Page 53 of I Wish You Were Mine

I shift slightly to ease the throbbing pressure there, and I wince when I feel how sore I am. Tuck is... not a small guy. And the way he moved inside me, deep, trying all those different positions, was definitely a workout.

“You okay?” Tuck’s voice is gravelly with sleep. He kisses my neck, his beard scraping softly against my skin.

My nipples are tight, aching points. “All good. I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

He rocks his hips, and I feel the tip of his dick, hard and eager, press against my back. “This woke me up.”

Reaching back, I find his beard. I run my fingertips through it as I rock my hips back. He growls, his hand moving south until he parts me with his middle finger. It glides over my clit, sending a spasm of need through my center, before it sinks slowly inside me.

My breath catches.

One touch, and I’m already on the verge of an orgasm.

“Oh, Tiny, you’re close. Hang on.”

He rolls over. I hear his hand fall heavily on the nightstand. Then there’s the crackle of the condom opening. The mattress shifts as he rolls back over onto his side behind me. He kisses my neck and lifts my leg. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his girth before lining him up at my entrance.

“Good girl,” he breathes, pushing inside me.

The pressure—the pain—is immediate. My body convulses at the fullness, the pleasure, my pussy tightening around him as he thrusts.

His hand finds my breast. He plays with my nipple. I cry out. His hand clamps around me, his grip fevered. Delicious. Then that hand moves to my clit. He rolls the pads of his first two fingers over me, thrusting quietly all the while.

I feel my orgasm moving closer. I grab blindly at Tuck,finding his side. The muscles here are rock hard, bunching beneath my palm as he moves.

“Close,” I breathe.

He bites my shoulder. “Not yet. I wanna see your face when you come.”

Then he’s pulling out and climbing over me. He uses his leg to urge me onto my back. Urge my legs wider. He settles himself between them and pushes back inside me. He pins me to the mattress with the bulk of his body, settling just enough of his weight on me to make me breathless.

Our eyes meet in the dark. His shimmer, reflecting the light of the stars that streams through a nearby window. He doesn’t look away and neither do I.

Being looked at this way—being seen, known,read, his body moving in time to mine—turns me inside out. The intensity of our connection is totally unexpected. I’ve known this man fora week. How do we understand each other so well already?

The light catches on the slope of his nose. My stomach twists. He’s so, so handsome. Especially when he’s focused this way, his brow creased, nostrils flaring.

He’s focused onme.

He leans in to kiss my jaw. He works his way down the column of my throat before sucking my nipple into his mouth. My hips jerk.

Propping himself up on one forearm, he reaches down with his free hand to play with my clit. He thrusts. Circles. Thrusts again.

Bites down, hard, on my nipple.

I squeeze my eyes shut andcome.

My pussy clamps down on him like a vise. I shout his name, helpless as the wave rips through me.

“Look at you, coming so hard on my dick,” he whispers in my ear. “Such a good girl. Such a fucking good girl, Maren.”

The orgasm has serious bite. He knows, somehow thisbeast of a manknowsI’m struggling to keep my head above the water. He pulls me up, pressing soothing kisses to my mouth and cheeks. He thrusts deeply and says my name. He thrusts slowly and tells me I’m perfect.

In this moment, I feel everything. The glide of his skin over mine. The joy in feeling safe enough to unravel this way. It’s wonderful. Terrifying too.

I am not going to be okay when this is over.

But Tuck is buried to the hilt inside me. Too late to go back now. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

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