Page 49 of The Circus

“I’ll put babies in you someday, but not right now. I have a few fantasies to live out with you before that.”

God, he can read my mind, and it’s fucking scary sometimes.

“I just…wanted to know what it felt like. Without that, the first time.”

His head falls back, his face pointed toward the ceiling as he groans.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters.

I bite my smile away, and the smelly rubber hits the floor. I know what we’re doing is risky, but I also don’t care. I want this to be a certain way, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get my wishes.

“Cash was right,” he says, and I cock my head at him in question. He grins. “Said he bet I wouldn’t even use those. So he bought us Plan B as a joke.”

I only somewhat know what that is, and only because when Chastity takes it, she’s a raging bitch for days after.

His smile fades slightly when I don’t respond. “You were really sheltered, huh?”

That’s a secret I’m not ready to share, but it’s because I don’t want to give a single thought to my mother, especially right now, when something so good is about to happen. I shake my head softly, but firmly say, “After.”

Intrigue lights his gaze, and he moves above me, centering his hips to mine. It crashes upon me, in this moment. This is really about to happen. Awe and terror wage a war over my heart, and I swallow thickly, my voice squeaking when I speak. “Will…will this hurt?”

His eyes flick to mine, and he shakes his head, dropping down so our noses touch. “It will, but it won’t be because I want it to.”

I quiver at his words but nod.

“I’ll go slow, Eden. You set the pace. You tell me to stop or go and I’ll listen.”

“Th-thank you…”

He smirks, leaning up to press a kiss between my worried brows, and then I feel him at my entrance. My fingers dig into my bare chest, needing to sink into something to keep me planted. He rubs his thick tip up and down my wet slit, circling itover my sensitive nub, creating that pool of pleasure deep in my stomach again.

He does this a few times, dragging my wetness all around, igniting sparks of pleasure that center in my core and flare out through my limbs. The only thing I can hear is the pounding of my heart that shakes my frame, and his trembling breaths, the exertion it’s taking to hold himself back insurmountable.

“You ready?” he pants. No, I’m not, but I also am, and so I nod. He presses his head to my entrance, slowly easing inside, the stretch something different entirely than when it was just his fingers. It burns and aches, but he eases out, and the pain fades to a dull thudding. He reaches down, circling his thumb over my clit, and I gasp as the pleasure helps soothe some of the pain.

He does it again, gently rocking himself into me, a little further this time, pain and pleasure mingling into something darkly beautiful.

“Was…was that all of…it?” I ask.

He bursts forth with a bark of laughter, and I glare at him. He simply presses a kiss to my cheek and says, “No. That was only the tip, baby. Watch.”

Suddenly, he’s in me again, but his arms have lifted me until I’m half sitting on his lap, his dick inside me. It’s such an erotic sight, seeing us joined in such an intimate way, my pussy stretching to its max as it takes him, and his dick throbbing in time with his heartbeats. “You’re doing so good, Eden.”

His voice is a darkened whisper, and I watch with rapture as he sinks more deeply into me. It’s still not even halfway in.

“Ow,” I hiss, fingernails digging into his biceps, brow pinched in the middle. He eases out, keeping his cock in me but relenting slightly.

“Such a beautiful little doll. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he says, voice husky in desire as he watches the scene between us as well. “Look at you, taking me like such a good girl.”

“Mmm,” I whimper as he pushes more back in.

“Drool on it, baby,” he says breathlessly. Shocked, my eyes catch his, but he nods down. “Open that smart mouth and drool all over my cock before I put it in you.”

Oh my god…

My jaw falls open, my body obeying before my mind can comprehend, and I let my saliva drip down in long, wet strings. Some lands on his cock, some on my clit, where it slides to my stretched entrance. He continues to back out and feed me more, and I keep my mouth open, my eyes bouncing from us to his face. He’s biting his lip, his gaze on his cock, his head tilted to the side for the perfect view.

“You were made for me,” he says with conviction, and I shudder above him. When he’s halfway in and I swear I can’t take anymore, his eyes find mine. “I’m gonna break your hymen, baby. You’re gonna bleed. It’s gonna hurt. But I’ll make it feel better, I promise.”

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