Page 56 of Convincing the Catcher

“I’m going to get you nice and wet, baby,” I whisper. “That way, it doesn’t hurt as bad. But anytime you want me to stop, say the word, okay?”

“Okay.” She nods her head.

Dropping my hand to her waist, I slide my palm against her stomach and push her sleep shorts down. I lean forward to pull them the rest of the way off, but her feet are already kicking them away.

Now she’s fucking bare. For the first time, she’s going to know what it feels like to take a dick deep inside of her, and I get to be the lucky son of a bitch to do it.

“Open,” I command, bringing two fingers to her lips. “You did so good soaking my cock, but now I need you to soak my fingers so that I can sink them into your perfect pussy.”

Her mouth opens, and I shove my fingers inside slowly. Her tongue swirls around them, and for a second, I swear she’s imagining it’s my dick she’s sucking on.

Pulling them out, I part her legs. At first, I simply swipe my fingers across her heat.

“Fuck, baby. You’re already drenched all on your own.” I fight the need to bite my hand to suppress a deep groan from my throat. “I’m going to touch you, okay? But I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Slipping one finger inside of her, I hiss at how tight she is, and to be honest, I don’t know how such a tight space is going to take my dick. But I know she will, and it’ll probably have me seeing stars.

As I work it in and out, her eyes stay trained on me, and I rub my thumb against her opening.

“You all right?”

“Yes,” she whispers, almost in anticipation.

After a few more minutes, I add a second finger, continuing to massage her with my thumb to add some pleasure with the pain. She hardly blinks, though her breathing becomes more ragged after a while, and I know she’s starting to enjoy it. That’s when I pull my fingers out of her and wait to see if disappointment covers her face.

It does, along with a slight pout.

“Why did you stop?” rushes from her pretty, plump lips.

I bring my hand between her legs again, only teasing her by dragging my fingertip across her heat. “Why, Harland? Did you like how it felt?”

“Yes,” comes out more as a breath than an actual word. “I did.”

“Then tell me,” I say gruffly, joining our mouths in a kiss before hovering my lips over hers. “Say what you want.”

I need her to be vocal about this. Not just because it’ll make me feel better about what we’re doing, but also because it’s going to work her up more. And the more turned on she is, the more her pussy is going to be aching to be filled—no matter how much pain it may bring.

“I want your fingers inside of me,” she utters. “Now.”

I know part of making her first time good is going to be the buildup, not rushing anything. This is her first time for all of this, and the last thing I want to do is push her too far, too fast. But the desperation in her voice has me sliding my fingers back inside of her, needing to give her what she wants, but I’m also dying to feel her pussy wrapped around me.

Her tits thrust upward the slightest when my fingers begin to pump in and out, and I drop my head down to bring a nipple into my mouth again, swirling my tongue around it, making her moan subtly. With my mouth on her tits, moving from left to right every so often, and my fingers working her soaked heat, my cock feels like it may explode at any given second, and she’s not even touching me.

Once her pussy has adjusted to two fingers, I slow my movements and lift my head to look at her.

“You ready for me to replace my fingers with my dick, Harland?” I ask, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. “Are you ready to take me?”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, but eventually, she gives me a nod. “Yes, I am.”

Though I can tell she’s a little nervous, I can see it on her face just how ready she is for this. I’m not going to take that from her. I don’t have the willpower to either.

“Good girl,” I say, pressing my lips to hers. “You’re going to do so good, baby. I promise.”

I sit up, moving down her body, bringing my face between her legs and looking up at her.

“I’m not going to eat your pussy tonight—even though I’m fucking starving for it.” I practically choke out the last words, wanting nothing more than to bury my tongue inside of her tight heat and to absolutely devour her. “But I am going to help get you nice and wet, if that’s okay?”

Her big green eyes stare down at me, and I swear I can hear her heart beating—or maybe it’s my own, thundering because she has me so fucking worked up. Her lips part, and she nods once. “Yeah … it’s-it’s okay.”