Page 145 of The Heartbreaker
Therefore, I went slow as hell, listening to every sound she made, to every breath she took, preparing her, spreading her. And when I was sure she could take more, I moved faster, going all the way past my knuckle until my whole finger was in. But theentire time I was doing this, my thumb was stroking her clit. She needed the combination. And I was right because she began to moan.
As soon as my ears heard that noise, I gently pulled out and aimed my cock at that tight fucking hole, swiping her clit while I inched my way to my crown. “Breathe, Addison.”
God-fucking-damn, this felt good.
Tight.
Wet from the lube.
A suction cup that was swallowing my dick and not letting it go.
Meanwhile, she was gripping the blanket on both sides, her teeth gnawing away at her lips.
“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
“I can’t talk yet.”
But I knew if she was hurting badly enough, she’d tell me to stop, and she hadn’t.
Her legs weren’t caving inward either.
Nor did I hear the sounds of extreme pain, and I knew them—I’d watched a child being born.
“Breathe,” I repeated. “Once I’m all the way in, it’ll get better, it’s just going to take a second.”
Her eyes locked with mine.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Can you handle more?”
As she nodded, I grabbed the bottle and added some extra lube to the rest of my shaft, fingering it all the way around so even the slightest shift forward would get inside her.
“I’m almost there,” I said.
There were only a few inches left, but I didn’t want to just give them to her and rush through it, even though I was fuckingdying to sink myself fully inside her. I kept up the same speed, and I gradually worked my way there.
And when I arrived, giving her the stillness I’d promised, I said, “I need you to breathe for me, baby.” I gave her clit more pressure, my thumb rubbing back and forth, never tiring and never stopping. “I’m going to stay just like this until you get used to me. I want you to tell me when you’re ready.”
Her hands flattened against my thighs, her palms slick. “I think I can feel you all the way in the back of my throat.”
“Honest answer—but even though I’m big, I’m notthatbig.” I chuckled.
As I watched her chest rise and fall, her eyes close, I tried to ignore the fact that her ass was pulsing around me, tightening, tugging on me without even moving.
That it wouldn’t take more than a few strokes and I’d be coming.
She felt that fucking good.
“Will you go slow?” she asked.
Her words brought me back, her eyes now open, her hands turned and gripping my legs.
“Of course, baby.”
“Then, I’m ready.”
