REBECCA
That was the right thing to say.
Graden's arms tighten around me, and he takes my mouth in a possessive, feral kiss. I melt into him, knowing where I belong even if it all feels so strange and uncertain to me. I've spent years feeling like there was something wrong with me, and then the hottest guy I could dream up has spent the last hour focusing on my pleasure. Telling me he wants me. Telling me the parts of me that I think are ugly are beautiful to him.
And now, I find out he's got the blue ribbon of all cocks. His is not a starter penis. And right now, it's pushing against my stomach as he kisses me. And the tingles start in my core again, even though the thought of having him inside me is more than a little scary.
The kiss is getting more possessive. More dark and raw, and I feel an answering need inside when he wraps my hair around his hand and tugs hard. The sharp sting with the deep kiss turns my blood to fire. I'm going to fly out of my skin and shoot like a star into the universe. Graden's mouth moves lower, sliding up and down my throat. I want him to bite me, mark me.
"You're so fucking mine," he murmurs, nipping at my neck.
I'm coming alive again. This man and his dirty words and his need for me that he doesn't hide overwhelm my senses. His hands go lower and he squeezes my ass cheeks roughly. An hour ago, I would have been worried my butt was too big and jiggly. But now, the more he touches it, the more he grunts like a caveman, the more I'm glad my body is the way it is.
"Such a juicy ass, baby. Made for my hands. I can't fucking get enough of you."
And then I am laying down, and he is on top of me. We are skin-to-skin touching from head to toe, and that big cock is sliding between our stomachs, catching the moisture between my legs and spreading it around. "You feel so good, Graden. I love the weight of you on top of me."
He pauses and looks deeply into my eyes. Everything becomes so clear to me. He's been saying I'm his in that possessive way, but it isn't until this moment that I understand what that means. I mean, it's been hot to hear, and it turns me on when he's all dominating and alpha male with me, but it's now, naked in this bed, looking into his eyes, that I finally get it.
Yes, I'm his.
I belong to him. I belong with him.
And he belongs to me.
"Graden."
"Yeah, baby?"
"I can't wait to feel you inside me. I want you to show me everything. Show me how it feels to belong to you."
He rests his head on my chest. "Fuck. I need you so much, but I don't want to hurt you."
I move my hips, sliding that cock between us. "I trust you. You'll make it good. You'll take care of me."
He shudders like the feeling is too much and returns his gaze to mine.
"Graden, I love you."
He makes a low sound in his throat, and all his muscles tighten and bulge. He is so masculine, so virile. He's everything. My world narrows until it's just him.
"I can't resist you."
He pulls back and grasps that huge cock. It's intimidating for sure, but when he starts sliding it around my mound, dipping it between the lips of my pussy, and tapping it against my clit, I moan with pleasure.
"I'm going to make you come so hard with this beast, baby. You'll be my little cock slave, willing to do anything I say to get this back in you."
It's so heavy and perfect. "Yes, anything you want."
Show me how to break you, Graden.
It is time to make friends with that beast, so I reach for it. I can't get my hand around the whole thing, of course, but I stroke it slowly and watch his eyes go heavy-lidded with pleasure.
His cock is wet from me and smooth like velvet. I don't know what I thought it would feel like, but the texture makes me want to rub it all over my body. I move it against my pussy, and we both hiss in ecstasy. "I can feel you getting harder. How is that even possible?"
"It's all you, sweetheart. You're so sexy. Pure and filthy at the same time. You make me feel like an animal. You make me want to do things…" he breaks off when I pay attention to the crown of his dick with my hand. I make note of that for later. The ridge where he's most sensitive is all mine now.
But I still don't feel like I know what happens next. Well, I do…but I don't. This is so much further than I've ever gone. I don't want to make some stupid blunder and ruin it. "What things do you want to do to me? Tell me."
"You want me to shock you, sweetheart? Tell you all the dirty things I'm going to do to all your holes? Oh yeah, that one too, honey."
Oh my God. I nod and rub the mushroom head all around my pussy. "Yes, tell me. Please." I arch involuntarily at the sensation of that heavy cock on my clit.
"There isn't a part of you that won't belong to me. Be marked by me. I'm going to come inside you, fill you up with all my come. My balls are heavy with it. Making so much of it to put in you."
He covers my hand with his, and we stroke him together. When he taps that crown on my clit again, I come apart. It's almost embarrassing how hard I come, like he's tasering me with that cock or something. But he doesn't seem to think it's bad.
"Oh fuck, yeah. Baby, that's so hot how you come for me. I love when you surrender yourself to me completely."
I'm still coming down when he notches himself at my opening. I try not to tense up. I know it will fit. If a baby can come out of me, this man can get into me.
Baby. Crap.
"Wait." I still him with a hand on his wrist.
He looks concerned. "You scared? You want to stop."
I shake my head. "No. I just remembered we're not using any birth control."
"You're not on the pill?"
I shake my head again. "It makes me sick. I have condoms…but…" I lift my head and look at the baseball bat between his legs. "There is no way they would fit you."
He smiles, pleased, I think, that he has this problem. "I have condoms in my room." He looks down where his cock rests in my pussy. "I get tested every six months. I haven't been with anyone for longer than that."
