The Virgin and the Beast (Stud Ranch 1)

My back arches off the bed as I come.

I’m blindfolded but the light is so bright behind my eyelids as I hit the peak. He keeps suckling me through it.

I’m still panting, barely coming down when I feel him shift. He’s moving.

That was so good, so freaking insane—

But then, all of the sudden—

Cock!

He’s sticking his cock in me!

Holy shit!

My brain blinks on again. There’s no warning, no nothing—he tricked me by giving me the best orgasm of my life and now his huge body is covering mine and he— he’s—

I can’t see. I have no idea what’s happening. Oh God. I yank against my wrist constraints and try to pull my legs together but the head of him has already pushed through the lips of my sex.

So much bigger than his fingers.

“Christ,” he mutters, his voice low.

I should say something. Like, how about we do this tomorrow? Or never?

Oh God, it’s going to hurt. I’m going to bleed. He’s a freaking giant. He’s going to tear me in two. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God—

He tries to push in more and doesn’t budge. He’s at the barrier and I clench even tighter as my terror amps to an all new high.

“Relax,” he says. It sounds like an order.

I wind even tighter.

“Christ, even your teeth are clenched.”

At his words, I realize he’s right. My jaw aches with how tight my teeth are gritted.

Awesome, so he’ll realize what a bad idea this is, pull back, and we can forget about this whole thing. Maybe he’ll come to see that I’m the wrong girl for this whole ridiculous plan and go find someone else much more accommodating and—

His lips drop back to my breast.

I’m so surprised at the move and the spark of reignited pleasure that for a second, my body relaxes.

He takes advantage and thrusts in.

The pain makes me yelp and my legs come up reflexively. Where I encounter his body. Still, my legs strain against him, clutching him to me since I have nothing to grab except the leather strap of the belt holding my arms over my head. And I need everything possible to ground me in this moment.

I can’t help but be terrified of the expected pain.

But… it was little more than a sharp pinch, not the sustained pain girls have so often talked about. And it’s already fading. The fact that Xavier hasn’t let up his attentions to my breasts is certainly helping distract me, too.

And then there’s him between my legs.

Inside me.

Holy shit, he’s inside me. Having sex with me. Even though at the moment he’s just still, like he’s allowing me to become accustomed to him.

I hold my breath. He’s over me. He’s everywhere. I can’t see him because of the mask but that almost makes it worse or, I don’t know, at least more intense. With every breath, I inhale his foreign, male scent. His chest hair brushes against my breasts, our bellies are mashed together, and then there’s his, his— I swallow. He’s lodged so deeply inside, like he’s piercing straight through my body.