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“You ready, baby?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He eases in just an inch or so. Even though I’m almost embarrassingly wet, his cock is thick and it’s a tight fit. It feels foreign, but not painful. Not for me, at least. From the way his fingers dig into my hips and his groan as he pushes into me, I’m wondering if it’s uncomfortable for him.
“Am I too tight?” I ask, concerned.
“Christ, Kennedy. Don’t say things like that.”
He pushes deeper, stretching me, and that’s when the discomfort starts. I try not to tense up, breathing through it as he shoves his cock deeper into my tight passage.
“Fucking Christ,” he growls, holding my hips and forcing himself deeper inside me. “You are so fucking tight. Fuck.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Fuck, yes. It feels like heaven.”
That makes me happy.
“Jesus Christ. No wonder he started being such an asshole.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I’m vaguely worried about what he said, but more than that, I’m finally full of him.
When he eases back, I feel a twinge of resistance. I want to tempt him to stay inside me forever, so when he thrusts forward, I rock back, taking him even deeper than he was before.
Fuck.
I welcome the discomfort, though. It’s a tight fit, but Milo isinside me. A little smile tugs at the corners of my mouth just before he shoves all the way in and causes me to wince.
He’s big. I was well-prepared, but the pressure of having him all the way inside me is still intense.
“You okay?” His voice is strained with the effort of keeping still.
I nod, wanting him to do what feels good for him. “I’m good. You don’t have to stop.”
He laughs a little. “Trust me, baby, I’m not fucking stopping. You’re just so tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
I rock my hips, forcing the friction I know he must want. I want it, too. I don’t care if it’s not comfortable.
His hand slides over my ass affectionately. “I see I’m going to have to teach my pretty girl some patience.”
My insides warm at being called his pretty girl, but my skin is hot and my pussy is desperate for the friction he’s denying me as he remains still inside me.
It’s harder than usual not to fight him because even now, there’s some part of me that’s so afraid to lose him. Even with him impaling me with his cock, as deep inside me as humanly possible.
I need him closer.
I need to know he’s not going anywhere.
But I have to let him control the pace.
There’s a word that’s bubbled up inside me a couple of times tonight but I haven’t uttered it because we haven’t used it before and I don’t know if he’ll like it. It feels natural, though, so I decide to try it out.
Resting my forehead against the mattress and forcing my hips to remain still even though I want to rock against his cock so fucking bad, I say, “Yes, sir.”
