Page 57 of Creatures Like Us
God. Oh god.
“Does that hurt?” he asks, gaze flipping up to me.
“No.” It burns a bit. Okay,a lot. “Keep going.”
“Are you—”
“Are you going to do it or not?” I snap.
“Not if I’m going to hurt you.”
Tears press at the back of my throat. “Why do you care so much? I’ve hurtyou.”
“I’ve hurt you as well. But I don’t want to do that now. I want to pleasure you. I want to be able to fuck you without holding back. Will you let me do that?”
“Yes,” I hiss, eyes burning with tears, with frustration, with pain, and with the weight of it all. “I’ve already told you.”
He pulls back and out of me. “You won’t get it unless you’re honest with me.”
“Fuck being honest. Just fuck me.”
His mouth twists in a grimace as he leans back on his heels. Wait?…?is he really not going to do it?
Panicked, I rock my hips against him, grabbing for his shoulders. “Okay, okay, I’ll be honest: It burns a little, okay, but I think it’s supposed to. I think it’ll feel better once I’m used to it.”
Noah grunts and plants his hands on either side of me. “Are you sure?”
I nod desperately. “I’m sure.”
He lowers himself on top of me, sinking his cock inside again. That stabbing feeling comes back, but it’s not as bad as before. I’ll get used to it, I’ll get used to it?…
“H-How does it feel for you?” I ask, voice shaking.
“Intense,” he mumbles, voice strained.
“Yeah, for me too.”
“It’s really tight. Feels like I’ll hurt you if I go deeper.”
“You can go deeper. I want you to—ah, fuck!” I cry out as he thrusts inside, deeper than before, so deep I feel his hips meet my ass.
“Was that okay?” he asks, alarmed.
Holy shit. He’s all the way inside me. Buried balls deep in my ass. His base being thicker than the rest of him, it feels like he’s splitting me apart, in a good way, if that can make any sort of sense.
“Yeah. Yeah, it’s okay.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his hips, every inch of our bodies connected.
Noah braces himself with his hands on the mattress as he dumps his weight onto me with every thrust.
Okay, it feels pretty fucking good now. As I look into Noah’s eyes, even the pain feels like pleasure.
He leans back and bends my knees up high, looking down between our bodies, at my cock straining toward my belly.
“Are you going to come for me, Goldilocks?”
“Maybe,” I grit out. “If you’d—fuck—stop calling me that.”
He slams into me so hard it feels like he’ll tear my guts out. But I love it. Fuck, I’ve never loved anything more than this. My moans come out high-pitched like whines, embarrassing ones, but when Noah lets go of one of my knees to wrap his hand around my cock, I gain another point of focus.
