“Yes. Breed me.” I want him. I’ll take him in every way he’ll have me.
“Thank fuck,” he groans. “I think I’d have died if you’d said no.”
I’ll never refuse him anything.
I keep that thought to myself though, because I might be half in love with Blake, but I’m not an idiot. I’m aware he has all the power.
He rubs the flat of his cock against my open slit, and it’s embarrassing how wet I am.
“You’re overflowing,” he murmurs, sounding smug.
“You licked me,” I point out breathlessly.
“I did.” Reaching up, he runs his fingers lightly down my inner arm, where the skin is soft and ticklish. I squirm and giggle, and he grins.
“That’s it. I’m going to have you so relaxed and distracted that you take me with no problem.”
I’m instantly sober. “You think you’re too big?”
He seems enormous to me, but I have nothing to compare to.
Slowly, he shakes his head. “You and I were made to fit together. It’ll be tight at first, but I promise you will enjoy it every single time I fuck you.” He pauses, then adds more quietly, “When we make love.”
I don’t have time to consider why he says that, because he notches the helmet of his cock into my slick folds, and I throbwhere we touch. Then his cock nudges up, over my clit, sending pleasure flaring into me. The move is easy because I’m soaked for him.
He groans.
“Open your legs wider for me, Bunny,” he rasps, and I strain my inner thigh muscles to obey.
He isn’t entirely resting his weight on me, but there’s enough, heavy and reassuring as he brings the tip of his erection back to where I’m aching for him.
I writhe, trying to get more, and his breathing goes deep and shaky, as though he’s hanging onto his sanity.
“I’m yours, Blake,” I whisper. My own confession.
“Mine,” he growls, and pushes.
I thought I was prepared. But his blunt, hot rod spears me, and there’s no denying it hurts for a second.
“Good girl, yes, good girl,” Blake murmurs as he kisses my cheeks and lips. “You’re doing so well. See why I needed to lick you and make you come first?”
Entirely.
He’s huge, and even though every part of my pussy is sopping wet, my body is struggling to accommodate him.
“That’s it. You’re so tight, you feel amazing. My good girl,” he murmurs, and somehow I know that’s true, but he’s saying it for me. To reassure me. And that’s freeing.
Then he’s moving, slowly easing out then in, and I’m loosening around him, getting used to the invasion. The pinch of hurt recedes, and gradually, it’s white sparks of bliss where we join. Pleasure starts with the friction between us, but soon it’s flowing outwards. I pick up his rhythm, shifting my hips with him, and he hisses through gritted teeth.
“You’re determined to make me lose control, aren’t you?” he grunts, increasing his pace.
It’s like being massaged from the inside out. As though my clit is being stimulated from underneath, and my body was made to fit with Blake’s.
I have to hold back a cry that I love him. The words are so close.
“Yes,” I say instead, and try to put a bit of sass into the word.
There’s a gleam in his eyes as he pushes up on his hands, off me.
