Page 84 of The Bad Wedding Date

“I need you,” I told him. “I want this.”

A breathless, “Fuck,” fell from him before his arm curled impossibly tighter around my body, and Fraser pushed himself inside me for the very first time, his cheek pressing against mine as the sexiest moan I’d ever heard poured out of him when I struggled to take all of him in.

Fuck!

My mouth opened, and I hitched in a sharp breath, the sting of the stretch unexpected. He was big. Far bigger than I’d ever endured before.

“Relax for me, baby,” he whispered, stilling. “You’re so tight.”

It took me a moment to remember to breathe. I’d never felt sofullbefore, unable to move out of fear of more pain, but it was one of the best feelings I’d ever had. The excitement of what was to come had rendered me speechless, no doubt looking unsure when I’d never been more certain of anything in my life.

Him.I wanted all of him.

My cheeks flamed to life, embarrassment taking over as Fraser stared into my eyes.

“You okay?” he rasped.

“Mmhmm.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” I shook my head, knowing that any pain would soon turn into the most exquisite form of pleasure. “Keep going. I want you.”

I closed my eyes for just a moment, and when Fraser began to move, it was slowly, as though he was holding back his desire to unleash himself for fear of hurting me. Just a simple yet effective rock of his hips, back and forth from him—barely a movement—but, my God, the friction that followed was nothing short of heavenly. The pain slowly ebbed away, leaving nothing but that sweet sting that held me on the edge. It was a pain I craved, and with each thrust of his cock inside me, I began to crave and need more. I hadn’t realised how tense my body had been, or the fact that I’d been digging sharp nails into Fraser’s back, hanging onto him like he was the only thing capable of keeping me alive until my body relaxed in his grip, accepting him in all the way.

“Y-yes,” was all I could whimper, his movements growing bolder, filling me with a raw tenderness that was nothing but a contradiction. My shoulders relaxed, my neck became loose, and electricity pulsed from my breasts down to my groin, snapping every line of tension.

His focus was solely on me. Narrowed, tight eyes that crinkled at the edges with concentration. His jaw tight as little sexy moans and groans rumbled in his throat.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispered, his eyes searching mine.

We spent a moment breathing in and out heavily—me through parted lips, him through flared nostrils until sweat began to collect on my neck and spine, and I dropped my forehead to his, letting the sensations take over.

“You’re so beautiful,” he ground out, his breathing laboured as he held me against that wall. “And so tight, Charlotte. Christ! I want to go harder, faster, but I’m scared of hurting you.”

“Give it to me,” I panted.

“What if you can’t handle it?”

“I’ll die trying.”

He growled quietly, and then Fraser unleashed his strength, every muscle in his legs and body switched on to hold me against that wall and drive into without restraint. His hips and arse moved in such perfect rhythm, never missing a beat, hitting that G-spot over and over until I had no choice but to throw my head back against the wall with another thud and let him own me, mind, body and soul. He stole my breaths. He weakened my limbs. He filled me with such pleasurable pain, I decided there and then that I understood every masochist in the world.

Fraser hooked both his hands under my arms and over my shoulders, holding me down on his dick as he pushed up into me, creating the most exquisite form of prison and torture I’d ever had to endure.

My nipples burned with fire. My stomach tensed, and my toes tingled as my thighs squeezed tighter around him.

“Incredible,” he whispered roughly, his eyes practically rolling as he thrust into me repeatedly. “Fuck, baby.”

Iwashis baby. I’d be it forever if this was how good it would always feel.

His hips circled, slowing down for just a sweet second before he pulled back and pounded into me even harder, causing a squeak I’d never made before to be set free as he hit the sensitive bud of nerves inside me, letting me know that I didn’t have much higher to climb before the fall.

“Fraser, I’m going to—”

“Come,” he panted. “Let go, and I’ll follow.”

His reassurances had my body turning to jelly in his grip, like a puppet with its master, and within another few seconds, white stars began to form as the world lost colour around me, leaving nothing but an explosion of fireworks within a body I’d had for twenty-four years, but had never truly felt beautiful until now.

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