Before tossing the bottle over my shoulder, I squirt a generous dollop of lube onto my fingers, then slide them down through the crevice of her ass. She inhales sharply as I coat her backside, and whimpers as I plunge a finger inside, then another, stretching her and preparing her for what’s to come. She shudders, and whether it’s from surprise or fear, she’s incapable of doing anything else but gasp for breath.
I take my time stretching her, nipping along her shoulders, and leaving love bites while wringing little mewls from her throat. By the time I withdraw, she’s panting, and her muscles are loose. I slide my hand beneath her thigh and lift it up once more.
“Wait,” she breathes. “You are way too big. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“Your body was fucking made for me. So you’re going to be a good girl and fucking take it.”
I just know fear is trickling through her bloodstream now, and her pussy is fucking soaked in response. She’s nervous, yet she keeps those little white teeth glued shut.
Smart girl.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, amused when her eyes snap to mine, sharp knives shooting from them.
“I trust you with my life. But do I trust you not to rip me in half? Absolutely not.”
I grin, baring my teeth in a savage smile. “You get off on my pain, don’t you, Addie?”
Before she can protest, I position the head of my cock at her tight entrance and gently push in. Her eyes pop open, the pain registering as I slowly stretch her. My fingers are working her clit immediately, balancing the agony with pleasure.
“Zade,” she breathes, a war raging within her. Her nails are digging into my outer thigh again as I breach past the tight ring and slowly sink myself inside her.
Groaning, I bite her shoulder, nearly vibrating with the need to both draw blood and fuck her ass until she’s sobbing.
Somehow, I refrain from both. As much as I love to hurt her, I have no desire to do so without bringing her pleasure, too.
Methodically, I work myself inside her until there’s nothing more of me to give.
“Fuck, baby, you take it so fucking good,” I praise. “That’s it, good girl, open up for me.”
She fists the sheets, and like a flower blooming beneath the sunlight, her entire body relaxes, accepting me inside her as if it’s the only thing that gives her life.
We’re both trembling, on the precipice of shattering from how tightly we’re fitted together. I give her thirty seconds—a small increment of time to adjust. It’s all the control I possess.
Releasing a deep breath right when I hit that mark in my head, I withdraw to the tip before driving back inside of her. She yelps, and I circle her clit harder, earning a sexy little whimper that has me tensing with need.
“I own every part of you, Adeline. And I will make you feel me for fucking days when I’m done with you.” I set a steady pace, her body like soft clay beneath my insistent hands, and I mold her into me until the two of us become one.
“God,” she moans, her voice choked with pleasure.
“That’s it, keep moaning my name. I’ll take us home to paradise if you pray hard enough,” I taunt, fucking her harder.
“Oh, God, like that,” she gasps, her head kicking back. “Right there, Zade.”
I growl, pleasure pooling in the base of my spine, the sounds of our flesh smacking arising.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little whore,” I rasp. “You’re squeezing me so tight, it’s like you can’t stand to lose me.”
“Yes,” she mewls, her voice husky and cracking with desire.
“Yeah? You want it deeper?”
She pants, nodding her head eagerly, and it’s all I can do to not spill inside of her.
I flip her onto her stomach and roll on top of her, then lift her hips until she’s on her knees. Her gasp turns sharp when I slide back inside her tight ass, the angle allowing me to fuck her deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, ending it in a high-pitched cry. She jerks forward, almost as if to pull away, but I tighten my hold on her hips, refusing to let her escape.
“Can you take it, little mouse?” I challenge. “I know how much you love to run, but I want to see what it looks like when you stay.”