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He squeezed her breasts softly, feeling the warmth of her body up against his. All of his reservations fell away. This was what she wanted. This was what he wanted. Now, finally, finally, it could happen.
He found himself getting so hard that it was nearly painful. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this aroused; he had to restrain himself from tearing Becca’s clothes off and thrusting himself inside of her to the hilt.
He couldn’t, though, not like that. As big as he was, he knew he could hurt her if he went too hard, too fast. That was the last thing he wanted. He wanted her to feel as excited as he was, as aroused as he was, to enjoy this as much as he knew he would.
To his surprise, Becca got a lot more aggressive than he expected, shoving him back on the bed and tearing at his pants with abandon, clumsily unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans before pulling them off of him with a grunt.
Then, she was pulling her own clothes off, giving Griz a chance to get his boots off and his jeans the rest of the way off of his legs. As soon as he had, though, she was back on top of him, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him deeply.
She leaned into that kiss, pressing in firmly, and the head of his cock slid up across her belly as her body got closer. He could feel her grin through the kiss, and one of her hands slid down to take him in an easy grip, stroking him slowly as she continued to kiss him.
He thought he might go insane, now, go completely insane with lust and either cum right that second or give in to his animal impulses and thrust inside of her with everything he had. He’d actually picked her up, throwing her onto the bed now on her back, and had straddled her before he got himself back under control.
There was a look on her face that he couldn’t quite interpret, possibly excitement, possibly arousal, possibly fear, possibly a little of all three. Her hand was still on his rock-hard dick and as she spread her legs open, she began to pull him slowly toward her, guiding him into her.
“Slowly,” she said. “Slowly.”
“I won’t hurt you,” he said now, his passions now measured with his concern for her.
As the tip of his cock barely got inside of her, he could feel how wet she was, but still, he hit resistance almost right away. Too much, too big, too fast.
He took his time, not pushing in further at first. Instead, he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck. He let her get used to the feeling of having something so thick inside of her, and only when he felt her relax and let him in did he push himself inside a little further.
Only a little, though. She gasped even at that, grabbing at his arm. He moved slowly again, taking his time, again letting her get used to his size as he gently moved the first few inches in and out at a slow, leisurely pace.
Then, he felt her relax some more and now he could go in even further, drawing another gasp from Becca. She wasn’t even looking at him, now, but was staring up at the ceiling with glazed over eyes, lost in ecstasy.
“Holy shit,” she managed to whisper.
“Are you okay?” he said.
“Hell yes,” she breathed out. “Hell yes.”
He felt the tip of his cock hit more resistance and knew he’d gone in as far as he could go. Now that he knew her limits, Griz could begin sliding in and out a little more quickly, still smooth, still rhythmic, still under control, watching as Becca’s eyes glazed over again and began to roll back into her head.
It didn’t take long before her breathing began to pick up and her body began to squirm beneath him. He sped up the pace of his thrusts now, still careful not to push in too far, even though he too could feel the pleasure building up inside of him. Watching her gasp and writhe and feeling her grab at him in her mounting passion got him even more aroused, and he had to concentrate, focus so as not to lose control.
Finally, her hands gripped his back so tightly that her nails dug in hard, and just as he couldn’t hold back any longer and he erupted inside of her, she spasmed in an orgasm that shook her entire body. In the midst of it, she cried out, grabbing him close and actually biting him in the chest in her ecstasy.
He barely felt it; he was lost in his own orgasm, feeling himself empty inside of her in shuddering spurts. His breath began to slow down, his body began to relax on top of her. She, too, melted into the mattress, staring up at nothing, lost in the aftermath.
Neither one of them could speak for a while. They simply lay there, holding each other, slowly coming back into themselves now that it was all over.
“I feel like I just got fucked by a superhero,” she finally said.
“I think you bit me,” he said, and Becca couldn’t stop laughing.
20
By the time Griz came back downstairs, everyone was there.
All of the brothers, crowded into the meeting room… prospects, patched members, everyone. Wyatt was propped up in a chair, looking a little pale, with his injured leg propped up on a stool and wrapped tightly in bandages.
Griz went straight to his side. “Wyatt, are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Wyatt said. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Are you sure you should be here?” Griz said. “I mean, you should be resting.”
