Page 154 of Break Out the Girl

So sweet.

My hands roam her body. Those fucking panties are still on. Coming up for air, I tell François to strip her. I want her bare and exposed. There is no hiding in this pack.

No secrets.

Fuck.

I slide a hand down between her thighs, feeling how soaked her skin is already.

London, fully erect again already, groans, but stays back on his heels, watching intently.

“Princess, are you ready for me?” I know she is, but I need her words.

“Please, Tally, please. I want you.”

That’s it. My wolf and I have to take her, claim her.

I will be her first. And though she is slender, I know she and I will fit perfectly.

I nudge the head of my cock at her hot entrance. “It will sting, but don’t tense. Do you trust me?”

She looks into my eyes. “Forever, I trust you forever.”

Gods above. I push in, just an inch, and my brain is already whiting-out.

Wait.

Yes. I wait until she adapts to my girth, forcing my hips to not thrust. As her body settles around me perfectly, I edge in further. Her walls clasp my cock, tight and hot. “Baby, you’re incredible,” I grunt out, amazed I can form words. “Can you take more?”

“More.”

Fuck. The next push has some resistance. Rory sucks in a breath. “Remember what I said, Princess. Breathe and relax. Relax your stomach muscles.” I know I'm big. Thick. It’s a lot, but this girl is made for me.

I feel her relax.

“Very good, baby. So good.” As I nudge my advance, her walls spasm.

“Tally!”

“Baby.”

The next second her body unclenches, fully accepting me all the way. The sensation unleashes my animal nature and I do nothing to curb it. I thrust until I’m balls deep.

Once.

Twice.

She squeaks.

I check in. She’s all blown pupils and flushed cheeks.

“Don’t stop, for fucks sake, Tally,” she groans.

Perfect.

So I do as she bids, finding a rhythm that is desperate and needy but won’t overwhelm her. Within seconds my balls are drawing up. The desire to fill her with my seed outweighs almost everything—but her pleasure. That comes first, always.

From somewhere a hand angles the cushion under her hips, tilting her pelvis just a little more, and this time when I drive inward, she screams. “FUCKKK!”