Page 76 of Mutant Mine

Ah.

It’s a stretch.

“Too much?” Roth asks.

I shake my head, unable to speak just yet.

Slowly, very slowly, I force my hips down and take him inside me. Inch by tight, squeezing inch, I feel his cock opening me up. As I go, Roth strokes my hips with his thumbs, breathing hard and staring up at me reverently.

We both close our eyes and groan when I suddenly sink down the last couple of inches, taking him all the way inside.

The connection between our bodies feels throbbing and hot. He’s thick, heavy — I’m sofull.

It’s nothing like having his fingers inside me. There’s some pain, a kind of aching burn. Muscles I’ve never used before have been stretched hard, taking him for the first time.

“I’m sorry — just give me a moment,” I say, breathingthrough it.

“Of course,” Roth says. His voice is strained, but infinitely patient.

After a minute, I lift my hips up just a couple of inches, then lower myself back down again. There’s still some ache, but it’s fading fast.

“Rory,” Roth exhales, still gripping my hips in his huge hands.

“It feels…ah,” I say, repeating the movement, up and down. “Roth, it feels good…”

Gripping the muscles of his chest, I move my hips experimentally. I soon discover that if I roll my hips in circles, or grind back and forth, then my clit rubs over that line of three hard, rounded bumps above his cock. The bumps are beaded with moisture now, and it eases my way as I slide myself against them, humming at the feeling.

My movements also make his cock rub back and forth inside me. The thick bumps and ridges on his shaft catch my already-stretched opening with every stroke, and brush over and over a particular spot deep inside that makes me shiver.

I grind my hips faster and faster, clumsy in my enthusiasm. At first I was worried how my body must look to Roth from this angle — but that doesn’t matter now. I close my eyes, swallowing a whimper, and let my head fall back.

“Roth,” I breathe as he grabs my hips more firmly. He starts thrusting up in time with my movements, hitting me harder and deeper than I could manage alone. “R-Roth—”

“Good, Rory. Say my name.”

“Roth,please—”

I don’t know what I’m begging him for — until I do.

He’s made me come before, but it’s never felt like this. My knees dig into his ribs as my whole body spasms with pleasure. My inner muscles grip the thick intrusion insideme as they pulse and clench, and I hear Roth groan through clenched teeth.

At last, I flop down on top of him, our chests pressed together, panting hard.

He lets me rest like that for a minute, still hard inside me. He’s been so patient. But as soon as I catch my breath, Roth’s voice is urgent in my ear.

“Rory, can I…”

“Yes,” I mutter, shifting my hips again, surprised to feel how much heat is still there. “Anything.”

Immediately, he rolls us over so that he’s on top. He pushes his cock back inside with one long, slow thrust, knocking the breath out of me again.

“You are—Aurora.You are s-so—” he says, beginning to roll his hips back and forth.

I’m seeing stars. I kiss the words out of his mouth.

In this position, his thrusts move deeper inside me than before. Those magical bumps of his strike and rub my clit with every push. I can only let my knees fall open wide to cradle his hips, cling to his shoulders, and take it — feeling drunk, delicious, sticky and sweet.

Roth cradles the back of my neck, holding me against him. It allows me to nose into his throat, which seems to be the source of that sugary, smoky musk. There are small swellings under the skin there, I discover. Lazily, lying back with my eyes hooded, I stroke them with my tongue as his hips work between my legs.

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