Page 86 of Whistle

His strong grip contrasted with his gentle words, and it broke me down. “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise, Goldilocks. Now lie down.”

I lay down and spread my legs, and he fingered me to make sure I was ready.

“If it’s too much—” He started, but I cut him off.

“It won’t be.”

A glint of challenge shone in his eyes, but I forgot about it the second his thick head pushed against my entrance.

I tensed, feeling how big he was, but his tongue swept into my mouth, and I relaxed all over again. He pushed, sliding halfway in, and cursed. My eyes widened at how I burned, how full I felt with only half his length. Suddenly, I worried I wouldn’t be able to take all of him.

“God, you’re perfect,” he growled, a feral rumble in his voice. I forgot about myself, instantly entranced by his blissed-out expression. “You hug me so good.”

Oh. Did I just become a size queen?

Yes. Yes, I did. At least for him. I wanted every inch of this man.

“More,” I begged, and he pushed the rest of the way in, both of us groaning when his balls hit my skin. My body stretched, rearranging itself to make room for him sort of the way my shattered heart felt whole enough to love him.

Pushing up on his palms, he gazed down at me with so much intensity that I held my breath. “No one else touches you now. You’re mine.”

I nodded.

“Can you do that for me, baby? Can you be mine and only mine?”

He pulled out and thrust in. My back arched, nails leaving claw marks across his back.

“Say it, Goldilocks. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Yours,” I said, clenching around his thick cock. “Yours, Daddy. No one else’s.”

He started moving then with long, sure strokes, spearing me over and over until I was blind to everything but the way my body felt split open on his cock. My body slid up the mattress with every thrust, and when his hand slapped onto the headboard and gripped, I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist.

He fucked me so good that I didn’t think. I just floated in a space of pure pleasure, and nothing else mattered because he had me and I was safe. My body sang even as it tightened more and more, begging for release as his swollen head dragged over my prostate until I was pleading.

“Please,” I panted out, reaching between us to grab my dick and stroke. “I want to come.”

“You ready to come for me, sweetheart? You gonna show me how fucking gorgeous you are when you fall apart on my dick?”

“I’m already in pieces, Daddy.” I moaned. “Finish me.”

His throaty laugh brought me to the very edge, and he pushed my hand, replacing it with his. I shot off without even a single stroke.

“That’s it,” he cooed, thrusting deep and holding himself there, pulsing his hips to nudge my P-spot while draining me dry.

My entire body felt like a live wire, tense and pulsing while the orgasm poured out of me, all over my belly, and hit him in the chest. I moaned and called his name, nails digging into his arm as pleasure held me captive until I was wrung out and spent on the bed.

Above me, Emmett’s body tensed, and his rhythm turned uneven. I peeled my eyes open because this was a sight I did not want to miss.

Jaw locked, his eyes met mine for one blistering, beautiful moment before he threw his head back and moaned long and low, his dick throbbing inside me.

Before he was finished, Emmett pulled out swiftly, ripped the condom off, and fisted his cock to shoot across my belly, painting the diamond stud white just like he said he would.

Grunting, he reached between our bodies, smearing it around and pushing his finger into my belly button.

“Mine,” he rumbled, then laid his messy fingers against my lips.

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