Page 24 of A Very Grumpy Green Beret

“At least,” he promises as his cock lines up with my opening.

He pauses, and I look up at him questioningly.

“I can’t stand the thought of hurting you,” he admits.

I smile. “You won’t.”

He nods, then his lips land on mine. I kiss him back, trying to reassure him as he starts to push inside me. The pressure hurts at first, and I wiggle, adjusting to the way he’s stretching me.

Luca pauses when he hits my virginity.

I look up at him, taking a shaky breath. “I’m yours, Luca. Claim me.”

His eyes spark, and his mouth lands on mine in a fierce kiss as his hips slam forward, popping my cherry. I gasp as he bottoms out inside me, clinging to him as we adjust to the new sensations.

“Fucking hell,” Luca snarls, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?”

I smile. “I’m perfect.”

“Fuck yeah, you are,” he growls.

This time, I kiss Luca first. I pour all my love for him into the embrace.

Luca starts to move, his pace slow and steady at first as we learn the rhythm. My hips lift, moving against his. The pain has long since faded, and now there’s only pleasure as Luca’s cock thrusts in and out of me.

“Luca, God, it feels so good,” I moan.

“I know, Pumpkin. Trust me, I know. You feel like fucking heaven.”

“Better than you imagined?” I purr.

He smirks. “So much better. Better than I could ever have fucking imagined. Everything with you is better.”

His pace picks up, and I hook my legs around his waist as he pounds into me. I’m close to coming again, and when he angles his hips, the base of his cock rubs against my clit, and I go off.

“Luca,” I sob as I splinter into a million pieces.

“Four,” he grits out.

He pounds into me, his pace relentless. He’s a beast, a freaking machine. With every stroke, he hits a place deep inside me that has me tightening around him. My body coils, and when Luca lowers his head to wrap his lips around one stiff nipple, I fall into the abyss again.

“Five!” Luca roars as he comes with me.

His hips never stop moving. They slam against mine, drawing out our orgasms.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

I smile, my body slumping against the mattress.

Luca pulls out of me slowly, gently. He collapses onto his side next to me.

I grin when he instantly reaches for me, dragging my body flush against his. “That was⁠—”

“Perry, I love you.”

“I—”

“I love you,” he repeats.