Chapter 12
Rowley
I barely hold on to my sanity. The fact she’s letting me do this is like a still fresh shock, fireworks going off in my brain in a continuous, deafening celebration.
I thought it would take weeks of careful wooing, and I was ready for the long haul, but here she is, her legs open wide for me like the best fucking present. I can barely keep it together.
“I’ll take care of you,” I promise again, reminding myself what the goal is.
If I didn’t care about her opinion and comfort so much, we’d be on round three right about now. She’d be overwhelmed, sore, pumped full. My cock jerks with a hot burst of pre-cum at the thought, and I close my eyes to calm the fuck down.
God, but I want her like this. Full of cum. No protection.
“Rowley, please,” she says, and I immediately come to attention. “I want to see you.”
I nod, looking at her sweet face, cheeks reddened, eyes huge and dark.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
I keep staring until her expression shifts, revealing a hint of impatience.
I grip the front of my sweatshirt and pull it off with a jerky motion, throwing it on the floor as I roll off the bed.
I undo my belt so fast, I think I hurt my finger on the buckle, but I barely feel it.
My pants come off, and I crawl back on top of her, completely naked.
She stares at my cock, and I raise myself high on my arms, letting her look.
When she slowly stretches her hand toward it, I catch her wrist with a groan.
“No, baby. I’ll come in your hand. Later.”
She looks surprised, but I don’t have the mental capacity to explain how enormously turned on I am. Instead, I settle in closer and let my cock press right where she is the slickest, not yet entering. She’s so fucking wet, I can’t think straight.
“Like this for now, yeah?” I ask, catching her eye. “That goes inside you, baby. Hopefully.”
She releases a shaky breath. “But, it’s, uh… I’m not sure if I can… Because, uh, you were right. I mean. It grew.”
I snort out a breathless laugh. God, I’m light-headed. If I get any harder, I think I’ll lose consciousness. My cock is already flushed dark, weeping all over her sweet little clit. The skin on the head is stretched to the limit, glistening and taut.
“I’ll just put in the tip first,” I say, almost slurring. “Just a little bit. Don’t be scared.”
She gives me a tiny nod, and I kiss her, contorting myself to force my body to fit her. Because I’ll make it all fit. She’ll be mine, with a me-shaped space in her heart, her pussy molded to the shape of my cock.
My hips flex with desperate need, my dick sliding over her slick skin. Heat surges down my spine, and I groan, forcing myself to go still. Fuck, I almost came.
“I can’t, baby,” I confess, looking into her wide, excited eyes. “I have to be inside you. Yeah? Pinch me if I go too fast. I’ll try not to, but… Pinch me, yeah?”
I take her hand and put it on my side, right over my lower ribs, where it should hurt like hell.
“Pinch real hard and I’ll stop.”
She shakes her head with an impatient breath, her mouth open and so, so red. She’s flushed all over, the most perfect image of female arousal, and I wish I could take a photo, but I don’t think I’d be able to hold my phone still.
“Just the tip. Just a little.”
I pull my hips back and watch, my cock so hard, it barely bobs as I move. It’s like an arrow, pointing right where it wants to go. Her opening is narrow and slick, the skin dark and swollen. God. Fuck. Here comes.
She makes a low sound when the thick head slides inside her. I stop, quivering all over. Sweat trickles down my spine, and I focus on that sensation, because if I allow myself to feel the way she hugs my sensitive tip, I’ll explode.
“Are you pinching yet?” I choke out, eyes closed so the sight of her doesn’t drive me over the edge.
Her palm settles flat against my side. I risk a peek. My girl is quiet, breathing fast as she stares down at where we’re joined. My cock is a long ridge of dark flesh connecting us. I’m barely inside her.
“See, baby? Good?”
Her nod is jerky and distracted, breasts heaving with every breath. I brace myself and move with supernatural control, knowing if I let myself slip just for a second, I’ll bottom out in one thrust and probably hurt her.
There’s a bittersweet, torturous pleasure in drawing it out. I sink another inch into her, and she gasps, stomach tensing.
I don’t tell her I had to stop in the middle of the act before, because some of my lovers couldn’t handle my size. A big dick is not as fun as it seems. It can make a woman hurt.
So I grit my teeth and move slowly, because I’ll do anything in my power to make this experience wonderful for her.
“Yeah, baby? Good?”
She nods with a frustrated moan, gripping my side, but not pinching. I nod and pull back, easing out of her before I slide those two inches back in. We both groan, and I shake my head, desperately forcing back the lusty fog that fills my brain.
