Page 59 of That's Too Pucking Bad

I swallow hard but nod again, letting him guide me. The plush fabric feels soft beneath me as I sit, heart pounding, theweight of the moment sinking in. He stands before me, a striking figure against the dim light, and my breath hitches as he begins to undress. His shirt slides off, revealing the hard lines of his chest, and I can’t help but trace my eyes over every inch of him.

“You’re breathtaking,” he breathes, his gaze heated as he watches me. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, but I can’t look away.

I nod, my pulse racing as he rolls the condom on, the slow, deliberate movement making me ache with anticipation.

Vulnerability washes over me, but it’s quickly replaced by the thrill of desire as he kneels beside the couch, positioning himself at my entrance.

“Ready?” he asks, searching my eyes for any hint of hesitation.

I hesitate just for a moment, nerves and excitement swirling within me. “I think so.”

“Just breathe,” he reminds me.

His voice is soothing as the tip of his dick touches my entrance. It feels so good as he teases me, watches me for a moment. Then he pushes slowly, adding pressure.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, my body stretching around him, and I bite my lip to suppress the sound threatening to spill from my mouth. It’s intense, the way he fills me, and I feel every inch of him.

“Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches my reaction. “You’re so tight, babe. So fucking perfect.”

He thrusts slowly at first, letting me adjust, and I can’t help but let out uncontrollable moans. The stretch is overwhelming but in the best way possible.

“Zane,” I whisper, half begging for more, half trying to ground myself.

“Just breathe for me,” he says, his tone gentle yet commanding. “You’re doing so well.”

“Zane,” I gasp, my body arching against him. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Just a bit longer,” he encourages, his thrusts relentless, pushing me closer to the edge. “You can do this. I’m right here.” His thumb slides to rub gently on my clit. I clench around him.

His words wrap around me like a lifeline, grounding me even as I float closer to the brink. It’s dizzying, the way he makes me feel— like I’m caught between ecstasy and fear, pleasure and pain.

“Please,” I whisper, not sure what I’m begging for anymore.

He leans down, kissing me as he shifts deeper, and I feel a tear slide down my cheek— not just from pain, but from the sheer intensity of the moment. He notices immediately, licking the tear away with a flick of his tongue.

“Oh, baby, you’re crying?” he murmurs, concern lacing his voice. “I got you, okay? Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I assure him, breathless and completely lost in him. “But it’s just… a lot.”

“Good. I am a lot,” he says, thrusting deeper, and I feel my body begin to respond again, the pleasure building with each movement. “You are so fucking hot when you cry, baby.” He wipes my fresh tear. “Tell me if it gets to be too much and I’ll stop. I can always fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, gripping his shoulders as I push my hips against him. “Just keep going.”

“God, you’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he growls, and the words ignite something primal inside me. I can’t help but nod, wanting to please him, wanting to give him everything.

“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “I am.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he says, licking more of the tears that slides down my cheek, the action shocking me out of my haze. “Focus on me, okay.”

“Okay,” I manage, even though it’s hard to keep it together.

He shifts back up, his hands sliding under my thighs, and in one smooth motion, he lifts me, pressing my back against the couch as he pulls out then sinks into me slowly. My breath hitches, and I can’t hold back the loud moan that escapes my lips as he fills me.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine. “Breathe through it. I promise it won’t always be like this. I know it hurts, but your pussy feels so fucking good to me. This is the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He is hitting spots I did not even know existed. I can see blinding lights behind my eyelids. All his words are making this easier. The best sex he’s ever had? He’s making me feel some sort of way right now.

“Zane,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts deeper. It’s a stretch I’ve never felt before, and it’s overwhelming, but also so damn good.

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