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“You know damn well it did.”
He did it again, slower this time, apparently determined to study every twitch of my body. By the third finger, I was pushing back onto his hand and wondering how long his newfound interest in experimentation would delay the main event.
“Caligo.”
“Yes, my pretty Rowan.”
“Cock. Now.”
He removed his fingers. A fresh stream of cum dripped over my hole, obscenely warm as his palm spread it around before he used what remained to coat his cock. The broad head of his bare cock settled against me.
“You don’t have any diseases, right?” It was a little late to ask. But better late than never.
“No. No diseases.” He shifted slightly. “Tell me if I hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you if you don’t hurry.”
His fingers tightened around my hips, and he pushed forward.
The stretch stole the breath from my lungs. I lowered my forehead to the pillow as he worked his way inside, thick inch by thick inch, pausing whenever my body resisted. His cum made every advance slick and smooth, but there was no disguising his size. By the time his hips met my arse, my jaw had gone slack and every coherent thought had run for the hills.
Caligo remained motionless. “Rowan?”
“Give me a second.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.” I shifted experimentally, the movement sending a bolt of pleasure through me. “Christ, that feels good.”
His hands loosened fractionally.
I laughed breathlessly. “I almost wish I’d gone for a bigger cock now.”
Something inside me changed.
Caligo’s cock thickened.
My entire body jolted as the added girth stretched me without warning, turning fullness into something perilously close to overwhelming. “Fuck!”
“You asked for bigger.”
“I said almost.”
His cock grew another fraction.
I clawed at the bedding, caught between a laugh and a moan. “Caligo!”
“Is this sufficient?”
“Sufficient?” I clenched around him and immediately regretted it—or didn’t, judging by the sound that left me. “You’ve got to stop taking everything I say as a challenge.”
“Would you like me to make it smaller?”
He slowly withdrew his hips as he asked the question. Every newly added fraction of girth dragged across nerves that were already begging for attention.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
A pleased growl rolled through him. “Then you approve.”
