Page 101 of Ward Willing
Liam shifts his hips forward an inch, and my mouth drops open as he pushes inside of me the tiniest bit. It burns–he’sby farthe biggest guy I’ve ever slept with. I’m still amazed that I didn’t bleed that night in Catalina. I’d checked–and chalked it up to being mindlessly aroused and inebriated. But this? While I’m nearly sober? It hurts. Taking a steadying breath, his piercing blue-grey eyes, which are darker than I’ve ever seen them, dart between mine.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice a shaky whisper.
“Give me a second,” I tell him, panting as I lock my ankles around his waist.
Liam looks almost proud as he watches me take another breath. One of his hands comes to my left nipple, and he twists it the tiniest bit. It’s enough to elicit a moan from me, though, and as my whole body sparks with pleasure from his touch, he pushes in another inch.
“Fuck,” he says. “I can’t believe you let me take your virginity,” he growls, obviously still a little angry about it. “I should’ve… done so many other things. If I could change that night…”
I reach up and press my hand against his mouth. “Stop talking and fuck me, Liam. I’m ready.”
At my defiance, he pushes all the way in—causing me to cry out. A sharp, shooting pain erupts inside of me, and I remove my hand and pant loudly as he goes still above me.
“Zoe.”
“I’m fine. I’ll say yellow or red if I’m not.”
Still, it fucking hurts, and the pain isn’t abating. He’s massive. As thick as a can of soda. I’m not used to it, and I still can’t wrap my mind around how it didn’t hurt anywhere near this much when I had a hymen.
“No, you’re not. Do you trust me?” he asks, brows furrowed.
I nod, pressing my lips together so that he doesn’t hear me whimper in pain.
Without another word, he reaches between us and drags my left leg over his right shoulder. Instantly, the pain nearly dissipates, leaving only the feeling of beingfullof him behind.
“How did you?—”
He places his free hand over my mouth, just like I’d done before. “Because I taught myself to read cues, and because I know which position can help you accommodate me.”
His thoughtfulness stuns me, and as he removes his hand from my mouth, my arousal sparks to life again as he slowly,slowly, pulls out. And then even slower, he pushes inside of me. It still stings, but barely. Shifting, his cock presses against the front of my pelvis, and?—
Oh.
“Fuck,” I say, my voice a breathy wheeze.
“Better?” he asks, giving me a cocky grin.
“Yes,” I whisper, dragging my nails down his back. He shudders on top of me, his shoulders straining as he holds himself up above me. “Sorry, I like to scratch,” I add.
“Don’t apologize, baby girl. If I’m not marked up with your own personal version of graffiti by the time I’m done, then I haven’t done my job well enough.”
I huff a laugh as he slides in a bit deeper, and I rock my hips to meet his thrusts, making every thrust a little easier, with less resistance.
“Fuck,” he rasps, placing a kiss on my lips. It’s surprisingly respectful, almost sweet in the way he pulls away an inch as his tongue licks the area below my ear. “If I’d remembered how fucking good your cunt feels wrapped around my cock, I never would’ve walked away. You’re like an addiction; so sweet, so wrong, but you feel so fucking good,” he says, arms trembling as one hand comes up to my ass, squeezing my flesh tightly. He lets out a low rumble, and it gives me goosebumps because everything about this is possessive and divine.
It’s such a Liam thing to do: kiss me sweetly before whispering filthy nothings in my ear.
He pulls out and then slams back in, as if he’s trying to prove a point.
“Yes, Liam,” I warble, my voice breaking at the sudden intrusion, the aching feeling of him hitting my cervix, and the electric feel of my pussy gripping onto him as my nerve endings go haywire. He continues driving into me with steady, hard, long thrusts, pushing me into the bed and moving me up with each one. I reach up once I get to his headboard, using it to hold myself still as he pounds into me and lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.
There’s no more pain now.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Harder.”
“This is what you wanted?” he asks, his voice hoarse. “You’ve been dying for my cock again, haven’t you?”
I moan and throw my head back, my nails digging into his flesh as my pussy contracts around him once. Whatever angle he’s utilizing is pressing the head of his cock right up against my G-spot, and I don’t care that I might be drawing blood. I don’t care that I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I need to come, and I need him to do it.
