Page 88 of When It's Us
He drags his fingers over my clit, and the sensation makes me shiver, pushing him a little deeper so the wide head of his cock is fully inside me.
“Full. So full,” I moan, but roll my hips anyway. It’s instinctive, and I’m desperate to fill myself up with him. Until all I am is one with this incredibly filthy, deliciously sexy man.
I whimper when the stretch becomes almost too much.
“Don’t rush it. Fuck the tip while I tease this sloppy cunt,” he breathes. “Then you’ll take it all for me, yeah?”
“Ican’t.”
“Yeah, you can,” he reassures, running a thumb over my knee. “It’s all right. We can be flexible.”
I breathe out a laugh, distracted by the burn. “I’m not flexible.”
He smirks as he pulls out a bit then pushes back in. “I have personal experience that says otherwise.”
I groan as his fingers work over my clit.
He presses in another inch, and I can feel his piercing in the best way.
“Holyshit, this pretty pink hole is so fucking tight. How does it feel, California?”
“Good,” I say, licking my lips. “Green,” I mutter without prompting.
Wavy brown hair rests below his sun-kissed shoulders, his denim blue eyes burning into mine. “You’re gonna need to breathe through this last part, okay?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, Jesus. Just do it already.”
His lips tip up and a dimple flashes before his hips snap forward.
The burn iselectric.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” I moan.
His deep chuckle sends a shot of want directly to my clit, accompanying the burn of him pushing inside me. “I told you to breathe.” His thumb rubs small circles on my hip. “You okay, beautiful? Want me to pull out?”
He watches my every breath, every twitch, making sure I’m still with him, still wanting this. There’s no question he’d stop the second I signaled otherwise.
“Hold on.” I pant. “Jesus. Give me a minute before you split my vagina in half with your monster cock.”
His fingers dust over the hair at the apex of my thighs and then dip down to circle my clit once. My hips buck at the contact, forcing him a bit deeper. The burn is a mix of pain and pleasure.
I can’t.Ungh. "It’s not going to fit,” I grunt.
“Relax,” he chuckles, “it’s not even halfway in.”
My eyes go wide. “What do you mean? You’re gonna be in my throat soon.”
He huffs out a laugh, his deep blue eyes sparkling. “We can do that, too.”
He gives me another minute or two to adjust and then slowly pushes forward. His brow creases and his fingers dig into my hips. Soon, he lets out a tortured breath.
“That’s it,” he says quietly. “You’re doing so well. That’s all of me.”
I’ve never been so full. I swear to God he’s rearranged half my organs. But the longer he stays still, the more the pain fades, and soon I’m rocking my hips in time with his, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My walls clamp down, already fluttering around the sheer size of him. The breath punches from my lungs as he pulls out and drives back in, bottoming out. The tip of his cock and that piercing of his hit that perfect spot that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back. Pressure builds low in my belly, sharp and dizzying, like I might come, cry, or piss myself. Every thrust hits me so deep.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Oh God, I feel like I have to pee.”
