“Ansel”I gasped. The way he was stretching me bordered on painful, but the pleasure that came from his warmth wassomuch greater. “I don’t think?—”
“It’ll fit,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. His hand crept down between us, thumbing my clit. “You can take it, baby.”
I was hardly a virgin, but the way his hips jerked against me, the way just the tip of himstretchedme, made me feel like maybe Ihadn’tever experienced this before.
“You’re mine,” he said, voice low and fierce. “So fucking tight. God, you feel so good, Juniper.Fuck.”
He rolled his hips, pushing himself further, slow and delicious, and I gasped as he paused, letting me adjust, letting me feel every blessed bit of him. A moan bubbled up from the back of my throat, but he covered my mouth with his hand, grinning wildly.
“Yeah?” he asked, hips stuttering against mine as he refrained from moving in too much.
“Yeah,” I nodded, too quick, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. “Yes, Ansel.”
“I’m going to ruin you,” he promised, sliding deeper now, every inch worshiped like a sacred secret. “Make you scream my name.”
I bit my lip, fingers clutching at his back, breath hitching as he filled me completely, slow and steady. “But not tonight — tonight, you’ll take all of me and you’re not going to make a sound.”
All I could do was whimper in response, pulse climbing higher as I adjusted to him.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “So fucking beautiful. So goddamn perfect for me.” His hips rocked once, tentatively, testing, and I arched against him, desperate for more.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered, voice shaky. “Please,please, Ansel.”
“Pretty when you beg,” he muttered against the skin behind my ear, rocking against me. With one arm, he propped himself up, pressing his forehead against mine.
With his other…
His hand trailed slowly down the length of my body before settling at the place we were connected. “Don’t care if it’s cliché, Junie.” He panted, eyes locked on mine. “Wanna comewithyou.”
“That’s not real,” I whimpered, arching my back as his fingers pressed gently against my clit.
“With me? With you? It is.” He picked up the pace, his hips crashing against mine as he pounded into me. My back bowed off the mattress as he pressed harder, stroking circles against my clit.
“Need me to suck your pretty tits? That help you come?” He growled in my ear, low and sinister, almost.
I didn’t have time to answer before his mouth descended on my right nipple, teeth already rolling the peak.
It was too much, and not enough all at once. Every sensation, every piece ofhimthat filled me completely. “Ansel—” I broke on his name, my voice wrecked, shaky, almost unrecognizable.
He was everywhere — his mouth dragging wet over my chest, his breath hot on my skin, his hips slamming into me like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to make it last or burn it all down in one perfect moment.
“Yeah, baby, I know,” he groaned, his voice ragged, like he was feeling the same wild, panicked need clawing through me. “I can feel you gripping me. Jesus?—”
My nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks, my legs locked around his hips, dragging him deeper, needing himcloser. Every inch of him was hot and hard andmine, and I didn’t care if I left him bleeding.
He lifted his head just long enough to look at me — sweat dripping down his temple, jaw tight, pupils blown so wide they swallowed the green. “You’re gonna take all of it, kid. Every fucking drop.”
The sound I made was desperate, almost a sob, as he pressed his forehead against mine again, our mouths just brushing. His hand stayed between us, relentless, rubbing hard and fast over my clit while his thrusts got messy — less rhythm, more frantic, like his body was fighting his own promise to last.
“Oh my god, Ansel—” My voice cracked as the heat surged through me, curling my toes, stealing my breath.
“Come for me,” he rasped, the words ripped from his chest like a command he couldn’t hold back. “Right now. With me.”
I shattered, the world blurring as my body clenched around him, dragging him with me. The entire world spun around us. All I knew was his touch, his thrust, his moans. But even as my head tipped back and white filled my vision, he never stoppedmoving.
He groaned loudly against my mouth, hips driving hard into mine with several uneven stutters before he spilled inside me, holding me so tight I could barely breathe. His cock twitched again, against my walls, and I could haveswornI could feel him in my throat. He was everywhere.
Ansel Barlowe completely, fully,wonderfullyencapsulated me.
