Page 82 of The Baller

But I was entirely distracted by something else.

Why had it never occurred to me that the height difference between us would pertain to other… parts?

“Radley, look at me.”

I managed to drag my gaze away from his massive cock and meet his eyes, and the entirely brazen way he was staring at me while his fist wrapped around his dick.

“It’ll fit, don’t you worry.”

My heartbeat kicked up, rattling in my chest, and not in the way it had been doing up to this moment. Not the good way.

Could sex bring on a panic attack?

The bed dipped as he kneeled down. “Radley, baby, sit up and kiss me.”

I managed to push myself up on my elbows, until he grabbed my wrists and pulled me the rest of the way.

“What did I tell you to do?”

“Kiss you.”

“What are you waiting for?”

I honestly didn’t know. I leaned forward until my lips found his, and I sank into him. “Don’t stop kissing me,” he ordered without breaking contact. His hands dropped between my legs and two fingers slipped inside me.

“Don’t ever stop kissing me, Goldilocks.”

I know he swallowed a moan, though all I could focus on was the scissoring of his fingers, stretching me out, and pushing me back up the cliff. There’s no way I hadn’t drenched his palm, but any further thoughts I had were silenced when he scooped my hips and placed me in his lap.

It wasn’t his fingers easing inside me anymore.

“Oh… fuck…” he gritted out. “Jesus, you’re tight… so tight…”

My entire body trembled violently while I focused on breathing through what was definitely an attempt to split me in half. I could barely feel the vice-like grip of his fingers pressing into my thighs as he held me over his lap, sliding me onto his cock so excruciatingly slowly, I couldn’t tell if I was in Heaven or Hell.

And then it was over, and my thighs locked into place, adjusting to the stretch and size of him, until beads of sweat dotted across my skin in a poor attempt to cool the flames curling around my spine.

“See… I told you I’d fit.” He pulled my head back so I could look at him, his hazel eyes burning with fire, all for me. “Are you okay?”

“Move… just please move.”

It started slowly. Lux carefully lifted me up and eased me back onto his cock, never quite breaking the connection, but leaving me enough that I missed the fullness of him. His big hands guided my hips, rolling them against his strokes as he gradually increased the speed. When he added his thumb to the mix, brushing against my clit, my body took on a mind of its own.

“Fuck, Radley, you’re perfect. So perfect… your pussy…”

With my back arched, his lips found my nipples again, circling them over with his tongue one at a time. Each roll of my hips met his harder… faster… the rhythm dissolving into long, measured thrusts driving into me. We became nothing more than frenzied sweaty bodies.

“Lux…”

“I fucking love hearing you saying my name,” he growled against my chest.

One more powerful thrust…

“Oh God, Lux…”

“Scream it.”

He slammed into me again and again, my ass slapping in his lap, until one final, vicious thrust drove the end of his cock into my cervix, and I came again so hard that my brain rattled. This time the darkness was replaced by color bursting from every corner of the room. Bright, vibrant, fluorescent colors; a never-ending rainbow, changing shade with every powerful convulsion squeezing his cock.

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