Page 89 of Not Catching Love

I’m so overwhelmingly full, and I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like once it’s his cock. I need this. Need to feel owned and consumed. To know he needs my ass as much as I need his cock.

“You’re going to be so fucking tight,” he rasps. He’s workingme open with his fingers, and while it’s weird and uncomfortable, it doesn’t hurt. Mentally, it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced, but at least the stretch has taken a tiny bit of the desperate edge off.

Derek lets go of my cock and leans down to kiss me. I could survive with just this for the rest of our lives, I think, because it’s that fucking good. But now that I’m getting a taste of sex, that I know what it’s supposed to be like, how it’s supposed to feel, I’ll take every opportunity to indulge that he gives me.

We’re kissing for so long that when he pulls back, his lips are puffy. “That’s as ready as I can get you,” he says.

“Then it’s time to fuck me, isn’t it?”

Concern crosses his forehead. “It might hurt. It might?—”

“I don’t care. This is what I want.”

There’s a second where I think he’s going to argue with me, and then he relents. “Okay. Lay on your side so I can get behind you.”

I’m fucking nervous. I didn’t expect to be, and they’re good nerves, but they’re there anyway. I watch over my shoulder as Derek strips off, then rolls his condom on and covers himself with lube.

“Still good?”

My poor ass feels empty. “I need you so bad.”

Derek lies down behind me, pressing against my back, and when he kisses along my shoulder, it melts me. “I’m going to put myself in, then it’s up to you how fast or slow you take me. Okay?”

I nod quickly, desperate to feel it, and when the fat head of his cock presses to my hole, I’m so eager I try to thrust back onto him.

Derek grabs my hip. “We need to be kind to your little virgin hole,” he warns, right by my ear. “I’ve got a fat cock, and this isn’t going to be easy.”

My eyes almost roll back at how Derek can be his same considerate self while talking likethat.

“Please.” I’ll do or say anything to get him to push inside already.

“You have no idea what your begging does to me, bug.”

The pet name makes me whimper, and he finally,finallypushes forward.

The stretch is more than I was prepared for. I’d thought his fingers made me feel full; his cock is making me feel ripped open. It doesn’t hurt too badly, but there is a slight burn, and for one wild moment, I doubt that I can do this. Derek pauses to add more lube.

“What if you’re too big?” I ask.

“Then we’ll stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.” I try to shove down again, but Derek’s hand stays steady on my hip. Lucky he does, too, because the small movement was too much too quick, and it legitimately hurts for the first time.

A hiss escapes my teeth.

“I need you to be patient, or I’m taking it away.”

“You can’t.”

“I can. I want this too, but I’m not going to let you hurt yourself.”

I take a long breath to try and help calm down. At least the sharp pain that’s thankfully fading helped reduce my desperation. “Okay. I’ll be careful.”

“Good. Just move slowly, and stop whenever you need to.”

Unfortunately, whenever I need to is way too much for my liking. He wasn’t lying about being big or that this wouldn’t be easy. But I’m fucking determined.

“That’s it,” he mutters, adding even more lube. We have to have gone through half the bottle by this point. “You’re doing so good. Just a bit more. Keep going.”

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