The stretch is so intense my whole ass burns. I want to move, but even a millimeter of motion makes me feel like I’ll snap.
“Oh, my God. I can’t! You have to get out.” Digging my nails into his huge forearm, I continue to beg.
“Use your word, or lower your voice,” he says.
He holds my legs, keeping us connected. And the stretch is dangerously taut. Any wrong move, and I’ll tear.
When he shifts his weight and his hips move, the pain is so sharp it’s as if his cock is a red-hot poker. I come unglued, screaming like he’s killing me. Which it feels like he might.
And the fucking bastard is so calm. It’s as if he’s gone stone deaf.
“Hang on,” he says, his tone encouraging me to stay calm. “It’ll be all right.”
For several long moments, I can’t calm down. I’m too close to injury, and I want him to know it. When screaming doesn’t work, I drag my nails down his arm.
“Arya, cut it out.” He shakes my hand off and even that motion pushes him deeper into my rear. I swear I can feel him to my ribs.
“Erik, stop! Please don’t move. I can’t—”
Watching me, he remains still, his face a mask of concentration. He’s flushed, as though he can feel the flaming pain radiating from me.
“Try to relax,” he says in that same calm voice.
I stare at him as though he’s speaking Danish. I should probably use the safeword, but I don’t want to completely shut things down. I just want… I don’t know what I want.
Biting my lower lip, I shake my head. “Baby, I can’t,” I say softly. “Really.”
The gruff sigh that rumbles from his chest is so delicious it makes me shiver. He lowers himself more and pulls back a little. “Pulling out now would be a waste. I’m already there.” His lips brush over mine, and he bites my lower lip before he sucks on it. “You can do this,” he whispers against my mouth. “Hold on to my shoulders.”
“You’re so big.”
“I know, but you shouldn’t give up.” His tongue slides into my mouth, and I kiss him back, gripping his shoulders.
It still hurts so much to have his huge cock in that narrow circle of flesh, but the panic eases. His hand moves down to the place where we’re joined, and he massages me until the pain fades to an intense ache.
When my head drops back, breaking the kiss, I notice he’s grimacing. My thumb rubs the line between his brows. “Why are you making that face?”
“You’re tight.”
“Does it hurt you too?” I can’t keep the surprise from my voice.
“Yeah.” He reaches for the lube and spills more onto us.
“If it hurts, why don’t you stop?”
“I want to do this with you.”
Something about the way he says it changes everything. It’s not just that he wants to fuck my ass. He wants us to share this and for both of us to enjoy it. It’s a filthy, fucked up wish, but it melts some of my defenses.
He rubs the silky gel all over us and then grabs the little vibrator and turns it on. “Hold this on your clit.”
I take the vibrator and press it against myself. “Oh, my God.”
He moves backward and then eases in deeper. It’s insane, but not as painful as the first time. Now it’s just a maddening fullness and the feeling of burning hot muscles and a dull ache. We’re both sweating and breathing in stuttering breaths. I’ve overstretched plenty of times, so I can tell that if he’s careful the muscle won’t tear.
I touch the vibrator to my clit in small pulses until the sensations in my ass connect with my pussy.
When I arch my back so my chest rubs his skin, he starts to move. It begins as a slow grind, which feels so good I gasp. His body must feel the change in mine, because the way he moves shifts. Not rough but demanding deeper access. The pain turns into a gnawing heat that radiates through me.
