Page 50 of Rogue Lyon

“Shh, that is what I wanted for this next bit. You are readied now.”

“For what?”

“For this.”

His solid cock nudged her sopping entrance.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened. It felt impossibly big after his fingers.

“Relax,” he said. “It might hurt a little to start with, this first time, but then it will be incredible, for us both.”

“It will hurt?” A sudden grip of panic.

“Not much, and worth it, I promise.”

He found purchase and eased in to her wetness.

She clung to his biceps, staring into his eyes, as her body stretched to accommodate his girth.

He appeared to be concentrating to the extreme, his gaze locked on hers and his jaw stone hard.

“Yes…” she managed. “I can do it. Oh…” As she’d spoken, his cock seemed to hit a barrier of some kind. “That’s it. I can’t. No more.”

“You can. And for this, I apologize with everything that I am.” He gritted his teeth and forced forward, into her, deeper, ignoring whatever was inside her and stopping him.

She cried out, her toes curling and her spine bowing. “Jules…”

“Damn and blast, I am sorry… I…”

But then that something inside her just disappeared, whatever had been stopping their joining had gone. His way was clear and he sank into her, filling her with thick, hot cock until he could go no farther.

She was perspiring and panting. Her heart thudded as her pulse raged in her ears. She drew up her legs and locked them around his.

They were as one. A single being. Their bodies entwined, not knowing where one stopped and the other began.

“You did it.” He dipped down to kiss her. “My beautiful girl.”

“I want to release, like this, with you inside me.”

“That is exactly what is going to happen.” He ground forward, his body rubbing onto her bud.

A silent cry caught in her throat. Yes! That was what she needed. What she’d hungered for without knowing what she’d craved. “Oh…please, don’t stop. More.”

“I will not be put off my objective to give you pleasure.” He’d spoken against her lips, his breaths coming at speed as he rocked over her and into her. A fast, steady pace that instantly had the pressure building again.

She canted her hips, chasing his and making sure he hit all of her sensitive spots just right.

The bed creaked. She didn’t care. Outside, there was some kind of caterwaul going in with the local felines. None of it mattered. There was only her and Jules in bed, their bodies racing toward ecstasy.

She closed her eyes, bright lights flashing in her mind. Soon, she would take everything Jules was giving her.

“Argh…Jesus…I am… Can you… Are you…?” He gasped.

“I’m going to.” She cupped his face and stared into his eyes. “Now… Oh…Jules…”

Her body seemed to spin in several directions as the spasms of release took hold. The pleasure was extreme, breath-stealing, and like nothing she’d ever experienced and all the time, she didn’t break eye contact with him.

“So damn good.” His teeth were gritted and his neck tendons taut. “Ahhh. Yeah…”