I tense the quicker he moves because I’m not used to anything inside me. He pauses, rakes his eyes up my body until they meet mine, and the tip of his finger presses against the barrier I’ve fought so hard to protect from horrible men.
Grayson’s lips are wet, swollen, and red from eating me like I’m his favorite slice of cake. He presses against the barrier again, brows worried, and I hiss from the discomfort. His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s feeling.
But in the next instance, the shock is gone and replaced by intense glowing garnet eyes. “You’re a virgin,” he states on a low gravel. “All fucking mine and no one else’s.”
I shake my head. “Just yours, Grayson.”
“You fought your way to me, and I’ll eternally be grateful,” he says, sliding another finger in the tight, untouched space.
I wince and suck my bottom lip between my teeth. It doesn’t hurt as much as it is odd and slightly uncomfortable.
He curls his fingers and presses a spot inside me I thought was a myth. “Grayson!” I cry out, and he flattens one palm against my stomach and presses until the pressure from his fingers inside me is more intense. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” I chant and thrash my head back and forth. “I can’t. What are you doing?” I ask, completely innocent to this ordeal.
“I’m not going to fuck you until you come so you’re nice and wet, my little vixen.” He moves his hand faster until his knuckles touch the inside of my lips. Wet sounds escalate in the air, and a numbing sensation takes over my entire body.
“Grayson.” I slap my hands on the bed, and my jaw drops when a tsunami of ecstasy takes over me. My thighs shake, and the noise leaving my mouth must sound like I’m dying because I feel like I’m drowning.
My legs are quaking when he lifts his mouth from my clit and pulls his fingers free. They are shining with my juices, and he doesn’t hesitate to put them into his mouth. Grayson sucks them clean.
“You taste so fucking good. My new favorite treat.” He lifts onto his knees and unbuttons his jeans, then lowers the zipper.
My eyes are latched onto the long, thick erection trapped beneath the denim. When he parts the lapels of his jeans, a trimmed brown bush greets me along with the base of his cock. My tongue sticks to the roof of my dry mouth as he takes off his pants. The man does not ever disappoint. His thighs are muscular, a bit paler than the rest of his body from wearing shorts. The V is deeper on either side of his hips than I originally thought.
And it shows me the pathway to his cock.
My eyes must be saucers. I look to him, to his cock, to him, and back to his cock, and then I shake my head. “There’s no way that is going to fit!” I swallow nervously.
“I’ll fit,” he says while stroking himself, rubbing his thumb over the plum-colored head. He falls over me, bracing one arm next to my head while he guides himself to my entrance.
My legs spread as far as they can, and I inhale a breath, then hold it as he push inside of me. I squeeze my eyes shut, and he drags his hand from between us and caresses my body. Grayson kisses my chest, then sucks one of my nipples into his mouth before letting it go with a soft plop. “Look at me,” he asks softly.
I open my eyes, and he pushes in deeper until he gets to my virginity. I don’t say anything, but my nails dig into his forearms.
“It’s just you and me here, Finley. I’ll take care of you,” he says, grabbing my face with his palm until he can engulfs my lips with his, easing himself inside me so he doesn’t hurt me.
I’ve imagined what my first time would be like, and I never thought it would be like this. I always thought I’d be stuck with someone careless and hurtful.
With a harder thrust, he claims my virginity while a small, estranged cry leaves my lips to echo down his throat.
“You feel so goddamn good, baby. So damn tight.” He hides his face in my neck and groans when his sack nestles against the curve of my ass.
“Grayson.” I wiggle around when the pressure of him not moving becomes too much. I need him to do something.
“Don’t move,” he warns with a squeeze of my hip, then he lets out a strangled chuckle. “I need a second. You feel too damn good,” he says through tight teeth as if he’s on the verge of losing control.
After a few seconds of staying still and a sheen of sweat draping over my body, he finally pulls out and pushes in. We groan in unison. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. His body hovering over mine, his breath against my ear, his moans, and the way he is thrusting is turning the pain into massive pleasure.
I wrap my arms around his back and scratch down the muscular plains until I have the globes of his ass in my palms. I squeeze and pull him against me so he is deeper.
“Finley.”
My name is deep in the back of his throat, a low rasp that tells me he’s hanging by a thread. I am too. He kisses the side of my neck, and I turn my head to give him more access, and he lathers his tongue around the same spot. Grayson raises his head and sits up, rocking into me harder.
He is gorgeous.
It’s hard to believe a man that looks like him is inside me right now.
“I wish you could see what I see,” he says, spreading my legs wide as he fucks me. “My cock is wet from you, Finley. Fucking soaked.” His eyes roll to the back of his head until all I see are the whites of his eyes for a second, looking like a man possessed, a man blinded by pleasure.
He lifts my leg and throws it over his shoulder, somehow getting deeper and filling me further. His forehead is sweaty as he lays it against my calf. I can tell he is going easy on me. The restrain is edging lines in his face, and he pinches his lips together, fighting the urge for more.
“Harder,” I moan. “Faster, Grayson.”
“Thank fuck.” He flips me over onto my stomach and yanks my ass in the air, slapping my right cheek as he slides in me in one full stroke.
He grabs my hips and pistons into me. Our hard flesh is slapping harder and another slap rings against my ass. I love it. It leaves a slight sting, and I want more of the delicious burn. Grayson pushes my head down against the mattress and finds the strength to fuck me harder.
“Oh, god!” I scream, feeling his cock hit my womb, something neither of us are ready for. But I want it. I want him. I want all of him. “More, Grayson. Please, I need it.”
He straightens my legs under him and lays me flat. His mouth is next to my ear, and he licks the shell of it, another sensation to drive me out of my mind. “I’m going to fill this pretty cunt, Finley. I’m going to fill you so full, you’re going to feel me dripping from you for days.” He punctuates his sentence with a hard thrust and I cry out against the mattress.
“Grayson, yes. Please, I’m so close. Please.”
“So close to what?” He lightly scratches his nails down my back, and I shiver from the hint of danger. It isn’t like before. I don’t have to fight him. He knows what I want and need. I don’t want pain. I want a tickle of it.
Something barely there to remind me I belong to him and no one else. He is erasing the foul touch of the men before.
“I’m going to come.”
“The hell you are,” he sneers, flipping me over onto my back in a quick move. “Like I’m going to miss your face while you’re coming on my cock for the first time.” He hammers his cock, nailing me against the mattress, and the bed starts to squeak. The headboard slams against the wall and the familiar numbing sensation takes over my body.