Page 125 of Toeing the Line


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“Oh fuck,” he says as I throw my head back and cry out.

He’s so thick, and my body stretches to accommodate him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, pushing into me more, filling me slowly.

“Oh my god,” I say, squeezing my eyes shut, breathing through the intense fullness.

“Are you okay?” He presses kisses to my eyelids, and I nod. He nudges another inch into me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.

“You’re incredible,” he says, sucking on my earlobe and scrapes his teeth along the sensitive skin behind it.

“You’re huge,” I say, and then I laugh, because it’s such a stupid, cliché thing to say. But I feel him pulse inside me and moan at the intensity.

“You keep moaning like that and I won’t be huge for long.”

I laugh again, my stomach muscles contracting, making my clit rub against his pelvic bone. As my laughter shakes me, he thrusts the rest of the way in, pressing his lips to the crook of my neck and whispering something I can’t understand. His fingers stroke down the side of my ribs, to the curve of my waist, up and down.

“You okay?” He sounds nervous, and also like he’s right on the edge.

“Yeah,” I say with a quick nod. “Are you?”

“Fuck, Faye. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

I look up at his face and he looks pained, as if it’s all too much. I cup his cheek while I run my other finger up and down his bicep.

“Good thing you got me off already then, huh?” I say with a little smile.

He shakes his head. “Not good enough.”

He shifts, pulling out slightly, and I feel the immediate loss, craving that fullness again. He thrusts back into me and I arch into him, my nipples brushing against his chest as I let out a deep, throaty moan I didn’t know I was capable of.

“I love the sounds you make when I’m fucking you,” he says, his breath hot on my ear as he picks up his pace, moving in and out at a rhythm that feels like it was meant for just the two of us. He thrusts a little deeper as he pinches my nipple and my eyes roll back in my head as I moan.

“Yeah, like that. Those throaty noises that make me know this is all for me.”

“Yes,” I say, as he lifts my hips and finds that deep spot that makes my toes curl.

“You ever been fucked like this before?”

“No,” I moan. “Only you.”

“Only me,” he says, picking up the pace and pushing harder.

“Yes,” I say. “Like that.”

“Like what?”

“Harder.”

“You want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes.”

“Say it, Faye. Tell me you want me to fuck you harder.”

“Please…”

“Say it,” he demands.

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