I try not to act too surprised. But wow. I really am. He's the kind of guy who is in hot demand. Plus, his libido seems pretty high. I can't imagine him going without that long. But then, I haven't seen him going out of his way to go out and get laid since we've been living together. I guess I just assumed.
Now that I'm more accustomed to him, he's starting to feel really good inside me. I know it's just the tip, but I like it. It's not responsible to keep going. I know it. He knows it. But neither of us say anything. He pushes in just a little more, stretching me. I don't ask him to stop. Another inch goes in. My heartrate jacks up.
His temples are sweaty, and his arms are tense from holding back. He's not pulling out. He's not going all in. We're in this weird limbo. My inner muscles clench around him, and we both make low noises in our throats. It feels so good. Too good. "What are we doing, sweetheart?"
"It's wrong, but I don't want you to pull out right now," I say honestly. "I don't want you to wear a condom. I want to feel you. All of you, with nothing between us."
He actually starts shaking. "You keep talking like that and I'm going to turn into a rutting animal. I'm just a man, sugar. I can only resist temptation so long before I take what you are offering."
It's crazy. I know it is. We're looking into each other's eyes, and I can see his thoughts, and I know he reads mine too. Me pregnant with his baby. Big and round. Fertile. Carrying the evidence for everyone to see what we did. It's wrong, and it's so hot it makes me crazy with need. We can't. We shouldn't.
We want to.
"Fuck." He pushes a little more and meets the resistance of my hymen. This is it. We both know it. "Baby, tell me to stop. Tell me to go get a condom. Don't let me do this. The only way I'm pulling out right now is if you tell me to. But I will if you ask me to."
I place my hand over his heart. It's beating so hard. I know he would never put me at risk; I believe him that he's clean. And I know he would never abandon me or a child we make, even if this is just a one-time thing.
And a baby isn't the worst thing. If I'm being honest, I want to be pregnant. I want to be a mom. It's not the right time, maybe. But I could never regret it.
"I don't want you to pull out."
His big hand covers more than half my face as he holds me still to take his kiss. Like I'd try to get away. His hold is possessive, and his tongue pushes into my mouth obscenely. He's fucking my mouth when he breaches my virginity, pushing right through it on one solid thrust, absorbing my shocked gasp in his mouth. I freeze up and then my instincts make me try to push him away, but he holds me still. I'm pinned to the bed by his dick, his hand holding my face to his, forcing me to take his kisses while my body adjusts to the intrusion.
"Breathe, angel."
"It hurts."
"I know, sweetheart. Just give it a minute, okay. Trust me?"
"Always."
"Oh baby, you don’t know what that does to me. I love that you just keep giving me that sweet trust. I'll make it good. Don't worry. Just try to breathe and relax for a minute."
He kisses me again, and I concentrate on the way he tastes. The way his tongue feels against mine. My chest loosens up, and I can breathe again. I still feel incredibly full. Almost too full, but the sting is starting to ease, and when he shifts, we both gasp at the intense feeling.
"You're so tight. Feels so good. Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" He thrust a little more.
My fingernails gouge his shoulder. "Oh, yes. More."
"You sure?"
I nod. "More," I assure him.
"Baby, open your eyes and look at me."
I hadn't realized they were closed. I blink up at him. He looks concerned, but underneath there's this level of…ferocious is the only word I can think of. "I'm not all the way in. Do you understand? There's more."
"Oh. Oh." Good God. How big is this man? He still looks fierce, his face a mask of an angry warrior. "Are you mad at me?"
He relaxes his expression with what looks like great concentration. "No. Your pussy is just tighter than anything I've ever felt. You're squeezing me so good. It's taking every ounce of control I have not to force you to take all of it. I want my cock in you to the hilt." He's gritting his teeth, forcing himself to go slow. "I want to impale you on it."
"Do it." He closes his eyes, still fighting his hunger. "Do you want me to beg?" He grunts. Well, I'm not above begging, not if it gets us what we both want.
I wrap my legs around him for more leverage, but I can't force him in the way he's holding himself. He's too strong. But I have a hunger, too. I want that cock. Bad. He may have fallen for a shy schoolteacher, but the woman he just made wants all of him. She won't be denied.
"Graden, I want you to make me your little slut. I need it, baby. Make me yours. Give me all that cock. Please. I'm begging you."
"Jesus Christ, you're killing me." He was no longer staying still, but his shallow thrusts weren't enough. Not for him. Not for me.
"Graden, I love knowing we're doing this raw." He groans. "I love knowing when you come, you're going to fill me up. I can't wait to feel you gush inside me. I—"
He shuts me up with a deep kiss, but it's almost playful. Heaven knows we're enjoying ourselves.
"That's not fair," I tell him when he lets me up for air.
"You're not playing fair. Talking dirty. Trying to make me come."
"I don't know why you're fighting this so much."
He rests his forehead against mine. "I don't want it to be over."
"Graden, it doesn't ever have to be over."
A pained look flashes across his face, and then he looks oddly peaceful. Like my words just sank in, and he has a new understanding. "I love you, Rebecca," he says. "I'm done fighting it. You said you loved me, and I hope you meant it because you're mine now. I'm going to take care of you and keep you so satisfied, you'll never even think about what you might be missing out on." He thrusts all the way in, hard. "And I'm putting a fucking baby in you tonight."
The action shocks me as I make sense of his words. And then nothing makes sense and all I can do is feel.