Page 38 of One Spicy Summer

When the orgasm hits, it’s not even close to what I imagined. It’s a full-body, soul-shaking thing that wrecks me from the inside out.

"Oh, fuck, Princess, I’m so sorry," I pant, shame creeping up my spine.

"Sorry?" she asks, confused.

"I didn’t want to come that fast," I growl, pissed at myself. "I wanted us to come together."

She just laughs, soft and sweet, brushing sweaty hair off my forehead.

"Baby," she says, "we’ve got all night to get it right."

I still grumble under my breath, sliding out of bed, heading to the bathroom.

Grabbing a towel, I come back to her, motioning for her to lean back. "That’s my good girl," I tease, ruffling the top of her head just to piss her off.

She swats at me, grinning. "Stop! I’m not a kid anymore."

She opens her legs, and I catch sight of the small trace of blood, my mark on her. My proof that tonight really happened.

"I’m a full-blown woman now," she says, all smug and sassy.

"Imagine that," I laugh, gently cleaning her up. "My Princess is now a queen." She hisses a little, flinching. "Sorry," I murmur automatically.

"Stop saying sorry," she smirks. "Maybe Ilikethe pain you cause." I freeze, towel midair.

What the hell?

I look up, and she’s watching me with this look, this confident, sexy,dangerouslook.

And I know right then and there… This girl is gonna ruin me in the best fucking way.

Presley

The moment Ry pushes all the way in, I swear my whole body forgets how to breathe.

It burns, a deep, stretching ache, but underneath the pain, there’s thiselectric feelingbuilding between my thighs, coiling tighter and tighter.

He holds still, like he’s fighting every instinct to move, brushing his lips over my face, whispering things I can barely make out.

“You’re doing so good, Presley,” He whispers, raining kisses on me like I’m something precious. “My perfect, brave girl.”

“Ry... it hurts,” I gasp.

“It’ll pass,” He promises gently, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Do you want me to stop?”

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

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

My fingers clutch at his shoulders, digging into the hard muscle there, grounding myself.

God, he’sso big.He’severywhere.I feel himinside my ribs,inside my spine,inside the deepest part of me.

For a second, I almost tell him I can't, it's too much, too intense, too overwhelming, but then he shifts just slightly, and a jolt of pure pleasure ripples up my spine.

“Oh my God, Ry!” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.

He pulls out a little, then pushes back in, slow but firmer this time, and the burn dulls just enough to make room for somethingbetter.

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