Page 122 of Flipping the Script

“Same. About six months. All good and only you.” I met his confused gaze. “What?”

“Nothing. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“No.”

“At least we’re on the same page.”

I turned back to the couch and got into position, not letting myself think about how impulsive we were being.

Something broad and slippery rubbed against my softened hole.

“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m good.” I blew out a breath and tried to clear my mind.

He increased the pressure, and a second later, he breached me.

I bit back a gasp at the sting of pain. Bas was being gentle, but with his monster dick, I was going to feel it no matter how slow or careful he was.

“There you go,” he murmured, holding my hips as he slowly pushed inside me using tiny pulses that helped open me up. “Keep breathing, babe. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” His thumbs traced a gentle pattern on my hips as he swept them over my skin.

My breathing caught for a whole different reason.

Bas’s touch wasn’t just gentle; it was familiar and comforting. The kind of unconscious affection you shared with a lover, not someone you were hate fucking.

It was like when he’d washed my hair for me. That hadn’t been a sexual experience, but the care and consideration he’d taken with me had gone beyond just returning the favor.

I wasn’t used to being touched like that. Usually I was the one taking care of everyone else. The one people relied on to step up and do whatever needed to be done.

It felt way too good to just give that power over to Bas and let him take care of me.

“Just a little more,” he murmured, still stroking my skin with his thumbs. “There. That’s all of me.”

“Christ,” I muttered, breathing deep as I adjusted to his size.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“Not hurting. Just huge.” I shifted positions, spreading my legs a bit more and angling my hips so he hit exactly where I needed him to. “Oh yeah. There.”

He chuckled and slowly pulled out of me. “Right here?”

He pushed back in, gliding over my prostate and lighting me up from the inside.

“Jesus.” I pushed up on my arms and held on.

“I thought that was your name?” he teased as he fucked me nice and slow, keeping that perfect angle.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I accused, closing my eyes against the onslaught of sensations hitting in rapid succession.

“Maybe.” He chuckled again, the sound low and warm.

I pushed back against him, trying to force him to go faster.

He took the hint and slung into me, using his grip to pull me back to meet his thrusts.

The crackling of the fire mixed with the sounds of our cries and the slap of skin as he fucked me hard and fast, hitting exactly where I needed him to.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice gruff.

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