Page 34 of Rent Free

Both of his hands went to his jeans, tearing away the fabric as if he couldn’t stand it holding him in for another second.

I didn’t move from the position he’d put me in, ass still high in the air.

He came up behind me once he was free of his clothes, and I felt the tip of his cock drag along my wet folds.

I closed my eyes and pushed backward, feeling his cock lodge against my asshole in the process.

Now, I’m not saying that I’m against anal or anything, but the feel of his large cock pressing there sent a shiver of fear coursing through me.

He was big.

Bigger than the single itty bitty plug I’d played with on my own, paired with a vibrator.

There was no way on Earth it was fitting.

Not that it was something I wanted to do today but…

“Mmmm,” his voice was a rumbly rasp as he pressed forward a bit harder. “Not that I’m gonna turn down that invitation.”

I started to get nervous, but he pulled back, his cock now in his fist as he rubbed it up and down the length of my pussy lips, coating himself in my wetness.

I shivered, stunned to silence that we were about to do this.

That his cock was about to be inside me.

That I was about to break the years long dry spell with the man who hated my guts.

A cry left my lips when he started to push inside of me, his cock so fat that it stretched me even with the tip.

“Shhh,” he crooned, all rumbly and enticing. “You can take me. Deep breath.”

I closed my eyes and willed myself to open to him, finding it hard as hell to accomplish when he was as big as he was.

I mean, I’d seen the man in all kinds of outfits.

Police uniform. Running shorts. Sweatpants. Sleep pants. All of the things he’d worn to come into the bakery in the last year.

But nowhere in any of those clothes had I seen something so monstrous.

“Not a monster, baby.” He laughed, his hand smoothing on my ass cheek to calm me down. “Just a regular man.”

“Nothing like a regular man, Atlas.” I gasped as he pushed deeper, my eyes starting to water with the stretch.

“Holy shit,” he growled. “You’re too tight.”

Way too tight.

But his hand, that beautiful, masculine hand, reached around my front and expertly found my clit.

I bit my lip, my eyes crossed, and I buried my face into the sheets as a moan escaped my lips.

“Jesus,” I moaned.

He circled my clit with rough fingers, not quite touching the bundle of nerves, as if he knew exactly what I would’ve done had it been my own hand.

He worked me, bringing me higher and higher. His back was plastered to my front, and his hot breath was in my ear.

I could feel our hearts pounding in sync as my orgasm built and built.

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