I blink and look at him blankly as my sex-starved brain tries to parse what he just said. “Yet? What have I been doing all weekend?”
“You’ve gotten close. Maybe three quarters of the way.”
All I can do is blink again, because I seriously can’t believe I could feel so full without taking every inch of his cock. “Three quarters?”
He nods. “I just didn’t want to hurt you. But you’re in control now. You can take it at your own pace.”
I understand and appreciate everything he’s just said, but now it feels like a challenge. If I wasn’t taking all of him before, I sure as hell am going to do it now.
“I can do it. I know I can.”
His eyes flash hot and dark and his jaw tenses as I shift forward and start to sink down on his thick length. This time, I can watch as inch after inch disappears.
I make it about halfway, and then have to slow down.
Another inch, and I have to stop. For now.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips as his entire body goes still. “Hurricane, you’re doing so well. The way you stretch around me. So fucking tight.”
I love that I’m the one giving him so much pleasure this time, and it’s enough to make me keep going, to work myself down even lower.
“So big,” I gasp, as the head of his cock hits something deep and sensitive. “Almost there.”
“That’s it.” He’s still holding me steady, but letting me do everything else in my own time. “Nice and slow. All the way. Show me how much you want it.”
My inner muscles clench at the sound of his deep, gruff voice. I’m already so turned on and wet, and the feeling is so much stronger now that he’s watching me.
“I do want it. All of it.” I start working my way down again, feeling myself stretch around his thickness.
“You’re doing so well, Hurricane. You can take a little more. I know you can.”
My thighs are quivering, but I keep working myself down, letting out a long moan as his huge cock finally bottoms out inside me.
“Holy shit, you did it.”
“I told you,” I gasp, even as the pressure and the pleasure are both almost too much. “But you helped. My ex never talked to me like this. Never made me feel like this.”
It’s meant to be a compliment, but something hot and possessive flashes in his eyes, and he gives a short, sudden thrust that makes me gasp.
“I don’t want you thinking about your ex while I’m inside you. Not even for a second.”
Before I can say anything else, he pulls out and flips me over to my hands and knees.
“Now…” He rises up onto his knees and reaches between my legs, teasing me with his fingers. “Tell me what you need.”
I bite back a moan as his fingertip grazes the edge of my clit.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“Louder.” He slips two fingers inside me. “Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I say again, louder this time. “Inside me. Fuck me, Grant. Please.”
That’s apparently what he was waiting to hear, because he slams into me from behind, making me scream as he fills me completely.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, pulling out and pushing back in again, even harder. “Take it, Hurricane. Take every fucking inch.”
My arms are shaking and I can’t keep myself upright anymore, so I drop down onto my forearms and push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
