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“Baby, patience.” He moved up until the blunt head of his cock was against my hole. After all the fucking stretching and lubing he’d done, I assumed it would go right in.

I was wrong.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, wait. Fuck!”

“Shh, easy, easy. Bett, hey, eyes on me. Slow your breathing, okay? Push out. Just like that. Good job. You’re doing great.”

As soon as I opened my eyes and found his, saw the look of patient concern on his face, I breathed out. “Okay. Sorry.”

“No sorry. You’re doing great. It’s a lot, I know.”

“Fuck off,” I said with a little laugh.

Vaughn grinned, the kind of smile that made my stomach even tighter and my dick even harder. “Fuck on, I think.”

I rolled my eyes but huffed out another laugh and tried to relax.

He reached for my face and held it, leaning up to kiss me firmly on the lips until I whimpered and relaxed reflexively. He thrust slowly forward. The burn was there, but the panic wasn’t.

Honestly, I wanted this too much to keep freaking out about it. Maybe I worried if I panicked, he’d stop and tell me I wasn’t ready, and I sure as shit didn’t want that.

I wanted this.

The feeling of his big cock stretching and filling me, of his hard body over me, pinning me down and taking control. Of all of his attention centered on me.

“Want you,” I said stupidly. As if it wasn’t obvious. As if he didn’t know. “So fucking much,” I added, just in case.

His face softened into a sweet smile. “You’re going to make me come before I even bottom out, asshole.”

My heart was pinging around in my chest like fucking Mario Kart being played by a toddler, the kart careening wildly into walls and knocking shit over. Coins flying in all directions and any focus on completing the actual course shot all to hell.

“Vaughn.” I didn’t know what else to say as his thick cock slid deeper and made me feel things I’d never known about myself, had never known were possible. “Vaughn.”

“You’re okay,” he said, voice tight like he was holding himself back. “Doing so good. Keep breathing. That’s it.”

The burn was gone, but the overfull feeling remained. It felt like Elliot Vaughn was filling every empty space inside me I’d ever had and then some.

Tears pricked my eyes, and I quickly squeezed them closed to keep him from seeing them. Fuck. I… what was fucking wrong with me? For a split second, I worried he was going to make fun of me if he noticed. Tease me relentlessly for fucking crying during sex.

“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was soft and kind, still tight like he was holding something back, but tender too. And patient as fuck.

I nodded. “Promise.”

He pressed a kiss to the side of my mouth and thrust the last bit of the way in until I felt the skin of his hips meet my ass.

Jesus fuck. He was completely inside me. Fucking me. Filling me. “Oh, oh, oh.”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Killing me.”

I choked out the words. “You can move. Please.”

It was either that or bark at him to fucking fuck me. Make me feel it. Make me take it. Hold me down and rail me the way he obviously wanted to.

But I didn’t think I was necessarily ready for that, even if he was on board. Which I was pretty sure he wouldn’t be. Not for my first time like this.

Vaughn pulled back and thrust back in slowly, somehow dragging the head of his cock over the fucking On switch inside me. I let out another choking sputter. “Fucking Christ, yes. Right there.”

He pulled out and thrust back in again. I babbled incoherent words I hoped were encouraging, and he sped up the pace. Everywhere he touched me felt hot and damp. Charged. Necessary.