“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll never think about anyone before me, before your pack.”
I swallow and nod as he holds his cock in his fist and nudges against my entrance. He can’t even be partially in when I feel myself clamping up, and I’m consumed with worry. He pulls out of me, and his hands are on my face. His thumbs rub circles on my cheeks. I know my eyes are watery, and I don’t want to cry. God, how embarrassing would that be?
“Luna?” he says. I was so sexy earlier, so confident. And now? I’m a mess.
“I lied.”
“That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything.”
“No, I lied that I had ever been with anyone.” His brows furrow, and he shakes his head.
“What?”
I grab a pillow and groan. “I’ve never had sex before. I did plenty of other stuff.” He looks irritated when I say that. “I masturbate all the time. But you’re...” I point at his still hard dick. “Huge.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I shrug, knowing that I lied because at that point and time I didn’t know this was more than a sexual interest. “I was embarrassed.”
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed. I would hate anyone who touched you besides our pack. Whether it was two or two-hundred. But I wouldn’t feel any differently about you, I don’t care that you’re a virgin. We don’t have to do this tonight.”
“I want to,” I say softly and honestly. I’m nervous and genuinely concerned if he will fit. But I want him so badly. I’ve wanted him for so long this feels like my reward for being so patient.
“We’ll go slow,” he says softly, his hands still on my face. “We can stop at any time.” I nod, and he smiles at me. Not one of his smirks or his devious grins, a cute smile that I think might be reserved specifically for me.
One of his hands leaves my face and trails down my body, making a quick stop and each of my breasts before he cups me. His palm presses hard on my clit before his fingers slide into me.
“So wet.” His fingers curl inside of me, each flick of his fingers causing an audible gushing noise with how much slick I’m producing. His thumb continues to rub my cheekbone as he fingers me. “You feel so good. You’re going to feel even better wrapped around my cock. This pussy was made for me, you know that?”
I swallow and nod, liking his words of encouragement.
He pushes another finger inside of me, making me moan and thrust my hips against his hand. “That’s it, this cunt was made to be filled up, wasn’t it, baby?”
I moan again. Does this man just say every dirty thing that comes to his mind?
He puts another finger inside of me, and I nearly yelp from the pleasure of the stretch, my breaths coming out in puffy pants and my body shaking with need.
“That’s it.” He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my head forward, so I can watch what he does to my pussy. “See how well your cunt takes my fingers?” I nod as he takes it a step further, moving four of his fingers inside of me with his thumb on my clit. I shriek as my orgasm hits me, but he doesn’t let me go, making me watch as my pussy gushes fluid all over his hand and the sheets below us.
“More?” he asks. I feel limp as I lie on the mattress and nod my head. “That’s my good girl.”
I moan at the praise, and he smirks, spreading my thighs wide and pushing his cock inside of me. This time there’s less resistance. There’s still a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt like I thought it would. It’s more pleasure than anything as he pushes inside of me. Inch by slow inch, he moves his hip, giving me more of his cock with each thrust.
I close my eyes, and hetsks. “Watch as your stepbrother fucks you, baby. Look at how good you’re taking me.”
I moan and open my eyes. His hair has fallen out of its orderly pushed back look from earlier, and I grab it and bring his mouth to mine. He pushes my hair off my face and cups my head as he fucks me. It’s slow and delicious.
It’s intimate as he kisses me and fucks me at the same time, our chests pressed together as he fills me up. Eventually, the speed picks up, and I can feel his knot right at my entrance.
“So good for me. You feel so tight, so wet. Fuck, baby.”
I moan at his mumbled words of adoration. He switches angles slightly so that his pubic bone rubs against my clit. It feels like there’s more pressure as he thrusts into me. I’m gripping him with my cunt as I shatter. My third orgasm lasts the longest and hardest. Ian kisses every noise that leaves my mouth until his hips snap even faster.
I’ve never felt so good, so full and stretched, in my life.
“Made for me,” he says between thrusts. I barely feel like I can take anymore, that if his pelvis hits my clit again, I may explode. “I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum unless you tell me to stop,” he says. I notice that he doesn’t push his knot inside of me, and I’m both grateful and curious; I want every piece of him.
“Please,” I say, and he groans. His lips are on my neck, his teeth dragging along the flesh that I so desperately want him to mark.
