The bottle I bought for personal use.
“Going to be my filthy girl who wants my fat dick up her ass.”
“I’m not—” she gasps when I sink my teeth into her shoulder, hard enough to leave another mark. “I’m not ready.”
“Yeah, you are.” I rut faster, groaning at how good her tight channel feels. How it stretches to take me. “I need you to relax. Don’t wanna—fuck—hurt you.”
At that, she unravels for me, coming all over my cock like the good girl she is.
I give myself a few seconds to ride her orgasm out with her. Rail her harder, deeper than I ever have.
I’m addicted. To this. To her. To this pussy that’s squeezing me like she’s just as possessed as I am. Like she’ll never let me go.
I’ll die if she does.
“I trust you. I love you,” she whispers, limp in my arms.
“I love you too.” My voice is hoarse. Full of need.
But still, she’s scared. She clenches her thighs, whimpering, putting up a fight. Instantly, I stop myself.
I won’t tear through her ass. Won’t make her bleed.
I let go of her hair and reach for the lube, twisting the cap with one hand. The cool slick coats my fingers, my cock.
Then I guide both her hands to the wall and grab a fistful of her ass, being rough about it, grounding her while I fist my cock.
“Shh.” My skin strains over muscles drawn taut with restraint.
“I—ow.” She’s breathless, leaning toward the wall, away from me. “Please, stop.”
“Can’t.” I’m too far gone to walk away from this, but dammit, I don’t want to hurt her. She needs to let me in. “Relax. You’re gonna take it. It’s coming, Skylar. Stop resisting.”
I push the throbbing, lubed head of me past her rim.
“No!” She squeezes with everything she has, nearly cutting my dick off.
“Relax, Skylar. You can take it.”
“Stings.” But her body language has changed. Her ass tilts a little higher, hips rolling back and forth. “Burns.”
“You trust me to make it better, Trouble?” We both groan as another inch slips into her ass. As I squeeze more lube on my cock before tossing the bottle to the side. “Do you?”
“Y-Yes.” Her knuckles are white against the tiles of my bathroom. “Just…don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me.”
“Someone else did.” I sink deeper into her. Fuck, she’s tight. Fuck, she’s mine. “I’m not him.” My voice is thick with want. “Gonna make it good for you.”
“Ow, ow. Knox.” She’s close to breaking down, yet she still finds the strength to lock her gaze on mine. The glint in her green eyes will haunt me until the day I die. “I-I know you will. Please. You said you’d make it better. I’m begging you.”
“I will.” No more waiting. No more restraint.
Not when she begs like that. Not when every one of my nerve endings has centered on my cock. When I’ve turned into a greedy bastard who can’t survive without her.
So I do it and…
Fuck. Me.
Burying myself to the hilt in her ass is heaven. Her small body clings to me, molten heat pulling me deeper, tighter.
