"That's it. That's my girl. Take your time."
Inch by inch, she takes me deeper. Her face is flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, and I'm holding onto my control by a thread. Finally, she's fully seated in my lap, my cock buried deep inside her.
"Oh my god," she whispers.
"You okay?"
"I'm so full. I can feel you everywhere."
"Good." I grip her hips with both hands. "Now move. Slowly."
Chapter 9 - Claire
I've never felt anything like this in my entire life.
His cock stretches me so completely that I can feel every thick inch of him. Can feel the pulse of him inside me. Can feel my body trying to adjust to the intrusion even as it clenches around him like it never wants to let go.
I'm so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs. Soaking him. Making obscene sounds as I start to move. Slowly at first. Rising up until just the tip of him is inside me, then sinking back down.
"Fuck," Nash groans, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Just like that. Take what you need."
What I need is more.
I establish a rhythm, rising and falling, and oh god, the angle. With every downward stroke he hits something deep inside that makes me shout his name.
"Nash, oh god!"
"I know, baby. I know."
His voice is wrecked and knowing I'm doing that to him makes me bold.
I start moving faster. Bouncing on his cock like it's the only thing keeping me alive. My breasts bounce with each movement and his eyes are glued to them, watching them jiggle.
The rain outside is still pounding on the roof, creating a rhythm that matches the slap of my thighs against his. The windows are fogging up from our breath, from the heat building between us, until we're in our own private world.
It's perfect. It's better than perfect. It's everything I've ever fantasized about and so much more because it's real and he's real and he's inside me and—
I close my eyes and tilt my head back, just feeling.
Feeling the thick slide of him in and out. Feeling the stretch. Feeling the way my body opens for him, welcomes him, takes him deeper with every thrust. Feeling the rain drumming outside. Feeling his hands on me, holding me, guiding me.
"Look at you," Nash says, his voice rough with awe. "Fucking yourself on my cock. So goddamn beautiful."
I moan at his words, moving faster, chasing something I can feel building low in my belly. Then his hands tighten on my hips and he plants his feet. And starts thrusting up into me. I cry out, my eyes flying open, my hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders.
"Nash, oh fuck, oh my god—"
He's not gentle anymore. Not slow or careful. He's thrusting up into me hard and fast, one hand on my hip and the other sliding up my back to pull me down against his chest.
"Take it," he growls in my ear. "Take every fucking inch."
I can't breathe. Can't think. Can't do anything but hold on while he ruins me.
This is what he meant. This is what he was warning me about. He's absolutely destroying me and I never want it to stop. His cock is hitting every spot inside me with every brutal thrust and I'm making sounds I've never made before. High and desperate and needy.
"That's it," he grunts. "Let me hear you. Let me hear what I do to you."
"I can't… It's too much—"
