I nod. His cock twitches in his hand, still pressed against my core. He’s seething with restraint. “And you’re absolutely sure about this?About me?”
“Yes.”
His head falls forward, and I start to worry that he might not continue. Then his hand tightens on my hip and he lifts his eyes to mine. “This is your last chance. Once you say yes… you’re mine. And I won’t stop.”
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I lift my head and press my mouth to his. He groans into the kiss, tongue stroking deep.
He slides one hand down, wraps his fingers around the base, and lines himself up. The head nudges me—broad, thick, terrifying.
He pulls back just enough to speak. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it gets too much.” He lowers his head and kisses me as pressure builds. My breath hitches when he starts to push.
I suck in a breath, spine arching off the mattress as the thick head of his cock presses into me.
My body stretches, struggling to take him, to make room. It’s a strange, foreign pressure—split apart and pulled open at once. It burns, tight and heavy. “Oh—” My breath catches. “Oh God!”
Dom’s eyes are locked on mine, dark and hungry. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grinds out.
I blink hard, fighting to keep my eyes open. I want to see him, to remember the way he looks at me like I’m both altar and sacrifice. He pushes deeper, and my walls clamp down around him. I moan again, louder. My body trying to process this perfect intrusion, stretched in ways I didn’t know possible.
“You feel that?” he whispers. “That’s the tip inside.”
Just the tip. Dear Lord, he’s going to break me.
“It’s so big,” I whine. My hands fly to his shoulders, gripping.
“Shhh,” he soothes. “You’re doing so good. Open for me. Let me in.”
It’s overwhelming—the fullness, the pressure, the sharp spark of pain wrapped around a deeper, hungrier ache. I pant, my legs instinctively trying to close. He grips my thighs, forcing me open again.
“Oh no,” he drawls. “You teased and begged for this. Now you take it.”
Another inch. And another. He’s splitting me open, slowly, relentlessly—every inch sliding further into me. My nails bite his skin.
“More?” he asks.
I try to speak; only a strangled sound comes out. My hands grip his forearms as he sinks deeper—thicker than I imagined. “God!”
I feel every new inch taking space no one’s ever touched. “Am I too big for your little pussy?”
I nod frantically, clutching him tighter.
“Too bad.” He smiles darkly.
I moan, legs tensing as he pushes until he’s seated to the hilt. “Fuck, Dom!” I cry out, nails raking him.
He groans at the sound of his name. “Scream my fucking name,” he growls. “Say it while I fuck the thoughts out of that bratty little head.”
Then he starts to move—a long, dragging thrust that has me clawing his shoulders. I’m being split apart by the man I was trying to play.
The fullness is a dizzying cocktail of pain and pleasure. My body doesn’t know what to focus on.
“Look at me. Hey, look at me, beautiful.” His voice softens, as gentle as the mattress beneath me.
I realize I’m shaking, unable to draw a full breath. He stops moving. “You’re doing so good. I promise I’ve got you,” he coos, bringing one hand up to stroke my hair away from my face. “I’m all the way in. That’sit, no more,” he reassures me before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my lips.
I whimper against them, shifting my hips to adjust to his size. The pain fades, replaced by fullness and pleasure—the sensation of Dominic inside me. I feel him drag against my walls as he slowly slides out, but not fully; my body arches toward him without permission, chasing him again.
“Yeah,” he nods, studying my face. “You think you can take it again, baby?”
