What wasn’t weird?
Locke’s thick fingers sliding inside me, teasing and twisting, the lightning strike that rocked me as he found that magic button.
I arched off the bed, only the weight of his arm on my chest tying me to earth as pleasure ripped through me.
“That’s it.” Locke held my face again. “Let it go.”
The specifics of what he was asking washed over me. My eyes crashed shut, my head tipping back. Another groan tore out of me and a new wave of pleasure gripped my burning muscles.
Like he’d asked of me before he’d sucked my dick, I chased it, riding his hand, dying to come.
Desperate not to when we’d barely got started.
Locke slid another finger into me, working them with more purpose, and my cock began to seize. “I need inside you,” he whispered. “That okay?”
“I’ll fucking die if you don’t.”
Chuckling, he reclaimed his fingers and rearranged us. He split my legs apart, wedging his big body between them, and a moment I’d always imagined I’d feel vulnerable as hell became something else—something that made my pulse skyrocket and fresh sweat break out over my skin, I wanted him that much.
His dick looked bigger.
Harder.
That should’ve scared me too, but it didn’t.
I’m ready.
Locke rubbed lube onto his cock and gripped my thighs, wrenching me closer.
It was an image that stuck to my brain, him looming over me, heat in his gaze. Love. I almost forgot about his monster length until he notched us together and—
Fuck. Me.
The full girth of him eased inside me, the pressure nerve-shattering, an inferno of sensation that split me apart.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
I couldn’t make a sound.
Couldn’t breathe.
It was agony.
It was everything.
It was fuckingperfect.
I felt Locke’s grip shift to my waist, his abs against mine, the weight of him trapping my dick. I made a clumsy grab for his shoulder, but I was cock-drunk, and my coordination had ascended to a place where there was nothing but brain-melting sensations, pleasure welling up in me, eclipsing the sharp burn of Locke’s big dick buried inside me.
Locke nuzzled my face. “Okay?”
His voice was deeper somehow.
I gritted my teeth, breathing hot, fractured breaths through my nose. “Yeah.”
“You need to stop or slow down, I’m listening.”
