Page 109 of The Truths that Deceive

The invasion makes me whimper.

“Oh shit. Wait…”

God. His fingers stretch me open, wide, and there’s a little pain as I clench.

These are just fingers.

They feel huge.

His cock actually is huge. Big, thick, hard, and fucking steel. How the hell…? I gulp. “Wait… I changed my mind.”

Smith actually stops.

He doesn’t pull out, but he stays where he is. “We don’t need to do this,” he says to me like he’s talking about changing the channel. “Do you want me to stop?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “You’re so big.”

“Is thatcode?”

Is it? I gulp. I…

“No,” I whisper. “I’m just… you’re so big.”

There’s silence. And my heart slams against my ribs, hard.

Then he starts to slowly move his fingers in me, his other hand coming around my stomach so he can stroke my clit.

“Your ass is mine, sweetheart,” he says, “but the only time I’ll hurt you is when you ask for it. And it’ll always be a good hurt.”

A shiver of need races through me, and I moan. “You have your prey. What are you waiting for?”

My words hang in the air, and he scissors his fingers before pulling out. He grabs my hips, pulling them higher, and then the thick head of his cock starts to push into me.

Lungs burning because I don’t dare breathe, I wait. He keeps going, agonizingly slow, stretching me open and there’s pain but not too much. He pushes in with something that feels like borderline reverence.

“Not much farther.”

Suddenly he’s in. All the way. All the fucking way and I let out my breath in jagged puffs.

“I feel so?—”

“Mine,” he says.

And a flare of something sweet and hot lights me up.

“Yours.”

It’s sex talk, I know. It’s weird, a little uncomfortable, and when he starts to move I’m not sure how I feel.

But the weirdness starts to shift, and each withdrawal and push back into me makes my body hum. Smith moves harder, faster. And I groan and push back into him because he’s rubbing against something and it feels good. Better than good.

I start to chant.

“More, more, oh God, harder. Harder.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He starts to slam into me, and the rising pleasure in me bursts into an orgasm but he doesn’t stop.

He keeps fucking me, hard and fast. Smith slides a hand under me, and he starts to rub and pull and twist my clit. And I scream. “Yessss.”

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