I sink in an inch, then pull back out, then in a bit more, and out. Again and again, until I’m buried to the hilt, my hips flush with her.
“You’re…” She gasps, back aching, breath caught somewhere between a sob and moan. “You’re huge. Fuck. I…Fuck. Hang on!”
“Christ, baby.” I exhale roughly, brushing her hair back, soothing her the best I can. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, then nods, squeezing her eyes shut. I slip a hand between us and find her clit, circling gently until she relaxes against me. After a minute, her body sags into the blankets, and her eyes flutter open, meeting mine.
And something in them… something in her… makes time stand still.
Nothing about this feels casual. Nothing feels fleeting. It’s raw and brutal and soul-deep. The way she inhales sharply, eyes glossing over, tells me she feels it too.
I vow then and there to do everything in my power to make this girl happy. To make her dreams come true. To make this work, no matter what it takes.
“Okay,” she finally says, hips tipping up. “Okay, you can move.”
I pull back, nearly slipping all the way out, and thrust back in. She cries out, nodding rapidly, so I do it again, harder.
And when her walls clamp down around me like she was made for this—made for me—I lose whatever thread of sanity I had left.
“Jesus fuck, Georgia,” I growl, a chaotic ramble of praises slipping free with every thrust, every drag of my cock against her. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven, darlin’. Warm, wet heaven. So damn tight. Never felt anything like it. You’re killin’ me.”
She whimpers, hips rolling up to meet mine, greedy and perfect and already dripping down my cock. Her hands land on my chest, digging in like she’s trying to yank my heart from my body, and fuck, I think she might have already stolen it.
I shake my head, arms trembling, a sense of helplessness swelling inside me along with a hell of a lot of emotions I wasn’t prepared for.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I practically beg, heart hammering. “Whatever it is, you can fuckin’ have it.”
“I just want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
That’s all the invitation I need.
I grip her thighs and spread her wide, bending them back until her knees are damn near brushing her ears, and drive into her.
Hard. Deep. Unforgiving.
“You like that?” I growl, pounding into her, sweat dripping from my temple, more words, more feral sounds, tumbling free. “Like havin’ me fuck you so hard, you’ll never not feel me? Fuckin’ you so hard, you’ll know exactly who you belong to when you wake up?”
“Yes—fuck, yes—”
“You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you? Take it because it’s yours. This dick? These hands? This fuckin’ mouth?” I leandown and bite her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “All yours, Georgia. You earned every broken, filthy fuckin’ inch of me.”
She’s gasping now, wrecked and beautiful, legs shaking as I hammer into her, chest flushed and hair wild against the blankets.
“More,” she begs, eyes rolling back. “Kade… don’t stop…don’t you fucking stop—”
“I’m not stoppin’ till you come again,” I grit out, one hand moving between us to rub her clit in tight circles. “Want your cunt to cry for my cock, baby. Wanna feel you milk it.”
And she does.
Less than a minute later, she shatters around me—loud and sobbing, her pussy clenching like it never wants to let me go. The moment it hits, I swear I black out. My whole body locks, every muscle seizing as I lose control.
I groan loud and low, hips slamming forward one last time as I spill inside her, cock pulsing with wave after wave of pure fuckin’ bliss.
Hot, endless, mind-erasing pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
For a long, breathless second, neither of us moves. I’m still buried in her, panting against her neck, her fingers twitching in my hair like she’s forgotten how to let go.
When we’re both relaxed and my cock is softening, I slowly pull out.
