Page 234 of Nyx

"A thousand percent," I respond.

She grins. "Is it a competition?"

I open my mouth to tell her no, but her hand wraps around my cock, and she doesn't waste a second to swipe the head through the arousal that's slickening the most intimate part of her.

"Jesus," I mutter as she notches the tip of my cock at her entrance.

She lifts a little, once again rubbing my cock head against her clit.

"I'm almost certain I could orgasm just from this," she whispers, and there's just something about how she's looking down at her actions rather than looking at me that makes my nuts seize.

"Same," I whisper.

Her head lifts, eyes finding mine.

"We don't want that, do we?"

My mouth opens, but no words form. I attempt a second time, but get the same result.

"I was hoping for more of this," she says, once again notching the head of my cock inside of her, but this time, instead of pulling back, she eases down a little.

Her mouth hangs open as her body adjusts to my size. My fingers curl into her skin, but I'm aware enough not to hurt her.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," she whispers, pressing her palms to my chest.

"Being with me?" I ask.

For the first time since we came into the room, she looks a little sad. Her head shakes.

"I can get used to that," she confides. "I was talking about your size."

I swallow down the emotion threatening to escape, knowing I'll have to deal with it eventually, but knowing right now isn't the best time.

"You know that they say doing it more often will help."

"Is that so?" she asks, releasing a little groan as she lowers down another inch or so. "How often do you think?"

"Once or twice."

"Like a month?"

I grin at her. "A day."

Her core clenches around me as if she's totally on board with that suggestion.

"You like the idea of that," I say, pulling my hands from her hips and wrapping them around her back until her breasts are pressed against my chest.

Our faces are only inches apart, just far enough that I can still see her with my eyes crossing.

"I think it would draw suspicions if we never leave the room."

"You have too much confidence in how long I can last inside this perfect pussy of yours, baby."

She opens her mouth to respond, a full grin playing on her lips, but I shift my hips up, burying myself as far inside of her as her body will allow.

"Maddox," she whispers, making me freeze.

"Sorry," she rushes to say. "Should I not call you that?"