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But not like what I’d been experiencing since the moment he’d kissed me earlier tonight. No, it was different. A need. I was too empty. Even with his finger inside of me, it didn’t feel like enough. And while I knew his cock would cause me at least some pain – there was just no avoiding it – I still wanted it.
“More,” I murmured, hoping he’d know what I wanted.
Because I certainly couldn’t form the words.
The finger inside of me began to pump in and out with more frequency. The burn faded and something else took over. I was just starting to enjoy the sensation and began bucking my hips up to meet Phoenix’s finger when he twisted inside of me and hit something that sent shockwaves through my entire body. It had to be akin to being struck by lightning. The difference in sensation was that intense.
“Oh, God, please!” I wailed, even though I had no clue what I was asking for. But whatever it was, Phoenix gave it to me again.
And again.
Over and over until all I could do was cling to him, eyes closed, tears trailing down my cheeks.
Phoenix kissed me and whispered, “Levi,” and then stopped whatever it was he was doing to me. I wanted to beg him to continue, but I forced my eyes open when he ordered me to.
“I can make you come just like this,” Phoenix said as he pressed against that spot again.
I let out another shout. My body felt strung so tight, I was sure it would cleave in two when my orgasm hit me.
If it hit me.
Because at this rate, I had no clue what was happening.
I was about to tell him yes, anything to make him finish what he’d started, but then I felt his dick pressed against me and I remembered what I really wanted out of all this.
Not just to experience pleasure.
But to experience it with him.
“No…no, I want you inside me,” I managed to say, though I was having trouble catching my breath.
Phoenix nodded and then kissed me. “I’m going to use a second finger to open you up a little more, okay?”
I nodded.
There was little pain and only a slight burn as he pushed another finger into me. He fucked me a few times with both digits, then he hit that magic spot again and I arched my back. I felt Phoenix shift away from me, but he somehow managed to keep his fingers inside of me, gently tickling that place that had me hovering right on the edge of perfection. I’d finally come to realize it was my prostate.
Phoenix continued to massage my inner walls with his fingers even as he tore the condom package open. I felt bereft when he finally pulled his fingers free of me so he could work the condom and some lube over his length. As on edge as my nerves felt as they waited for the imminent orgasm, I was starting to feel tense again as I took in the size of Phoenix’s cock. He was definitely bigger than anyone I’d ever been with, but I reminded myself that even the guys in prison who’d had smaller cocks, had still made me feel only pain.
Because that was what they’d wanted me to feel.
I forced the memory away because it had no business here.
Phoenix settled between my legs, but didn’t shove into me. He just kissed me gently, sipping at my lips like I was a fine glass of wine or something.
“I want you to keep your eyes open,” he said. “I want you to see me, the man who loves you. Only me.”
It was almost an order and one I would gladly follow. Because I knew he was right. If I closed my eyes, my mind would play tricks on me.
“I promise,” I said.
It wasn’t a hardship to keep my eyes fastened on Phoenix’s. Because he was just so beautiful and perfect…I didn’t want to miss any of the expressions that flashed through his eyes as he positioned his cock at my entrance and began to push into me. Yeah, it hurt. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t. But the pain was a drop in the bucket compared to what I’d known in the past. And I still had the lingering pleasure from everything he’d already done to me to hang on to.
Once his crown breached me, he hung there, letting me adjust. The pain dissipated, leaving behind an intense burn.
“Good?” Phoenix asked.
I sucked in a breath and nodded. I had my hands on his biceps. The muscles rippling beneath my fingers were a constant reminder of how strong this man was, but how gentle he was being. He took his time working his length into me. He’d occasionally pull back a little, causing an intense tugging sensation that didn’t feel at all bad, before he rocked back into me. By the time he was fully seated inside of me, I felt stuffed full.
