“Enough.” He pushed me away. “Lie back.”
I dropped back onto the bed, and he held himself over my body. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“More ready than I’ve been for anything else in my life.”
“Watch then,” he said, nodding through the gap between our stomachs, down to where our two bodies met.
With my pussy lips splayed wide, the head of Tam’s cock nudged my entrance. I was fascinated to see it, both of us slick with our arousal and saliva. He rocked his hips gently, and I felt myself stretching. The glans vanished inside me, right up to the ridge separating the head from his length which was thickly ridged with veins and rock-hard. I could barely believe that was going inside me.
“Oh my God,” I groaned. “That’s so hot.”
“You’re so hot.” He kissed my mouth fiercely and drove a little deeper.
He sank further and then came to a stop, as though he’d met some resistance. “This might hurt now,” he warned me and thrust again.
A stab of pain spiked through me, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I understood now why he’d used his fingers as he had. I’d never have been able to take him otherwise.
“That’s it, beautiful girl. Take me. Take all of me.”
I forced myself to sit up slightly again, resting on my elbows. He was almost up to the root now, and I’d never felt so full. So, this was what all the fuss was about. No wonder people couldn’t get enough.
He slid out of me, and I felt the bliss of friction with every inch, and then he plunged deep again. We built up a rhythm, my hips lifting to meet his. He ducked his head to suck my nipples and reached between us to strum my clit. I cried out and clutched at him. Our movements grew faster and harder, until he was slamming into me, and I hovered on the brink of my third orgasm of the day.
“Ah, fuck,” Tam gasped, driving deep and holding himself inside me.
My pussy clamped around his dick, milking him hard, and the shockwaves of my climax rolled through me.
Tam buried his face against my neck, and I held him tight as our breathing slowed. Our heartbeats drummed together, just layers of skin separating them.
For the first time, I felt hope. Was this marriage actually going to happen? Did I dare believe that we could be happy together? He was violent and possessive, and cocky and domineering. But in those moments where he made me smile, I felt as though I didn’t want to spend a single second away from him.
Bloody hell. I was in so much trouble.
Chapter Twenty-One
Tam