Page 89 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
When he dips his gaze, I swallow. My fingers shake as I fumble with his belt buckle. He doesn’t offer me any help at all, and if anything, I feel his cock stretch even wider beneath his pants. With the belt loose, I start on the button. It pops free with a feverish sigh. The zipper slides down easily, freeing the tension around his cock.
Black cotton boxers sit taut beneath the slacks. There’s no zipper, no buttons, just a fold with some skin straining beneath.
I inhale shakily and reach out to move the fabric. As my fingers brush the tight flesh, Andreas sucks in a harsh breath and his chestheaves.
“Do it,” he barks.
I swallow again butnothingis going to wet my dry throat.
I push my fingers into the tight gap and my heads spins at the realization I’m touching his cock.Reallytouching it. It’s not what I expected. The skin is soft but the thickness inside is surprisingly hard. The girth is so wide I can hardly wrap my hand around it, and when I try to slide it out, it takes an age for it to pull free. When it stands erect, I gulp. My husband wasn’t lying when he said he could tear my insides. While I have literally nothing to compare it to, something assures me Andreas is more heavily endowed than the average man.
I lift my gaze and see that he’s watching me closely, his eyes black with desire. My finger is back resting on my scar.
Without dipping his focus, he sits up, drifts a hand purposefully to my panties and tugs them to one side, then pulls me forward until his cock is pressing against my pubic bone. We are skin on skin—his cock between my legs. I believed him when he said he wasn’t going to break me in until I was ready. Looking at the size of him, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready. But Lord help me, I want to be.
He transfers his other hand to my hip and coaxes me into a slow, deliberate movement, drawing my bottom up a few inches then sliding it back down. The cluster of nerve-endings at my clit rubs slowly up and down his dick. I gasp at the sensation. My clit on his dick. Me onhim. Skin to skin. It feels so amazing I can’t utter a word.
His eyes burrow into mine, watching the effect every movement has on me. A dirty smile pulls at his lips, then it’s quickly chased by a fallen smirk when I lift myself and rub my clit over his tight crown.
“Fuck, Sera. I knew this would feel good, but notthisfucking good. If you keep this up baby, I’m going to paint your chest.”
His words pull more arousal from my opening, making it easier to slide up and down his thick length.
“God,Andreas…” I let my eyelids fall with pure pleasure.
“I know,” he groans. “I know.”
I’m losing my mind. He’s stopped moving my hips now because they’re moving of their own accord. I’m chasing friction whilelovingthe feel of him, like warm steel against my folds.
I lift myself a little too high, deliberately, and hold his gaze while I bite down on my bottom lip, then I lower myself onto the crown of his cock. His hands tighten around my waist and his eyes go even darker. He must only be inside me half an inch but I can already feel the stretch. I try to push myself down further but his hands stop me.
“Not yet,” he says through gritted teeth.
I swallow, silently begging him to just do it. I can’t wait anymore. I want this man. I belong to this man. I need him to claim me, finally. Make me his.Truly his.
A growl erupts from his throat. “Not. Yet.”
“But I’m ready, Andreas,” I whimper. “I’m aching for this. I want to feel you inside me. I don’t care if it hurts.”
He levels me with a glare I can only imagine has his victims inhaling their last breath. “Don’t make me say it again.” His fingers dig into my ribs so hard I can feel bruises forming.
With frustrated reluctance, I lift myself off his crown and slide back down his dick pulling a frayed moan from my chest.
“You are going to be so fucked, Serafina,” he pants, grabbing me again and taking charge of the pace of my movements.
I grip onto his shoulders and let him jerk off against my pussy. My breasts bounce with the frantic motion and my clit starts to sing.
“Oh God, Sera. I can feel you coming on my cock.”
He thickens between my thighs and I dig my claws into him, trying to hold on.
“I’m going to cover you any second. Fuck me hard, baby.”
Blood rushes from every edge of my body to my smoldering core and I release a rootless cry. I throb fiercely over his cock, my thighs parting wide so I can feel more of him.
More. More. More.
He keeps moving me, even as his cock swells and his thighs brace. Come shoots between us, covering us both in white semen. He keeps the pace, drawing out every last bit, painting us both. There’s tons of it.
