Page 131 of Insatiable

As her tongue glides up my twitching cock, I gulp, quickly ripping the box to shreds.

“Do you know how to put one on? Or do you want me to try to do it?”

I don’t want to admit that I’ve tried on every condom imaginable while bored in my room, so instead, I shake my head and tell her to do it.

She doesn’t take her eyes off me as she rolls it down my cock and finds her place in the middle of the bed, head on the pillow.

As I climb on top of her and line the tip of my dick up to her entrance, I try to focus on her and not the panic rising in my chest. If I do this wrong, I might hurt her. If I’m a failure and unable to perform, then I’m never having sex again.

I’ll cut my dick off if I hurt her.

What if I’m no good?

I’ve heardDezand Base discuss fucking people plenty of times, even had a full description from the latter of how warm and tight and fucking heavenly it feels to be inside someone.

But that’s not what I’m thinking about.

All that’s going through my mind is that I’m a fuck-up in most things. This will inevitably suck for her.

She had to talk me through going down on her, for fuck’s sake.

“Hey.” Her soft voice breaks my inner thoughts, her hands on my face. “Be here with me.”

“I am.” My voice shakes. “Sorry.”

Her hand slips down my chest. “Don’tapologise.”

I bite my tongue to stop myself. She notices, smiles that beautiful smile that warms my dysfunctional heart, then rises to press her lips to mine.

We don’t rush anything as we kiss. The tip of my cock is easing inside her, and my arms are shaking so fucking badly. I feel like she’s trying to push me out, like there’s a fist around my dick trying to force me away.

I stop pressing my hips forward. Take a breath. Kiss her forehead and ask if she’s okay, and when she nods and presses her heels to my ass, I slowly push into her.

Inch by inch, eyes locked, lips parted, we become each other’s firsts. And if I can help it, lasts.

“Fuck. You’re gripping me so tight.” I try to move a little deeper, but she winces, so I stay still. “We don’t need to do this if it’s hurting you.”

I ease back, her inner walls pushing me out with the pressure. With my head still inside, I wait for her to speak.

“No.” She hooks her ankles behind my thighs tighter. “It doesn’t hurt – it’s more of a pressure. Just…” She gently rolls her hips, and I hiss from the sensation. “Keep going.”

I lower my body to hers, my elbows resting on each side of her head as I kiss her. Stacey sucks on my tongue as I slowly move out a few inches then slide back home, which earns me a whimper.

Stomach muscles tightening with each carefully controlled thrust, I keep my eyes on Stacey. Looking for any sign of discomfort, showing her that she has my full attention, that this might be sex, but it’s her and her soul and fucking heart that have got my emotions running wild.

Her fingers dig into my biceps as I go deeper, a mixture of a moan and a gasp filling the space between us. I keep my forehead to hers. “How does it feel?”

Stacey rocks her hips into mine, nearly taking all of me and moaning, “I want more.”

“More?”

She nods. “Yeah. Give me more,Kade.”

I give her one hard thrust to test how it feels and grit my teeth. Fuck. Her pupils are fully dilated; she’s drunk with pleasure, and when I drive inside her, her body trembles beneath me. I hit that spot that has her seeing stars and then do it again, hooking my arm behind her knee to open her wider.

I fuck into her, not in the slightest fast, but deep. Each glide of my dick, the way I’m strangled by her walls, has me groaning and kissing her. Each stroke of my tongue is a push of my hips, her rolling into me and us letting sounds fall from our lips.

I was fifteen when I met her, and that’s when my obsession began. Now, as I feel her body shattering around me and beneath me, orgasm slamming into her with my name on her lips, I know it’s an obsession I’ll never get over.

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