I slide a finger inside her as I stand, curling it just right and hitting the sensitive fleshy spot of her wall. She cries out, her head falling back against the wall and her eyes rolling with it. I watch her, drinking in the sight of her, lost in pleasure, her face flushed and lips parted. I want to see her break, enjoying the pleasure her unravel completely in my hands.
She’s tight, hot, and clamping down around my digit like a vise. I add a second finger to prepare her for my cock. I scissor and curl my fingers as I thrust them into her. Her inner walls flutter and spasm as I work her toward thebrink.
“Come for me. Let me watch you fall apart. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, breathlessly.
Continuing to work my fingers in and out of her, I grind the butt of my hand against her clit. A string of delicious sounds spews over her trembling lower lip as she clamps around me, riding my hand through her release.
“That’s a good girl,” I praise, pulling my fingers from her. They are still glistening with her arousal as I lift them to my lips. I suck them clean, savoring the sweet taste of her.
She watches intently as I undo my belt and lower my zipper. I shove the wet jeans down my thighs, and my cock springs free, hard and ready. Teagan licks her lips at sight.Such a naughty girl.I can see the shame mixed with pleasure on her face, a delicious combination that causes my cock to twitch.
With my hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, I kick her legs apart and teasingly rub the thick head up and down the length of her pussy, coating it in her wetness. I align myself with her entrance and still. She whimpers, her hips bucking, trying to get me inside her.
“You need to be patient,” I growl, grabbing at her hips to hold her still. “I’m going to take my time. I want to remember everything about the first time I slide inside you.”
The thunder cracks overhead, rattling the thin walls of the shack, and the vibration running through my shoulder blades pressed against the rough wood. Rain hammers the roof in sheets, a relentless percussion that matches the pounding of my heart. Easton’s body cages mine in, his heat a stark contrast to the damp chill in the air.
The broad head of his cock nudges against my entrance—the pressure both terrifying and exhilarating—as my world narrows to nothing but the two of us. My breaths are ragged, with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The way his heartbeat is thumping against my palms, I can only assume he feels the same. He doesn’t rush, even though we’re both practically vibrating with need.
Easton grips my hips, holding me in place as he shifts his weight, leaving me suddenly very aware of the slick friction of him pushing against me. He’s much larger than any of the men I’ve been with, and as much as I want this, my body betrays me and tenses at the thought of taking him.
“Relax for me, wildfire,” Easton commands softly, his voice dropping so low that it courses through me. “Breathe.”
I exhale, trying to obey, but my body trembles as he sinks deeper. He feels huge, a solid block of heat and muscle waiting to invade my space. He leans down, his forehead resting against mine, as our eyes lock with an intensity that causes my heart to sputter.
“Look at me,” he orders gently as he eases himself inside. “Don’t look away.”
The stretch is sharp, a burning fire that shoots through my nerves. I gasp, my back arching off the wall. My fingers squeeze his shoulders, digging into his skin to keep from pushing him away. “You’re doing so well.” His jaw tight as he fights to hold back, he tenderly strokes my cheek as he whispers against my lips, “So eagerly taking all of me.” He takes his time working himself into me, inch by agonizingly perfect inch, until he has filled me completely.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Easton groans, a mixture of satisfaction and hesitation as he pauses for a moment, his warm breath blowing across my cheek.Letting us both adjust.He moves his hips, working himself in and out of me in short, shallow thrusts to let me get used to the sensation. “That’s it.”
Easton pulls nearly from me before easing every inch of him deep inside, taking me with long, leisurely strokes. “You’re taking me so well.” He drives into me harder, and I cry out, my head falling back against the wall. With my chin between his fingers, he pulls my face toward his, forcing me to look at him. “You feel incredible,” he murmurs, his eyesdarkening with lust. “So warm and wet. So perfect for my cock.”
He’s not guessing or following the same poorly written set of instructions as the boys I’ve been with. He knows exactly how to hit that spot inside me to make my toes curl. Every stroke is calculated, like he already knows exactly how to please me.
He picks up the pace, not holding back, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. The friction builds, a coil tightening in my core as the sounds of our bodies coming together fills the space around us. I flex my hips, meeting each of his drives. Staccatoed grunts and mewls spew over my lips as he works me toward my release.
“That’s it,” he says again, setting a rhythm that blurs my vision. “Let me hear you. I want to hear exactly how good I make you feel.”
“God… I… Easton…” I pant, teetering on the brink.
“Let go, wildfire,” he breathes against my ear. “I’ve got you.”
I whimper, and he rewards me with a roll of his hips that grinds against my clit. The added sensation is my undoing. The orgasm crashes through me like the storm outside—violent and beautiful—a tidal wave of pure electricity that steals the air from my lungs and completely shatters me. My back arches from the wall, dragging my breasts up his chest as my short nails dig down his shoulders, drawing a deep groan of approval from him.
He continues to drive into me as I spiral through the abyss of ecstasy until I’m nothing but a puddle of pleasure.
“Such a good girl,” he praises. Those two words send a shiver down my spine, a mix of intense arousal and submission.I’m his.In this moment, he owns me.
His lips crash against mine with a force that quickly leaves me breathless. The urgency softens almost immediately, melting into something deeper. His mouth moves with reverence instead of hunger—slower and deliberate—like he’s trying to memorize me rather than of consume me. The rough skin of his calloused hands dust along my sides. They roam over the curve of my hips and firmly grip the back of my thighs.
“I want to watch you come again,” he groans as he lifts me with ease, wrapping my legs around his waist, reangling my hips, and allowing him to thrust even deeper. “And you’re going to give me what I want, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I muster the word on a moan.
I’m impaled on him, stretched and filled in ways I didn’t know existed. Each drive of his hips sends sparks skittering through my nerve endings, building something hot and tight in my belly. He moans his pleasure into my ear, a wordless praise that leaves me in the throes of another blinding, mind-numbing release. I scream his name into the storm, my body seizing around him. He stills, letting me ride it out, his forehead pressed against mine, every nerve between us taut with tension.
