Page 64 of Down & Dirty: Rage

With a nod to himself, he began to move. He took long, slow strokes, letting her body adjust around his length and girth.

But fuck…

Hot, slick velvet hugged his dick. Her pussy was tight as fuck.

And the more he moved, the more she made soft, little whimpers.

Those were so fucking dangerous because they went straight to his dick.

He was about to lose his fucking mind and he’d only just begun.

He gritted his teeth to keep himself under control. To not lose his shit and nail her to the mattress.

Like he wanted to do. Needed to do.

His balls were screaming for relief, but his brain was screaming back a reminder that she was different.

She wasn’t like the rest of the women he’d been with.

She wasn’t a stripper.

Or a sweet butt.

Or even a hang-around or random.

This was fucking Lyric.

Lyric.

He wanted to respect her, and his plan had been to worship every inch of her. To treat her like she deserved to be treated.

He was fighting not to throw that plan out the fucking window.

She gripped him harder, and with every thrust, she tipped her hips and tried to pull him deeper. Only, he couldn’t go any further because he was filling her completely.

His goal at the moment was to keep his pace steady, to not fill that wrap too soon, and more importantly, give her an orgasm.

Prove to her that she didn’t give her virginity up for nothing.

Or to a selfish asshole.

But the more he fought against his instinct, the more sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down his temples.

The harder he panted.

Because he was fighting a war Lyric knew nothing about.

Every damn thrust had to be highly controlled. He had tobury his face in her neck so he wouldn’t collar it with his hand and squeeze.

He had to keep his mouth closed when he kissed along her warm skin so he wouldn’t sink his teeth in, leaving his mark behind.

It was all a fucking struggle.

If it had been anyone other than Lyric, he would hate every damn second of it.

But itwasher and he was willing to sacrifice his sanity to make it good for her. To not overwhelm her.

To make sure her experience with him this morning didn’t ruin sex for her in the future.