“It’s been a minute,” I admit.
Something flashes in his eyes.
“Define ‘a minute.’”
“A year.”
He studies me, then shifts closer, cupping my cheek with one hand and lifting my leg over his hip with the other. His cockhead nudges my pussy, pressing against my entrance.
“Your pace, baby girl. Your say-so.” He rubs his thumb over my lips then leans down and grazes his mouth over mine. “Tell me when.”
“When.” I wind my arms around his neck, burrowing my face in the crook between his shoulder and neck. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me wait.
Asa thrusts, and I stiffen. No, I hadn’t been wrong. He’s… huge. Almost too huge. Only the head and a couple of inches are inside me and I’m trembling. My pussy ripples around his cock, and he holds still above me, letting me become accustomed to him.
Yes, it’s been a year, but this… this is different. I’ve never been this full. This stretched. This branded. And he’s not finished. There’s more of him. I nearly tell him never mind. Nearly. But I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Because I want all of him. I want to be completely filled by him. I long to be conquered and to conquer.
“India?” he rasps into my ear.
I shake my head, not sure what he asking right now.
“Don’t stop.”
“Baby—”
“Don’t. Stop.”
Tunnelling his fingers through my curls, he yanks my head back out of his shoulder, peers down in my face as if he needs to ascertain the truth there for himself. Then, slamming his mouth down over mine, he thrusts his tongue between my lips just as he drags his hips back and slams them forward.
I scream into his mouth. He swallows it, not lifting his head, taking it, continuing to kiss me, fuck my mouth even as he sits fully seated inside me.
His dick throbs within me, and I’m caught on a tenuous hook of pleasure and pain. And pain has the edge. I can’t relax, my breath a loud buzzsaw in the room.
“Shh.”
He continually kisses me, soothing me. He cups my breasts, sweeping his thumbs over my nipples, circling them before dipping his head and sucking the tips into his mouth. Fierce pleasure arced from my breasts to my sex, tiny, electrified bolts attacking my pussy, and I cry out with it.
Soon, the pain ebbs and I’m writhing beneath him, legs cradling his hips, ankles riding the small of his back.
“Asa, please. Move.”
Skimming a hand down my spine to cup my ass, he lifts me to him, and a hard smile curls a corner of his mouth.
“Whatever you say, baby girl.”
And he moves.
He draws his hips back, his dick dragging over tiny feminine muscles, lighting me up, until only the tip remains inside me. Then he drives forward, propelling the breath out of me. I’m lit up like a torch. Pleasure blasts through me, and if I wasn’t already on my back, I would’ve tumbled there, blinking, shocked, utterly derailed. What is he doing to me? What is he doing to my world?
I didn’t sign up for this.
Part of me feels like he should apologize for completely wrecking me.
But there won’t be any apologies coming.
At least not until he’s finished this beautiful destruction he’s started.