Page 62 of His Temptation
With one hand, I reach down and grab my dick, then place it at her wet entrance. I start to rub it up and down, coating it in her wetness.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“I’m ready,” she replies softly.
I settle myself at her entrance and then lean back down so I can be close to her. Slowly, I push the tip in until I feel her warmth surround me.
I grunt and swear at the same time she gasps—our reactions for two entirely different reasons. I look at her to make sure she’s okay. My heart is thundering in my chest at how intense the moment is.
“I’m going to push in a bit more. Okay?” I ask.
“Mmhmm,” she replies.
I push in carefully until I’ve fed her another inch. Her face contorts into a slight grimace at the intrusion. I hate that I’m hurting her, yet I still can’t control how fucking incredible it feels at the same time. Pushing in another inch or two, I feel that I’ve reached her barrier.
“I need a second,” she breathes.
I lean down and kiss her, stroking my tongue against hers until I feel her muscles loosen for me. “Just tell me when you’re ready,” I whisper against her lips.
We get lost in our kisses for a minute before she stops.
“Okay. I’m ready for more.”
I look down at her. “This next part is going to hurt.”
She dips her head in understanding. I swallow tightly as I thrust my hips forward, and my dick breaks through and slides in the rest of the way until it’s completely gripped by her pussy. My heart thunders in my ears as it feels like all my blood rushes to my dick.
“Fuck,” I growl as my forehead falls to her shoulder, and she lets out a small cry.
I leave my head down as I try to gain control back, but it feels impossible. I’m completely lost in the moment, lost in the intensity of my feelings.
“I’m okay,” she whispers. “You can move again.”
“I’m not sure I’m okay,” I say in return.
As I pull out and sink back into her, a sharp breath leaves my lips—a mix of pure pleasure and something I don’t dare name. She’s so tight; every tremble that she releases around my dick ignites a primal possessiveness in me. I watch her expression shift from one of discomfort to pleasure as her body opens to me. Her jaw falls as my dick moves in and out of her.
I push in until I bottom out and then move my hips around to hit that spot.
She gasps, “Lincoln, oh my God.”
I rest my forehead on hers and keep moving, knowing I’m hanging on by a thread. “I know. Do you think you can come for me?”
“I think so,” she exhales. “Shit. Yes. I’m almost there.”
“Fuck, baby. I’m so close,” I grunt as I pick up the pace.
I feel her walls choke my cock as she comes all over me. The flood of her release does me in, my thrusts getting jerky as I’m taken over the edge with her. I fall on top of her and rest my head on the pillow with her as we breathe together in complete and utter satisfaction.
23
KYLIE
“How was practice last night?” I ask Ben as we sit at the table and eat our breakfast.
“It was good,” he says in a hoarse voice with tired eyes.
I realize he didn’t stutter or slow his words down, but I know I’m not supposed to make a big deal about it since it will only draw more attention to it. Still, the therapy is really working. Even if it was a short statement.
