He kisses me deeper as I spread my knees wider, and his cock presses against my already full hole before he slips inside. The burn is immediate, sharp and intense, and I call out against his lips, but as he tries to pull back, I grab his hips to hold him there.
“More,” I plead, starving for the stretch despite the edge of pain.
He hesitates, searching my face, but gives a small thrust and fills me fuller. My pulse pounds in my ears, lights flash in the corners of my vision, and my body begs for more even as it adjusts.
It seems like forever as he works himself inside me, and when he’s as deep as he can get, I’m being split apart in the best way. After giving me time to adjust, he tugs back slowly, and a rush of slick gushes out that eases the stretch.
“Fuck, princess,” he murmurs as he thrusts back in slowly, eyes locked on mine while I writhe beneath him. “Does this feel good?”
“Why have we never done this before?” I demand, clenching around him hard enough to make him hiss. My cock strains inside me, desperate to extend again.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, lips brushing mine as our ragged breaths tangle. He keeps the rhythm torturously slow—pulling almost all the way out, letting that piercing drag, then sliding back in deep.
“Gods, look at you…” he praises, “taking me like you were made for it. I should’ve thought of this sooner.”
I arch, nails raking down his back. “You and your brilliant ideas,” I gasp, half-laughing. “Always so full of good ones.”
“You’re about to be full of a good one,” he teases with a chuckle against my mouth, hips rolling faster.
My retort is lost as Bash grips the headboard for leverage and drives forward harder. My mouth falls open in a shout, far too loud for these thin walls, but I don’t care.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, voice breaking on the plea as I arch up into him, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
He growls low against my throat, the sound vibrating through me as he thrusts again and makes the bed frame slam against the wall. The headboard cracks against the plaster once, twice, then faster, matching the frantic pace he sets.
“I won’t,” he promises breathlessly as he gives me what I asked for.
He gives memore.
His name leaves me in a yell, a plead, a whisper, and a godsdamned prayer as he fights to hold back, but his control frays with every motion.
I reach around him, fingers digging into the firm curve of his ass to yank him forward harder. The slick slide of my release on his skin sends me over the edge again, my cock throbbing insistently before a heavy load of cum shoots deep inside me.
“Oh, shit,” he gasps, the words choked.
Everything leaks out around him, and on his next thrust, he groans low and falls with me. His cum joins the mess as his thick cock throbs against mine, and he keeps the pace steady, fucking me through both our releases. His hips stutter but he keeps going until we’re both trembling, panting, and exhausted.
My legs twitch as I become oversensitive, and he lifts off me and lies beside me as we both catch our breath. He drags his fingertips along my naked body, pressing a kiss on my shoulder.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks softly.
“You’ve never hurt me, Bash.”
I roll onto my side and face him, and there’s concern in his eyes as he brushes the hair away from my forehead.
“I didn’t give him any of me,” I whisper. “It might feel like I did, but I didn’t. I’ve never given anyone any part of me except you.”
He pushes out a heavy exhale as he nods. “I know… I do. But knowing that he thinks he has any sort of claim to you makes me wanna kick his door down and beat his face in.”
I chuckle, linking our hands and kissing his knuckles. “You’re overestimating your fighting skills, darling.”
He snorts a laugh. “Yeah, maybe.”
“If you go rushing in there and he beats you up, I’d have to kill him. Then you’d be embarrassed, and we’d have to concoct a story about how you were so strong and brave—”
“Hey,” he argues with a frown. “I’m strong and brave.”
“You are,” I agree with a sleepy grin. “Just not a great fighter.”
