Page 132 of The Arrogant One
“Breathe. It’s only going to get better from here. You have all of me.” I grazed her clit with a continuous motion, keeping her turned on, making sure she stayed wet. “Tell me when you’re ready. I won’t move until you say the word.”
It was taking every bit of restraint I had not to come.
Not to pull back and slam in, drowning myself in this fucking feeling.
But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
I inhaled and exhaled through the pleasure, and I waited until I heard, “I’m ready.”
I delayed my reaction in case she had second thoughts, and when enough time went by where I was sure she didn’t, I slowly backtracked to my tip, and on my way in, her ass hugged me like a fucking suction cup.
“Ohhh,” I roared.
A suction cup that was going to drain every ounce of cum from my dick.
But unlike me, she wasn’t there yet.
“Within a few more strokes, you’re going to be used to this, and something is going to change inside you—just wait.”
Her clit needed more attention, so that was what I gave her, licking my finger to add spit to her skin. And I carefully glided in and out of her, making sure there was plenty of lube over the both of us.
I saw the change when it happened.
When the switch of pain turned off and her body accepted what I was giving to it, when it even got to the point where it wanted me, where she was suddenly enjoying having my dick in her ass.
“This is feeling good, isn’t it?”
“I … don’t know how.” She let out some air. “But it is.” She held my wrist, keeping my hand on her pussy even though it had no intention of leaving her. “Lockhart!”
This was her first time. I wasn’t going to drag it out and ruin her experience and make her so sore that she would hate me, along with the thought of this, and never want me in her ass again.
Because I had all intentions of being in this ass again.
As often as I could.
That was how incredible she felt.
An orgasm that was going to be positively mind-blowing.
And I was about to experience it.
Right fucking now.
“Lockhart!”
I slipped a finger into her pussy. I didn’t want to just hear how close she was; I wanted to feel it too.
“Oh my God!” she yelled. “What is even happening?”
She was closing in.
Pulsing.
“That’s it, Sadie.” My thumb moved faster, massaging the top where my tongue had been, working that little bud. “Yes! I can feel it!”
Not just on my finger.
But on my dick, throbbing around me.
