Page 18 of Pleasure Lessons

“Rhett–” I gasp.

“I know, angel. I know. I think you’re ready now.”

He spreads my legs wide and kneels between them, the crown of his cock positioned at my breach. I’m tingling all over with anticipation and freeze a little when he presses forward and begins to spread my entrance.

“Breathe,” he instructs me. “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow, my innocent little angel.”

I nod, his words filling me with trust. Elation. I force myself to relax and take a deep breath.

He pushes in.

And oh my God, the pain. A sharp pang of pain from the stretch wrenches through me. But it’s not just pain–it’s more than that. So much more. It’s pleasure, it’s wonder, it’s excitement. I feel overwhelmed as my body struggles and adapts to take him in.

The pain is there for just another moment–just a tiny little sting–and then it’s gone.

Then,amazement.

I’m full, complete, sparkling with sensations I never could have imagined, not even from the most vivid pages of my romance novels. “Rhett,” I moan, reaching up and snatching him by his broad shoulders. “You’re–you’re so big.”

“How would you know?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I–I wouldn’t…I just–”

He shuts me up with a finger to my lips and grins. “I’m only teasing, angel. But you’re right. Iambig. And you know what else?”

“What?” I ask as he lifts his finger, pushing deeper.

“You’re gonna take it all.” His words launch me into space. I can’t handle what’s happening. “This pussy belongs to me now.”

I cry out as he finds the spot inside me that makes everything explode. A climax beyond anything I ever imagined possible wracks my body, causing my muscles to tense and my back to nearly break as it arches up off the bed.

“Rhett!”

“That’s it,” he growls. “Tell me, angel. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

“Is that–what you want!?” I manage to somehow stammer as my orgasm courses through me, threatening to shred me to pieces.

“Tell me!” he barks, impaling me with his full length.

“I love it! I love your dick!” I cry out, tears spilling from my eyes. It’s overwhelming. Like being hit by lightning. Pleasure rocks through every single nerve ending, and I scream his name as he pumps hard like a piston, driving deep inside me and rocking the bed with every thrust.

“I normally don’t do this,” he whispers, bringing his lips to my ear. “But seeing as how you’re already coming, I might as well come too.”

Before I can even process what he’s said, I feel it.

A fierce jet of hot, sticky slick sprays inside of me, coating my walls, spilling out of me and dripping down my butt and onto the sheets.

Oh my God. He’s coming inside me.

My heart cracks open as I realize the implications, accept them, and relish them. “I love you, Rhett,” I confess without hesitation or embarrassment.

He groans as his cock continues to pulse inside me, and we ride our orgasmic waves together through a moment of chained mutual bliss. And when his massive frame settles onto my body, nearly crushing me beneath his weight, all I can do is pant and sob and trace the lines of his muscles aimlessly with my fingertip, and count myself as the luckiest woman in the world.

But then it hits me.

He didn’t say he loved me back.

“Rhett?” I ask hesitantly. “Did you…hear what I said?”

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