Page 77 of Stella
I no longer care what happens tomorrow when only tonight matters.
I hang on for dear life as his eyes drop to his hand holding his dick between my legs. “If you could see how perfect you are, Princess.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, this is too much, but also not enough. The promise of more, but him drawing it out is torture.
“Please,”I whimper.
A slow smile spreads across his face. “You seem pretty quiet, baby girl, you okay?”
“I need you inside me. Stop stalling.”
“Who am I again?”
My eyes lift. “DetectiveCallaghan. I need you to put that big cock inside of me. Now, please.”
He bites down on his bottom lip, like he too can’t stand the wait anymore, and then his tip is nudging at my entrance. I’m so slick he won’t have any trouble sliding in, but he is thick and long so this may hurt a little… “Oh,” I cry out when he’s only part way in.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so tight.”
“Rail me,” I cry.
He chuckles. “Not gonna rail you until we warm up a little, baby, that’s the first thing you’re gonna learn.”
“I’m warmed up, trust me. I just need to feel you.”
His eyes are dangerously sexy, and I remove my grip from the comforter to his hips, encouraging him. “Oh, you’re gonna feel me, Princess. Don’t worry about that.”
He’s snug, and every sensor in my body is going crazy wanting more of him.
Cale slides in a little more, then pulls out so just his tip is inside me. “Fuck.”
He keeps saying that, and I fucking love it. His body contracts as he slides in again, his stomach muscles clenching just like his jaw. I can tell he’s holding back, but he doesn’t have to. I want all of it.
“Do it,” I plead. “Break me.”
His grip on the duvet tightens as his eyes meet mine, and then he jerks his hips, ripping through me, and I cry out in alarm and pleasure. He seats himself and stills. He’s so deep inside me, and I feel so full all I can do is brace.
“Your pussy is gripping me like a fucking vice. You feel that?” he groans. “This pussy is mine, Stella. Do you understand me?”
I nod.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“It’s yours.”
“All of it.”
“All of it,” I agree.
He slides out, then slides back in gently. “Holy fuck.”
I can’t even explain how this feels. He’s so big, so filling, so fucking everything. As he moves his hips back-and-forth slowly, I adjust to his size.
“How does that feel, baby girl?” Oh, his words.
I groan when I reply; “Soooo gooood.”
He smiles, working in and out of me so slowly, so incredibly gentle that I grip his ass, pleading for more. “You’re not ready for rough,” he chuckles.
