Page 92 of Haunt Me, Maybe

He pressed close—his chest to my back, his hips pinning mine. I felt him, thick and heavy and impossibly hard against my ass. Even through his pants, the size of him was imposing.

Long enough to make my thighs shake just thinking about it, thick enough that I remembered my fingers barely touched when they wrapped around the base.

His hands roamed. One palmed my breast through the thin fabric of my bra, thumb circling until it peaked hard and aching. The other slid down my stomach, splaying wide over my mound before dipping lower. He cupped me fully, then dragged two fingers through me, gathering wetness until they were slick.

Those two fingers plunged inside without warning, and I gasped, my knees buckling. Wes caught me with that arm banded across my chest.

“You’re so fucking wet you’re dripping down my wrist.”

I whimpered, hips rocking into his hand. “Wes—please—I’m ready.”

“Not yet.” He nipped my earlobe. “Gotta stretch you open first.”

He sank two fingers back inside me easily and curled them, stroking that spot that made my thighs tremble. I gasped again, my head tipping back.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice gravel-rough. “Look how easy you take them.”

He scissored gently, stretching my walls with careful twists. The burn was faint, delicious really. Nothing like the stretch I knew was coming. I moaned loudly and shamelessly, the sound swallowed by the corn.

“More,” I breathed.

Wes chuckled and worked a third finger in beside the first two. That stretch sharpened, and I tensed for a half second before he soothed me with his mouth on my neck and a thumb on my clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that turned the faint sting into liquid heat.

“That’s it,” he whispered against my skin. “Open up for me. Let me feel how much you want this.”

I was panting now, rocking down onto his hand and chasing the pleasure. My nails dug gouges in the bark. Without warning, Wes slipped his hand behind me. Slick fingers coated from my own arousal traced the cleft of my ass, then circled my back entrance with a teasing, light pressure that made me jolt.

“Wes—”

“I know.” He kissed my temple. “I’m just playing, Trouble. Gonna distract you while I stretch this pretty pussy.”

Goddess help me. I could already tell I wouldn’t survive whatever he had in store for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Aven

The tip of one finger pressed against my rim, gentle and insistent, but not breaching. At the same moment, Wes’s other hand left my breast to thrust three fingers deep into me, curling hard. The dual sensation short-circuited my brain.

I cried out, hips jerking forward onto his hand and then back against the teasing pressure at my ass, forcing that finger in unexpectedly.

Wes groaned against my neck. “Fuck⁠—”

He kept the same rhythm—slow pumps into me, thumb still working my clit mercilessly, while that single finger at my back entrance rubbed slippery rings around the tight muscle and delved in shallow thrusts. Never rushing in.

Just enough to make me squirm, to make every nerve light up at once. To make my body suck his finger inside like it belonged there.

My legs shook. “I can’t—Wes, I’m⁠—”

“Come on my fingers,” he ordered softly. “Flood my hand before I stretch you open with my cock.”

The command tipped me over.

I came hard—my inner walls clamping rhythmically around his fingers, a gush of wetness coating his palm. My cry echoed through the clearing, and the maze seemed to shiver in response. Wes worked me through it, slowing his thrusts but never stopping, drawing out every aftershock until I was boneless against him.

His fingers left me, and I heard the jingle of him unbuckling his belt. A new heat pressed against me, but he didn’t go back to teasing this time. His broad head nudged my entrance. I was dripping; wet from the chase and from the filthy things his fingers had done to me, but the sheer size of him made me tense.

He felt bigger than he had in the clock tower, bigger than anything should reasonably be as his thick head started stretching me open before he’d even pushed inside. And when he did start pushing, the stretch only got worse.