Chapter Five #3
He settles between my thighs, his weight braced on one forearm, and I feel the blunt, heavy press of him notch against my entrance. My breath stutters. He’s so much bigger than his fingers, and a flicker of nerves cuts through the haze.
He feels me tense up. Of course he does.
“Look at me.” His voice is rough, but his eyes hold mine, steady. “Breathe for me. I’ve got you. We go slow.”
I nod, dragging in a shaky breath. He kisses me once, soft, and on the exhale, he begins to push.
The stretch is immediate—a burning fullness as he eases inside me, inch by careful inch.
He goes slow, pausing each time my body resists, murmuring low and soothing against my skin, letting me adjust before he gives me more.
My nails bite into his shoulders. It’s too much and not enough all at once, my body opening around him in a way that empties every thought from my head.
Then he slides his hands to my ass and lifts me into a deft roll of his hips, seating himself fully with one, last deliberate push.
I gasp as the pleasure and pain radiate through me in equal measures, my walls stretching painfully to accommodate him. He freezes, his powerful body suspended on his arms. The pain doesn’t last long though. My hips rise involuntarily to meet his, a deep ache forming rapidly in my core.
“You okay, baby girl?” he asks, concern etched deep in his handsome features.
“Yes, move!” I say urgently, raking my nails down his back, shoulder to hip. He arches into the rough caress with a low growl.
“Bossy much?” he says gruffly, amusement swirling with desire in his eyes. “Your wish is my command, baby girl.”
Then he pulls out and pushes back in, slowly, one hand sliding over my left breast. He lowers his mouth to the right one. I moan when he suckles greedily on my nipple, a sharp need arrowing to my core.
I clutch at his hair, my legs curling around him, pulling him closer. Deeper.
“Say it,” I pant. “Say I’m yours.”
“You’re mine,” he growls. “Every part of you.”
“And you’re mine.” The words spill out before I can second-guess them—and something flares in his eyes, like no one’s ever dared claim him back.
“Yours,” he agrees roughly. “Only yours.”
“Daddy…” I moan helpless, unable to put words to the deep hunger that I feel despite him filling me up.
“I’m here, baby girl,” he breathes, sweeping his mouth from one breast to the other. His fingers tug at the wet nipple he left behind, pinching it gently. I push up and into his hand.
“More,” I moan with reckless abandon. “I want more…”
I have fantasized about my first time countless times, but nothing prepared me for this ravenous hunger—the wild pulsating need deep in my core.
Wilder slides up and takes my mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. His powerful arms wrap around me, turning us so that his back is to the headboard, and I’m spread over him. Our flesh slides sensuously against each other, slickened by sweat.
At this new angle he’s even deeper, and the fullness of him drags a broken moan out of me. For a moment I can’t move—I just stay there, straddling his lap, stretched around him, my forehead dropping to his.
“There you go,” he murmurs, his big hands spanning my hips. “Take what you need, baby girl. I’m all yours.”
He guides me, lifting me slowly and easing me back down, showing me how until my body finds the rhythm on its own.
I brace my palms against his chest and start to move—clumsy at first, then surer—riding him in slow, deep rolls that pull groans from us both.
I can feel everything this way. The drag of him inside me.
The flex of muscle beneath my hands as he holds himself still and lets me set the pace.
My fingers explore him as I move, sliding over his chest, the ridges of old scars, the hammer of his heart. And this time, he lets me. He watches me touch him like it wrecks him.
One of his hands slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling in time with every rise and fall of my hips. The dual sensation is almost too much. My rhythm stutters; he steadies me, murmuring filthy praise against my mouth.
Wilder’s control seems absolute, his seduction wickedly precise, but he’s trembling harder than I am, his chest heaving beneath my palms.
“Come with me,” he growls, his thumb pressing harder, his hips beginning to drive up to meet mine. “I want to feel it.”
His fingers dig into my hips and he takes over, yanking me down as he thrusts up, his raging cock driving hard into me.
I scream his name, gripping his shoulders hard as my pussy clenches violently around his cock.
“Millie…” he growls, his jaw and neck taut with strain as a rush of warmth coats my walls.
But he doesn’t stop. He keeps driving into me, feeling me up completely. My nails dig into his muscles, my mouth opening to draw in desperate breaths.
“Oh, Daddy…Daddy!”
A powerful orgasm crashes through me, almost taking me by surprise. My body draws taut, my back bowing as the heated pleasure tears through me.
I bury my face in his neck, completely surrendering my body to him as I chant his name over and over again.