Page 76 of Striker’s Rebel

“I know.”

He pushes inside slowly.

Even after everything he just did, the stretch makes me suck in a breath.

He stops.

Immediately.

“Still okay?”

“Yes.”

His eyes stay on mine.

I roll my hips against him.

“Move.”

His jaw tightens.

“Bossy little thing.”

“You like it.”

“Yeah.”

Then he pushes deeper.

Slow enough that I feel every inch until he’s buried inside me and neither of us is talking anymore.

For a few seconds, he stays there.

His forehead presses against mine.

He starts to move.

The first few thrusts are slow, giving my body time to adjust, but the soreness from yesterday fades fast beneath everything else.

Soon all I feel is him.

The drag of his cock inside me.

His weight over me.

His hands holding me exactly where he wants me.

I dig my nails into his shoulders.

“Harder.”

His eyes flash.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

That’s all he needs.