There’s nothing in those pretty green eyes but pure want. No fear. No reluctance. Just this perfect woman gazing at me like I’m exactly what she’s been waiting for, her legs wrapping around my hips, urging me closer.
Fuck, is this really happening?
I’ve spent forty-two years feeling like a monster. Too big, too rough, too broken to be wanted. But Josie doesn’t see a monster, and the way she’s looking at me right now is enough to set my heart on fire. I’m done thinking. Done holding back. I’ve spent a month torturing myself, and I’m not wasting another second.
This angel is mine.
My cock aches, leaking with pre-cum as I angle the tip against her entrance. She’s so fucking wet. I can still taste it on my tongue—the sweet, musky taste of her arousal. I couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of her sweet moans as she came on my fingers. But this time, I want her coming all over my cock, screaming my name like it’s the only word she knows.
“Are you ready for me, sugar?” I ask, rubbing the head of my cock up and down her folds, coating it in her cream.
“So ready.”
Josie looks up at me, eyes glittering, her fiery hair splayed across my pillow. She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. I can’t resist cupping her cheek, leaning down to press a kiss on her lips.
“I’ve never done this before,” I tell her. “You’re my first.”
A flicker of surprise crosses her face. “Really?”
I nod. “Been waiting for the right person.”
“You’re my first too, Brewer.”
Something primal roars through me at her words.
First.
I’ll be her first, her last, and everything in between. This angel will never belong to anyone else—I’ll make damn sure of it. God help any man who tries to take her from me.
“You were worth every second of the wait, sugar.”
She smiles, lifting her arms and wrapping them around my neck. I keep my gaze trained on her, savoring her sharp inhale as I finally start to inch inside her. She squeezes open around my cock, hot and slick, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it,” I grit out. “Hold onto me.”
We moan in unison as I bottom out, engulfed in her heat, our bodies locked together. She feels so fucking good, and it takes several deep breaths before I can speak.
“Fuck. You okay?”
Josie nods. Her face is flushed, features screwed up, and I can’t tell if it’s from pleasure or pain.
“Talk to me, sugar.”
“I’m okay.” She wriggles her hips with a shaky exhale, trying to get comfortable, and it takes all my restraint not to come instantly. “You feel so big.”
I go still, convinced I’ve hurt her.
Too big, too rough, too much…
“You want me to stop, Josie?”
She shakes her head, her hands gripping my shoulders harder, pulling me closer.
“Please don’t,” she breathes. “I like it.”
With a burst of relief, I stop thinking and start moving. My strokes are slow at first, letting Josie adjust to my size. Every instinct screams at me to take her harder, but I force myself to be gentle, until I feel her hands slide down to my hips, urging me on.
“You want more, sugar?”
