Luke seems to sense my hesitation. “Hey,” he says, his voice gentle but confident. “Look at me.”
I do, forcing my eyes to lock onto his dark gaze.
“You’re too big, Luke. I can’t?—”
“Youcan, Lilly.” He rubs his thumb in gentle circles on my cheek. “And you will,” he says. “You’ll take every inch, Sweetheart.” A shiver rips through me. “Every. Inch.”
I believe him, but I’m still nervous as I feel him start to move.
“Breathe,” he tells me. “Relax and focus on your breathing.”
I do as he says, matching my breathing to his.
Luke’s hands slide down my sides, over my hips, to my thighs. He hikes one leg up slightly to give him better access, opening me to him.
I swallow hard, my nails digging into his biceps as he starts pressing his incredible girth into my virgin pussy. He’s slow and controlled as he works himself inside me.
I suck in a breath at the sharp sting of the stretch. At first, my body fights the intrusion, and then I remember what he said,relax.The moment I do, he presses in deeper.
The feel of him is beyond intense, my muscles spasming around him as my body works to take inch after inch of him.
“Shit, Lilly,” he grits out, his jaw tight with the effort he’s using to go slow with me. “You’re so fucking tight. Your virgin pussy feels so fucking good.”
His words are filthy, but they send a fresh wave of desire through me, right between my legs.
I groan and arch my back a little as he gives me even more of his cock.
“That’s right, Sweetheart,” he groans. “You’re taking me so good.”
He pauses, then, buried only halfway, I already feel astonishingly stuffed. My vision blurs at the edges, even as my body craves more. I want it all. I want all ofhim.
Luke’s chest is heaving against mine as he works to hold onto his control. “How does it feel?” His thumb finds my clit between us, making me jerk with the spark of pleasure. “Tell me.”
“Full.” My voice is broken, barely a whisper as I work to process all the sensations crashing through me. “So full. You are…it’s… It’s a lot.”
His answering chuckle is low. “Good,” he says. “That’s exactly how it’s supposed to feel. You’re made for this, sweetheart. You were made for my cock.”
His words send a fresh pulse of heat through me, reinforcing what I already know. I want this. I want him. All of him.
I want him to stuff me so full I can’t think straight. That I can’t feel anything but him.
“More,” I whisper. “Please, Luke. I want more. I want it all.”
His eyes darken, something fierce and possessive flickering across his features before he leans down to take my mouth in a bruising kiss. And then he’s moving again, pushing deeper and deeper, simultaneously claiming me with his tongue as his cock claims my body.
He swallows my cries, his kiss unrelenting until he’s buried completely inside me. Our hips are flush, literally nothing between us.
A broken sound escapes me as he pulls his mouth from mine. It’s part pleasure, part overwhelm. And then he begins to move.
Not fast, not at first. Just deep, slow rolls of his hips that drag him in and out of me, stretching me further with every thrust, filling me completely.
It’s intense. More than anything I’ve ever felt before. Every nerve ending is lit up, every touch of my skin is magnified a thousand times.
“Fuck,” he growls against my neck. “You feel that, sweetheart. You feel how yousqueeze me like you never want to let me go? Like you’re trying to keep me inside you forever?”
I can only moan in response. There is no way I can form a coherent thought.
He reaches down and lifts first one leg, and then the other one, until I’m wrapping around his waist, the new angle, pulling him even deeper. I lock my ankles around him, wanting him exactly where he is.
