Page 170 of Knot Like Other Girls

I immediately understand his strategy—this position will make it easier for him to hold her still so she can't squirm too much and hurt herself.

"Good thinking," I murmur, positioning myself behind her again.

I run my hand down the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver and squirm beneath my touch. I gather some of her natural lubrication from her swollen center on my fingers, using it to coat her asshole.

"This might feel weird," I warn, circling her clenching hole with my wet fingertip. "Try to relax."

She tenses initially, making a small sound of surprise as I press just the tip of my finger against her entrance. Troy strokes her hair, murmuring encouragement.

"That's it, princess. Just breathe. Cole's gonna make you feel so good, I promise. We both are."

I trace slow circles around her entrance, feeling the tight ring flex against my touch. This requires patience—her body needs time to understand that this touch means pleasure, not discomfort. I continue the gentle circles, gradually increasing pressure but not yet penetrating.

"Feels… strange," she murmurs, but her quivering body begins relaxing under my touch.

"Good strange or bad strange?" I ask, needing to know.

"Just different. Don't stop."

I nod, though she can't see me. When I feel the muscle beginning to yield slightly, I press more firmly, just my index fingertip entering her. Her entire body stiffens immediately.

"Breathe," I remind her. "Deep breath in, then exhale and push out slightly as I push in. It helps."

Troy cups her face, drawing her attention. "Look at me, princess. Focus on my eyes. That's it. Now breathe with me."

As she takes in a deep breath, I press forward, my finger sliding in past the first knuckle. She gasps, her muscles contracting around the intrusion.

"That's it," I encourage, holding still to let her adjust. "You're doing so well."

Her body grips my finger tightly, hot and incredibly snug. After a moment, I feel her relaxing around me, the initial resistance fading.

"More," she whispers, pressing back against my hand.

I work the single finger deeper, sliding it fully before beginning shallow thrusts. Each push elicits a new sound from her—little catches of breath that aren't quite pain, aren't quite pleasure yet, but somewhere between.

"Going to add a second finger now," I tell her, withdrawing to gather more lubrication. "You'll feel a stretch."

I press two fingers against her entrance, feeling increased resistance. Troy continues stroking her hair, whispering soft encouragement as she tenses up.

"Remember to breathe," he reminds her. "That's it. Good girl."

The praise seems to help. She exhales sharply, and I feel her push out slightly against my fingers. I take advantage of this moment to slide both inside, moving slowly but steadily until they're buried to the second knuckle.

"Fuck," she gasps, her back arching. "Burns?—"

I stop immediately. "Too much?"

"No," she says quickly. "No, just—give me a second."

I remain perfectly still, allowing her body to adjust. Troy distracts her, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss that makes her melt against him. I recognize the exact moment when the discomfort subsides, her muscles relaxing around my fingers.

"Better now," she murmurs against Troy's lips. "You can move."

I begin slow, careful thrusts, extending her inner passage with deliberate motions. I spread my fingers slightly, opening her entrance gradually. Each movement is measured, patient, designed to prepare her without causing pain.

Bella's breathing changes, deepening, interspersed with soft moans. The initial discomfort gives way to enjoyment as her body adapts.

"Feels good," she says, surprise in her voice. "Really good."

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