Page 11 of Stitches

I clung to his biceps, his words lighting a fire inside me, as he pushed forward, his head breaching me.

I squeezed my eyelids closed.

“Open. Look at me,” he said in a rough voice.

I snapped open my eyes and stared up at him. The blues of his eyes had significantly darkened.

“Tell me no if you want me to stop,” he continued in that rough, sexy voice. “Because once I’m fully inside you, Sirena, you’ll be my new home forever. Your pussy will be mine now too. Not just Dante’s. We’ll both fuck you whenever we want. Do you understand?”

I said nothing as I stared back at him, the implications of his words all too real.

Instead, I lifted my head and met his lips.

That was my answer.

He pushed inside me. Stretching me. Making it ache.

I opened my mouth to cry out, but there was no sound as he bottomed out deep within my heat.

“Oh, baby,” he whispered, peppering kisses on my face and lips. “Oh, my heaven. You’re so fucking tight and perfect. Are you OK?”

I clung to him tighter, earning a soft groan from him.

“I can’t stop now,” he whispered in a shaky voice as he pulled out of me and pushed back in, making me shake beneath him. Ashes knew how to get deep. He made it hurt in the most delicious way.

“You belong to me.” He pulled out and burrowed back in, the fullness of each of his thrusts making me want to cry out his name and scratch my nails down his back.

“You’re not even taking all of me yet. Relax,” he cooed into my ear. “Let your legs fall to the sides and open that pretty pussy up for me. Let me bury myself deep into your soul, heaven. Forever.”

I did as he instructed, knowing it was going to hurt. Church liked to fuck me deep too. He brought a similar kind of pain with his pleasure. I hadn’t had Church inside me since the cemetery though. The thought of both of them burying themselves in me made me squirm with want.

Ashes pushed back into me so deep a soft cry left my lips.

“Oh, there you, go, baby. Fuck. That’s it. I’m going to do it again and you’re going to cry out for me.”

He pulled out and pushed back in.

The cry came without me forcing it.

It hurt.

But it felt so good too.

“Good girl.” He kept his pumps shallow, fucking me slowly. “You’re my good girl. I’ll go easy, OK?”

And he did.

He was gentle as he moved in and out of me, his kisses perfect and sweet, his hands cherishing every part of me they touched.

When I tightened around him, he pressed his lips to mine, his pace staying even before he stared down at me, so much love and adoration in his eyes it made my heart clench. This was a man who loved me with every bit of him there was.

“Come for me,” he whispered. “Come on my cock, heaven.”

God, he has such a dirty mouth…

I came hard, my chest heaving as I dug my nails into his back.

“There you go. Keep coming, baby. Keep coming for me.” He moved a little quicker, taking the tail end of one orgasm and weaving it into the next. “Do it again. Do it for me again.”

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