“That’s what I’ve wanted to hear,” I murmur, dragging mylips down her neck, letting my teeth scrape along the tendon that jumps beneath my tongue. “So fucking pretty when you beg.”
I shift, just enough to free one of her wrists and let my palm trail down her side. She gasps at the contact until my hand finds the underside of her thigh and hooks it higher around my waist. I press harder against her, not entering, just letting her feel the weight of what’s coming. The heat. The way I’ll stretch her.
“Do you feel that?” I whisper, rolling my hips, dragging the tip of my cock against her soaked center. “That’s what you’ve been begging for. That ache between your legs? That’s mine to fix.”
She whimpers, eyes pleading. “Please, Theo. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Stay right there,” I tell her. “Keep those legs open for me, baby.”
I reach to the side, fingers brushing the gold foil of the condom that’s been waiting on the mattress since the second I stripped her down. I hold it up so she can see and watch her eyes darken even more.
“My restraint ends here,” I growl, eyes locked on hers. “I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll forget every man who ever touched you before tonight.”
Her breath stutters when I sit back on my knees between her thighs, the foil wrapper crumpling in my fist. Her legs stay spread, trembling slightly, and fuck if that doesn’t make me ache. She’s glistening, swollen, wrecked just from my words and the drag of my cock against her slit. And I haven’t even given her what she’s begging for yet.
I roll the condom on with one hand, never taking my eyes off her. She watches me do it, lips parted, chest rising with shallow breaths, like the sight alone is enough to make her come again. I hum low in my throat and reach for her, one hand gripping beneath her knee as I guide her thighs wider, adjusting her body for mine.
I grip the base and press my tip against her entrance, watchingher gasp as her body opens for me. Her hips twitch, trying to push up, but I pin her there—firm and steady—because this isn’t a rush.
The first push in makes her cry out, loud and broken.
“Oh my God—” she gasps, her hands clutching the sheets now that I’ve released her wrists. “Theo, fuck, you’re big.”
“Yeah?” I grind my jaw, forcing myself to still, even though my body screams to thrust. “Too much?”
“No—just—just go slow.”
“I will.” I press another inch in, gritting my teeth when her walls clench around me. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
She whines, her hands coming up to brace my arms, fingertips digging in. Her brows draw together, lips parted, expression caught somewhere between pleasure and the sharp edge of stretch.
I bend forward, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Breathe for me. You’re doing so good.”
Little by little, I ease in deeper, watching every twitch of her body, every flicker of her expression. When I bottom out, finally seated fully inside her, she lets out a helpless sound, full of need and surrender.
I keep my movements slow. Let her adjust. Let her feel all of me inside her.
She nods, glassy-eyed, panting. “Don’t stop. Please…just fuck me now.”
I begin to move. “Oh my God,” she moans, her voice trembling as her head tips back, eyes fluttering shut.
“Can you feel them?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her breath unsteady as I adjust to the foreign, exquisite pressure. “Holy hell, I feel them. They’re incredible.”
She’s soaked beneath me—slick, hot, and clenching around my cock. Every roll of her hips is a siren’s call, dragging me deeper, daring me to lose control. Her thighs are wrapped tight around my waist, nails scoring down my back as she arches, breathless, chasing the next thrust like it might ruin herif I don’t give it.
The air in the room is heavy with heat. Her skin glows, damp with effort, flushed with need. My mouth grazes her jaw as I drive into her, deep and unrelenting, savoring the tight drag of her pussy as she moans into my neck.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask.
She gasps, tilting her head back to bare her throat to me, every line of her body begging. “This,” she pants.
I give her one more long, teasing stroke, then still inside her completely. She whimpers, tightening her legs like she’s trying to force me to keep going.
“Not good enough,” I tell her. “Is there a fantasy in that dirty little mind of yours?”
Her breathing changes—just a fraction—but I feel it. A stutter of hesitation. I lift my head and look down at her. Her eyes flicker with something wicked.
