He scissored his fingers a few times, then pulled them out.
“You ready for me?” he asked, his hot breath fanning over my neck.
“Yes!”
Something big and broad pressed against my hole. I bore down, and the head of his dick popped through my outer ring of muscles.
Holy fuck, that felt good. It stung a bit, but it didn’t hurt.
“Fucking breathe, Jules,” he gritted out, sinking in another inch.
I was holding my breath? Shit. I blew it out and focused on keeping relaxed.
He slipped in another inch. Then he was pressing his body against mine, squishing me against the wall. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and spread his big hand over my stomach in a way that was decidedly proprietary.
I fucking loved it.
“Goddamn, you’re tight.” He pushed in a little more.
Pain lanced through me, and I gulped in a few breaths.
He was going slow and being surprisingly gentle, but it was starting to hurt. The feeling of fullness was nearly too much, the sting chasing away any pleasure I’d felt.
“Come on, slut. Relax for me,” he whispered in my ear and slid his hand from the back of my neck to my throat. “Open up and let me in.”
“Fuck. I don’t even like you. Why does this feel good?”
“We don’t have to like each other to fuck.” He pushed in a bit more. “And for the record, I don’t like you either.”
I let out a little huff of irritation, which made him chuckle.
“Brat. Now hold still, and let me get my dick in you.”
“Christ. It feels like you shoved your whole arm up there.”
He laughed against my back, moving his hand down my stomach until he was cupping my cock.
“You like it. Look how hard you are for me.”
“Says the guy who’s balls deep inside me,” I muttered. I hated how much his words were turning me on.
“I’m not balls deep yet.”
Another embarrassing whine fell from my lips.
“That’s it, slut. Just a little bit more.” His thighs brushed my ass.
I let out a low groan.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice a low grunt, as he gripped my cock tighter, squeezing it at the base.
“Yeah.”
I didn’t understand this side of Ash. He’d told me he was too mad to be gentle, but he’d still taken his time pushing in, and he was giving me a chance to get used to him before he moved.
It didn’t make sense.
I’d essentially given him blanket consent to fuck me as fast and as hard as he wanted, but he’d still taken the time to ease me into it.