Page 36 of One Spicy Summer

Still, I move slowly, advancing by mere inches, my whole body tuned to hers. Watching every twitch, every flicker of discomfort on her face.

Because I know Presley, she’s stubborn. She’ll endure pain without a word if it means proving something.

As I push farther in, her eyes squeeze shut, her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“You’re doing so good, Presley,” I whisper, raining kisses across her flushed face, down to her chest. “My perfect, brave girl.”

She breathes hard through her nose, trying to relax.

“Ry... it hurts,” she gasps, voice small.

“It’ll pass,” I promise gently, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her eyes fly open, fierce and wild. “No!”

A grin tugs at my lips. “Didn’t think so. Relax for me, Princess. Take me in.”

I ease forward again, feeling her tight heat pull me deeper, making my body go taut with restraint.

But she clamps around me, panic fluttering in her muscles.

“Princess, if you keep squeezing like that, I’ll never get all the way in.”

She groans. “Mama didn’t raise no punk… but damn, Ry, it hurts.” She doesn’t tell me to stop though.Instead, she tilts her hips, opening her legs wider, inviting me in.

“That’s it, let me in,” I murmur, voice rough.

With a final, careful thrust, I push past her barrier.

She cries out, clutching my shoulders. “Ry!”

“I know, Princess,” I pant, kissing her through it. “I know. But now... now the real fun can start.”

I hold still, giving her a second to adjust. And then, God.

Once I feel how tight, how perfectly she fits me… I lose my damn mind.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” I groan, gripping the headboard for leverage.

This isn’t gentle.

It’s not slow.

It’s desperate, messy, raw.

Each sharp, burning thrust is followed by a flood of pleasure that has her gasping and moaning beneath me.

This is our first time, and it’s everything.Wild.

Hungry.

Ours.

There will be time for sweet kisses and slow love later. Right now, I couldn’t hold back if I tried.

Each painful thrust is followed by a slow, pleasure-soaked stroke.Her body, still adjusting to mine, clenches and releases around me, driving me out of my mind.

I bet we’re a sight, sweaty, desperate, barely holding on.

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