“Yeah. It’s just a bit. See? And feels nice, right? Feels good to have me there. Yeah, baby?”
“Yes!” She hisses, her free hand gripping the tangled sheets. “Please, just… Just get it over with…”
I shake my head with a chuckle that even to me sounds drunk. “Nuh-ah. No. I’m gonna take my time. Stretch this pussy nice and slow. Yeah. You only get one first time, yeah? Gotta go slow.”
She whimpers in frustration but doesn’t pinch me.
I withdraw again and feed her my cock inch by inch, maybe three this time.
I stop. She gasps softly, staring up at me as her stomach ripples, tensing and releasing.
Her nails dig into my side where she holds me, and I love it.
It’s just sharp enough to keep me grounded.
“You can rake them down my back if you want,” I say, taking hold of her hand gripping the sheets. “Give me scars baby. Show the world I’m yours.”
I pull out and immediately slide in again, and it’s tight but easier now.
She chokes on her breath when I push half of my length in, and her eyes squeeze shut.
I pull back a little, and they fly open.
We look at each other, so sweetly connected, so fucking right.
Her lips flutter with little tremors, and I pull out again until the tip teases her pussy lips, and she closes her eyes with something that sounds like a sob.
“Shh,” I whisper, hand trailing her inner thigh until my fingers find her wet curls. “There. I’ll make it better.”
Her clit is swollen under my gentle fingertip. She makes the loudest moan yet when I circle it, watching her face for cues. As I sink my cock back into the hot, wet heaven, she pulses around me gently, until only a hard bite on my tongue keeps me from slamming deep.
“Yeah,” I murmur, staring in awe as her face twists from pleasure that’s only a shade lighter than pain. “There, right? I’ll make you come on my cock. Yeah. Such a beautiful girl. Good. Very good, baby. You’re doing amazing.”
I quicken my touch and start moving, pushing halfway in and then out, an easy rhythm that engages all of my strength and control. It has to be immaculate, everything just right, so even if she has sex with someone else in the future, she’ll still come back to me.
Because I will be so much better than any other man.
The sounds she makes are high-pitched and muffled, incoherent yet clear, because the mounting cadence lets me know she’s close. Her body tightens, sweat glistening between her breasts, and when her gaze locks with mine, I grit my teeth and force my looming orgasm back.
She comes with her eyes open, looking at my face. Her pussy squeezes me tightly, and I rock in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust, and deeper, and deeper, until the final pulses quiver through her, and I’m burrowed as deep as biology allows.
“Rowley,” she says, breathless, her lips barely moving.
“Yeah, baby? What is it?”
She sighs with a small smile, her face glowing. “Nothing. You just said earlier that you wanted me to say your name.”
I almost ask her to marry me. Almost. But I swallow the words and the surge of adoration in my chest, because I can’t propose after just a day. I mean, I can, but she won’t treat me seriously.
Fuck, but I want her to wear my ring. A month, I vow to myself. I’ll give her a month.
“You’re so perfect,” I say, because my feelings can’t be quelled. “So, how did it feel? Coming with me inside you?”
She covers her face with her hands and snorts out a soft laugh. “Oh, don’t make me tell you.”
“I will, though. Use your words, baby. I need to hear it.”
She peeks at me through her fingers, and I grin, deliciously aware of how deep inside her I am and how painless it is for her, how sweet. I knew it. We’re soulmates, made for each other, right to the very last cell. We fit.
“Good, okay?” she says, nervous and giddy, and so very cute. “It felt amazing. I liked it a lot.”
“Mhm.”
I move with slow, easy strokes. She gasps and grips my sides, nails digging into my back, and I nod in approval.
It won’t take much now. My grin turns into something sharper, teeth bared, eyes focused into the narrowest of tunnels.
All I see is her face, my girl under me, gasping for breath as I plow her deep, and that’s fucking enough.
I thrust a few more times, pushing as deep as I can while hot pleasure pours out at the base of my spine.
I arch into her with a grunt, my eyes slamming shut, and even as I spill inside her, wave after wave of melting heat crushing through my pelvis, I still work with minute movements, still wriggling helplessly, trying to get closer.
Deeper.
Until I’m spent, and all that remains from my orgasm is tingling heat spreading up my back. My arms shake, and I lower myself gingerly, pulling her along until we face each other, and my cock is still in her, plugging what I spilled so it stays in.
Like I said before. I want her pregnant.