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“Yes,” I whisper, “yes, yes, please…”

“Fuck…” I feel him shaking. “You are making it very hard for me to go slow, begging like that.”

I make crying noises as my mind blanks, my arms locked around my thighs, my entire body straining to take everything Nate is giving me.

“Are you hurting, pretty girl?”

“No.” This is beyond something as simple as pain.

He leans forward, pressing himself inexorably to the hilt, and I feel his hips meet mine.

“Is that…” I swallow, trembling all over, “is that the whole thing?”

“Yes. You have me, Grace.”

I breathe slowly, trying to remind myself that sensation and pain are not the same thing. Slowly, I feel myself adapt to the fullness, and I’m finally able to check in with Nate. He’s staring into my eyes, his jaw tense, his eyes ablaze. At my nod, he starts fucking me.

Chapter 27

Nate

Each time I take Grace, I fall more in love, and this is no exception. Seeing her like this, so completely at my mercy, gripping her own thighs as she offers herself more deeply than she probably even realises—I almost lose control.

But no. I need to keep this as gentle as possible. My eyes almost roll into my head at the gripping sensation as I pull back then press forward. I’m rocking rather than thrusting, setting a steady, even rhythm. And Grace keeps up with me, breathing nice and deep as her shaking subsides. She’s making the sweetest sounds.

I peer into her eyes. “Are you all right?”

Her face is frozen by her submission, her jaw loose. She’s barely cogent enough to answer, so I pause and ask again.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and I feel her loosen up a fraction.

I peer down at where I’m penetrating her, loving the sight of her legs folded neatly, her pussy empty and wet. I add more lube—you can never have too much—then I slide out all the way, watching as her ass flutters before I enter her once more. Grace groans as I speed up, going deep and firm, keeping her folded into position with one hand locking her arm over her thighs.

“T-tell me what you’re seeing,” she whispers.

That elicits a smile from me. “I see the prettiest hole being stretched around my cock. And my perfect wife taking what she needs.”

She gasps as I bottom out, pushing myself flush with her for good measure.

“W-what else?”

My smile widens. Grace clearly can’t run her mouth when she’s being railed in the ass, so she wants me to do it for her.

“Know what I see when I do this?” I pull out, watching her ass wink. I fill her again. Her moans climb in volume and I keep going, speaking over the slap of our flesh. “When I pull out, I see you staying open, begging me to put my cock back in. Want me to do it again?”

“Yes, God—”

“Hold yourself open for me, love.” I put her hands in the position I want. She complies, despite her renewed trembling. “Perfect. Now I’m going to pull out,” I do so, watching her stretch wide, “and look at that—so pretty and pink, Grace. You’ve done such a beautiful job preparing for me.”

“Yes,” she whispers, panting hard, her breasts pooling around her thighs in this position. But we’re putting a lot of pressure on her lower back.

“Here, love,” I take her hands and help her lie back fully, her legs open wide rather than held tight together. Leaning forward, I slip back into her ass, my cock going in with little resistance. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.”

“It feels easy now,” she whispers, her arms coming around my neck as I lean my weight onto my elbows.

I go harder this time, feeling her tense up a little in response, creating that delicious friction. I’m chasing my pleasure this time, reaching down to angle her pelvis upright a bit so I can go even deeper. Grace grunts with effort, staring into my eyes as I take her the way I’ve always wanted to.

“Do you want to come, love?” I ask.