“You’re just so…”
“Wide?”
“Yes,” she cries out, arching her breasts against me. ”It hurts but it’s good.”
I cradle her face between my hands, resting my elbows on my navy blue comforter. “We can stop?—”
“No!” She shakes her head. “I want this. I’ve always wanted to know what this was like. I didn’t think I’d ever trust anyone enough.”
A spear through the chest would hurt less.
She trusts me. A monster.
Burying my face in her hair, I let out a pained groan. Fucking hell. What have I done to this innocent girl.
“Please keep going,” she whispers into my ear. “I want to feel all of you.”
I’m overcome with a massive wave of responsibility. Never in my life has fucking felt like this.
I rear up on my knees so I can watch Katie. Every flicker of her eyes, the way her breath catches. I need it all.
With my hands, I lift her knees and spread her openaround my hips, before I reach below her perfect little ass and lift her up.
I’m still breaching her entrance, but three-quarters of my cock is still outside. It’s veiny as a motherfucker.
“This angle will take some of the pressure off.” My voice is gravel, my heart is beating a solid hundred miles an hour and she’s spread below me, a tiny, trusting angel.
Before I walk away like I should, I shove another few inches inside. The wall of her virginity collapses under the pressure, making her gasp. But I don’t give her time to think, I’m pressing in, working her clit with my thumb as I watch her expression turn from shock to pleasure.
It takes less than two minutes of slow, deep strokes for her peak to start. The tiny muscles of her pussy rippling around me.
I groan, “Oh fuck.”
Looking down at the way she’s stretched around me is my ruin and when I realize her virgin blood is smeared on my base, I shoot off like a missile. Shouting, “Ah! Goddamn!”
Chapter Sixteen
Skull falls onto me, kissing my neck, my cheek, my hair. Whispering roughly, “Angel, I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m good,” I reply, laughing. “A little in shock but good. I didn’t know it would be so…”
“What?” he raises up, looking down at me with concern as his fingertips feed into my hair.
“Raw. Or carnal. Or something. I guess I just never imagined a man like you.”
He slowly grins. “I’m not a missionary man if that’s what you mean. You didn’t land some accountant who wants to fuck in the dark under the blankets. I like to watch.Andlike to be in charge.”
Lordy.
The speed at which he can make me blush is unheard of. “Well, it was impressive.”
His grin grows to the point it’s glowing. And inside me, his cock seems to be getting bigger too.
“Again?” I wheeze. “I thought men needed time to recover.”
“Some men.” He drops a fast, hard kiss to my lips, pulls out, and rolls off me, holding the condom as he does. He struts to the bathroom.
Strut is the only word I can think of but this isn’t runway strutting, it’s I own the damned world and everybody better get the hell out of the way.
