere whisper.

“Louder,” I grit out as I roll my hips again.

“So good,” she sobs. I pull back and slide home, still gentle. As gentle as I can be with the way my insides are hot and tangled and wanting.

“You want more?”

She nods.

“Tell me,” I command as I thrust again. Not enough. Still not enough. I want to consume her.

“Harder, Theo.”

“As you wish, princess.” I grip her hip and use the leverage to fuck her, deep and slow but unrelenting. She’s gasping and clenching, and each little sound she makes drags me to the edge.

“I’m so—” Her words are lost as she throws her head back and I drag her over my cock. Harder than before. Punishing and brutal and just fucking right.

“I can’t last,” I say. “I need to come inside you.”

“I’ve never done that,” she says on a breath. “Please.”

“You want it?”

“Yes.” The word pings through me, pulling me to the edge.

“Good,” I grit out. “Because I want to fill you up. I want to mark you. I’ve never done this either, and I can’t—” I groan as I feel her clench around me. “I can’t stop.” I fuck her through her orgasm, until she’s shaking and I can finally give in to the pleasure searing up my spine, tightening my groin, making me lost to her. My instinct is to shut my eyes, but with her, I want them open. Open to watch as my cock jerks inside her. Open to watch the way her mouth goes slack and she gasps as she feels me coming. Open to see how good I can make her feel with my body.

And open to see me dripping down her thighs when I pull out.

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