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She gripped my length, angling upward, and sank onto it. The tight squeeze of her channel around my head undid me. With a groan, I came.

“Perfect timing,” she said over the sound of my blood rushing in my ears.

She pressed down, sinking another inch with each new jet I shot into her channel.

“Oh. Wow. This is a lot.”

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t warn her to stop. That she needed more orgasms to make it feel good. And I couldn’t pull her off of me either. I’d rather cut off my own hands.

Instead, all I could do was help slow her descent so she didn’t hurt herself.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

ARENA

Nav was shaking like he was going into shock. Maybe he was.

According to him, I was the first woman he’d ever been with. That meant this was his first time. Which I believed since he came before he had more than the tip in.

Thank God.

I needed the extra motion lotion.

He was stretching me to the max. His fingers twitched on my hips as I tried to ease off of him a bit. He didn’t stop me, exactly, but he didn’t make it easier either…until I sank back down. Then his grip eased a little, and I managed another centimeter. Bit by bit, I worked my way down half his length before I had to stop.

Going slow, I avoided pain, but the discomfort was real. I distracted myself from it by focusing on the awe on his face and his vacant gaze.

“How does it feel so far?” I asked.

He opened his mouth. I expected words. Something nice, like praise, or even weird, like when he said I had a pretty pussy. All I got was a random string of sounds.

“Are you speaking another language, or did I break your brain?”

Bracing my hands on his chest, I pulled myself almost all the way off of him while he was distracted. It felt lovely. I wasn’t sure if it was from relief that I wasn’t being stretched or if I was enjoying his monster size until I eased down again.

I really liked his size.

“Oh, that’s nice,” I said on a sigh. “Let me do it again.”

He made more random sounds as I sank even deeper the second time. His shaking intensified.

“Just a little bit more, Nav,” I said, lifting myself again as I patted his chest.

I was ninety percent sure he was enjoying himself. That ten percent doubt was getting to me, though, as I managed to take even more of him.

“You feel so good,” I said.

Lift.

Sink.

“Really, really good.” Those words ended with a little gasp as his cock pressed against a sweet spot.

I repeated the move, sinking so our hips almost touched. His fingers twitched, and he fractionally bucked up into me. He was holding himself back, and I was grateful for that. But I was also looking forward to the moment his restraint broke. I craved it just as much as I hoped I’d survive it.

“Once you’re buried deep, are you going to come again, Nav?” I asked, dragging my nails over his nipples.

His hips jerked upward as I slid down, and he impaled me with the last inch, fully seating himself. We both let out a strangled gasp. I could see how close he was, and the devil made me move.